Tane would fiddle with Chess’s belt, rubbing her blushing cheeks against the obvious bulge in his pants. ‘ Pay attention to me, mutt. ‘ The girl would mumble, peering up toward their beloved with large doe eyes as she unsheathed his cock from it’s denim prison— her cherry lips lingering above his twitching shaft. ‘ You obviously need me, so just sit back and let your cute girlfriend service you~ ‘
@fckebiitch
“It’s your fault for groping me so much,” he said as his hips buckled and twitched slightly from her touch. His hand was placed atop her head, running fingers through her hair.
“I’m starting to think you do this on purpose.” As much as her body alone turned him on, nothing excited him more than watching her fumbling with his pants.
Her cute face looking eager as her eyes set on his cock, the feeling of her soft hands on his shaft; everything about her in that moment made him harder than usual.
His hips pushed forward, forcing his dick to press on her lips with a soft slap.
“For calling me a mutt, I want you to shove it down your throat as far as you can go.”
She leans against him, hands pressed desperately against his chest. A sheer chemise, trimmed with lace, is all that adorns her figure. Both her eyes and lips shine in the dim light. "Chess, please." She trembles. "I'm—I'm nearly dripping. Please—" But he's always told her to be direct with what she wants. If he's to give it to her, she'll have to say it. And so, licks her lips before parting them. "I want you hard and fast and I don't want you to stop, even if I can't take it any longer."
@waveworn
“Since you spoke exactly what you want, then I’ll do so.”
A large hand fell on her shoulder, rubbing gently. Pointer and middle finger then traced the strap of her chemise, slowly slipping it down her arm. His lips then touched on bare skin where the strap had once been, the sensation ghosting as they slowly continued up to the side of her neck.
His other hand had been trailing down the side of her body, feeling its curves through the thing fabric. When the hand crossed the border of clothing to bare thigh, the tips of his fingers abruptly made their way up her inner thigh, up until his thumb was trailing along her labia.
His mouth was suckling her neck the entire time; teeth gently biting deeper. He paused, a soft smile on his lips before humming mischievously in her ear.
“I’m beginning to have my doubts. What of me do you want hard and fast? I wonder...”
Sucks on his fingers gently nibbling the flesh before pulling away, a thin trail of saliva clinging to her bottom lip, "Tonight... I want you to tell me what to do. I want it to be all about you." Hips grind against his own, the only barrier between their naked bodies being the boxers he wore, "It's all about you, Chess. So go ahead. Tell me your fantasies... Let me make them become reality..." Breath tickles his ear as she whispers, "What do you say, mi amor?"
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@maljefe
“All about me?” Chess was absolutely touched. He knew how closed off she was--heard her unease creep through in intimate times. She was letting herself be vulnerable, something that she would not do for anyone. Never show a sign of weakness to those around her. He was touched.
Touched by her grinding against boxers, the feeling eliciting an effect already noticeable. He really did cherish her, but...
“But I don’t think you should speak so lightly, to offer yourself to my fantasies,” he spoke honestly. Yet he knew--and she knew--that even as he said this, he would not allow her to go back on her word.
So it went.
“C’mon, just a little while longer,” he grunted out. His hands pulled tightly on her hair, keeping her steady in place. The way movement was going, it would be dangerous to have her head moving freely. He continued thrusting his hips, rapid and deep, but measured.
There was a certain care to be taken when throat-fucking, after all.
It started innocent enough--all he requested for was the feeling of her hand on him, stroking gently. Then it went to petting her hair as she licked him, sucked him, and his temptations were bolstered into taking action with this.
He wasn’t completely sadistic. He told her to tap his thighs with her hand twice if it ever became too much. It was easy to gag and suffocate with this, after all. But she was being rather well to do for it, he found.
The feeling of her tongue sliding along his shaft as he felt the tip reach as far down her throat as he could manage before pulling away and thrusting again was amazing. The look of her eyes watering and face twisting in discomfort was even more so. Just a little while longer.
No, he wasn’t done. He just knew her jaw would soon be too sore, and he didn’t want that. After all, he didn’t want to destroy her.
He pulled out after a time, when she needed air. He kneeled down beside her as she gasped loudly for air, breath raspy. He stroked her jaw, kissed her cheek. He smiled warmly and talked lovingly. Everything was two-faced.
So it went.
Chess wasn’t meek about his stranger attractions. He was an unabashed leg man, and though he didn’t treat it like a source of pride, he wasn’t afraid to indulge himself when given the full opportunity.
