Having sex makes me realise, humans really are animals. We expose our every vulnerability, lying belly up like a dog begging for love.
I wonder if your teeth could tear through my skin. You bite my neck, and I wanted to ask you so nicely to rip out my throat. To dig your canines into me, and take me into oblivion.
If anything is to kill me, I hope that it is your mouth.
The thick spit that drips off his cock, is like a green flag for his passion.
His mouth rounds into an ‘o’ and his eyebrows pull together.
“Get up,’ his hands shake just slightly as they pull on you, “bed, all fours.”
You’ve only ever seen him like this once before, so inundated with need, so overcome. It’s like he goes primitive, only able to communicate with grunts and his hands. You know that you are in for it.
Thank the Gods.
Clamoring onto the bed, you bend over on all fours, ass near the edge, tail hanging between your legs.
Two hands roughly pull your panties down, catching a bit on your plug of a tail. The movement makes you whimper and flinch. He presses your thighs as wide as the panties will let them go and flips your tail up. With a growl of dissatisfaction, he pushes your chest down, making you bow and presenting your wickedly wet labia for his perusal. He inhales deep, trying to regain his composure, only it backfires.
“Oh god, I can smell you,” his voice shakes with lust, “M gonna fuck you so hard, KittyCat,” it’s a statment, not a request.
He swipes up and down once with his tip, slathering it in your juices.
His thrust isn’t fast, per se, but he wastes no time getting his cock into you.
Your cry at his intrusion is vaporized by his loud moan. Who needed to be quiet?
He grips your hips with his long fingered hands and begins to relentlessly fuck you, jockeying for space with the plug in your ass. There’s no other way to say it, he is fucking you like an animal. Pistoning in and out as though you’d get away if he let you go. As if you’d want to.
You are grateful for the towel under you because you don’t feel bad about shoving it in your mouth. Biting down on it is helping you not to scream.
“Awww fuck, you want it KittyCat?”
“Yeah, yeah yeah,” you whine into the towel, nodding for emphasis.
“Yeah, you’re gonna get it. I’m gonna fuckin’ fill you with it. Gonna make you messy as hell.”
Je-sus, when he talks like that, you know he’s losing his grip on himself, if not you. The magnets on your nipples start to roll toward each other with how much he’s jerking you around. They slip and pinch your skin. It hurts, but oh so good. You try to reach for your clit knowing it’s just want you need to fucking cream all over his glorious cock.
He snatches your wrist away, holding it fast in his big hands.
“Oh no you don’t,” he pulls it into the small of your back, using it for leverage to increase his pace. If you weren’t having the brains in your head rattled for how hard he’s fucking you, you’d know he was getting close just by the deep huffs and puffs he’s blowing out.
His hips shove deep, pause, pull out, and slam back in. Creamy thick cum fills you. Out, in, pause; his cock thrusts once more. He groans sinking his fingers into your flesh and shaking the fuck out of you. The magnets finally are pushed off and snap together.
You start to shove back against him, desperate for more, needing something to cum.
“Oh no you don’t,” he pants, “In- in fact, roll the fuck over and spread,” Yeah he’s still in bad boy mode, he’d never talk to you like this in real life. But fuck it’s hot right now.
You immediately are on your back, panties hanging from one leg, anticipating more fucking, or fingering or something to make you cum. Oh got you need the release, it’s been HOURS.
“You want to cum Kitty?” his chest is still heaving from his exertions.
“Please, yes” you try to say. But it comes out more /p/ with lots of nodding.
“Spread those lips,” he squirms his hand into his pocket again, bringing out a simple looped pussy clip with a jangly little cat bell attached.
His fingers nestle on either side of your little lips, pulling them and your clit forward.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck yes do it again!” you whine. Then you feel the clamp sliding down, the friction is exquisite and you are moments from cumming, if he’d just…
He nestles the circle on top right over the base of your needy little nub. sealing your pussy and his cum inside.
You instinctively move your hand to play with your now throbbing clit.
“Nope,” he grins mischievously, grabbing your wrists and pulling you to sit.
“No No!!! Let me cum Austin, I FUCKING NEED IT!!” you scream at him, descending into a full on brat- tantrum.
His elegant hand clamps down on to your mouth. His face suddenly so close you can count the freckles in his hook constellation on his cheek.
“I don’t think so, KittyCat. Not when you talk to me like that,” his voice is quiet, calm and stern. It makes you stop short. “Oh no, naughty Kitty, now you get to hold all my cum in until we get home. I’m gonna want it later.”
You have no idea what he means, but you just hold on to the idea of ‘later’. It means he won’t leave you in sexual limbo all night… you hope.
if this gets 169 notes by the time I wake up tomorrow I'm posting more lewds, and if y'all somehow get it to 1069 notes I'll go and snap a pic of the underwear I have on after I make a mess of them >////<