It started by kissing her inner thighs, rubbing his hands all over scarred skin. He focused attention on every bit of muscled on her legs. At some point there may have been licking. At some point, she was starting to feel embarrassed. He could tell, watching her squirm under his worship.
Then he went to thigh-fucking. She was made to lie on her back in bed, legs pointed up. He stood by the bed, towering over her, and sandwiched his cock between her thighs. As he moved back and forth, he would look down at her bashful face and praise her body.
He forced her to look him directly in the eyes the entire time.
No matter how much she would squirm beneath his gaze, no matter how red she turned, he would not let her eyes drift away. This went on until he’d had enough, and he finished by letting go of her legs, leaning down and kissing her lips.
So it went.
After a few more moments of indulging himself in various other acts with her--making her wear a collar, telling her to beg, forcing her to stick her ass up on all fours as she played with herself, spanking, biting, licking, sucking, nibbling...
After all that, he’d finish with straight sex.
Rougher than normal, however. There were bite marks all over her, parts of her body were lined with scratches. Her arms were over her head, pinned by one hand of his as he loomed over her. Her hips raised, him kneeling.
The sound of skin slapping at a quickening pace as his cock slipped deep inside her pussy with every thrust. It was hard, it was fast, it was heat.
This time, he didn’t smile at her. She wouldn’t see it, after all. A blindfold would do that. She couldn’t speak against it, anyway. All that could be her from her were muffled moans through the gag in her mouth.
Chess continued roughly, leaning his face close to her ear at some point, purposefully exaggerating his moans to frustrate her further. He knew how much she loved to see his face coil in pleasure.
How many times had she cum? He couldn’t count. He wouldn’t stop for anything, anyway. He wondered what it was like for her like that.
For him, when it had been done to him before, the feeling intensified from the deprivation of senses. At a certain point, he’d felt his mind blank, sinking into white hot pleasure. He wondered if it was like that for her.
He could feel her walls quiver, and the bed continued rattling from the motion. Yet he continued to go faster.
Faster and deeper. Faster and harder. He wanted to feel more connected.
He wanted to feel this more.
He wanted to feel more.
Deeper and harder.
Deeper.
Deep--
“Ah. Fuck.”
A simple, anticlimactic statement as he came inside her, cum pouring in a sensation of intense release.
He leaned over her shuddering body for a moment to catch his breath, watching the way her chest rose and fell like empires. A smile, and he took off her gag and blindfold, kissing her deeply.
“You did well,” his gruff, hoarse voice whispered out.
"H-harder...-!" Voice is practically a moan as she clutches onto him, back pressiing up against the wall of the living room. A bit of teasing had escalated rather quickly, and next thing she knew her pants were on the floor and her shirt was lifted half off her frame. Frantic kisses are pressed to his collar bone, neck and jaw, soft nips accompanying them, "/N-Nene/ it fe-feels so good... Pleas-e don't stop...!"
@maljefe
“Hah.” He let out a gruff moan, deep from his diaphragm--a beastly, primal grunt as his response. His thrusting became deeper, faster, harder at her words.
The sounds of skin slapping against skin was compounded by the loud thumping of her back against the wall, rocking even the roof and floor in their tremors.
At some point, his knees hit the wall after a hard thrust made him buckle a bit too roughly, and though pain resonated through his kneecaps and his legs, he didn’t give on continuing this rough rhythm.
Sweat dripped from everywhere skin was exposed, drenching clothes and rolling beads. Chess stuck his tongue out and pressed it against her neck, licking off the taste of her skin and sweat along with it. He drew his tongue to his mouth, turning to bite on her neck hard. Too hard. Enough to tear through skin and draw out bits of blood. Enough to fray nerves in blissful pain.
He moved away from her neck, licking blood off his bottom lip, this time focusing attention to her breasts once more, tongue licking erect nipple and jiggling skin. Then he bit down once more, suckling. His tongue flicked nipple rapidly, biting that, too.
Through it all, his thrusts became more rapid, more desperate and erratic.
He was close.
And so he shifted the position of his legs and his feet on the ground, lifting her hips up higher. His thrusts turned even more violent, not even caring that it would certainly leave her sore and her inner thighs bruised.
He buried his face in her neck as he pistoned at the speed of his rapidly beating heart. Closer. He needed to feel her closer. Closer. He needed to feel her deeper. Closer. He wanted to hear her more. Closer. He was losing himself in the sensation, his mind finally seeing nothing but white hot bliss.
His cock twitched as he climaxed, heat enveloping him as he poured himself deep in her. His breathing was ragged, gasping for air like he’d been drowning.
“...Fuck...” He whispered, between moments of nibbling her neck to calm down.
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