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bailey <33 here’s a nice visual for you to envision when reading
TAGS: (m!bailey x gn!pc; top!bailey, penetrative sex, mating press, spit, soft bailey at the end)
Bailey works his fat cock in you, reveling in the way you moan. Your soft sex tightens around him.
“B-Bailey,” you hiccup.
You gush arousal, and Bailey scoffs a laugh. He slows his rutting, watching your reaction when he pulls out, only shallowly inside now. You gasp, clenching desperately on his tip, needily, begging for him to fuck you.
Bailey cants his hips forward, laughing amusedly. He leans forward, letting his tongue delve into your mouth lazily. He licks the roof of your mouth, holding your jaw so he can spit inside. You’re drooling all over yourself when he pulls back.
“Wan’ you, Bailey. Want you so bad,” you whisper, eyes practically crossed with how lust-filled you are.
He grabs you by the shins, moving you so your knees are by your ears, then plants his arms on either side of you. He drags his teeth up your throat, like a predator marking its prey.
He hovers above you for a moment, and it feels like time stops. Your eyes rake over his form, his dark eyes, his dark hair.
He presses his lips to yours and immediately after, mounts you, fucking you feverishly. You're consumed by him, by the way he presses his body weight against yours.
You whine, grabbing his hair and yanking as you try to hold yourself steady. His hand is lightning-fast, pinning yours to the bed.
And when Bailey sees your red-bitten lips, fluttering lashes and wide-blown pupils, a satisfaction settles in his chest. You’re always thinking of him, and he knows. Knows that every time you cum, you’re thinking of him. No matter who it is you’re fucking, or who is fucking you, he’s the person on your mind. And when he gets to make you cum, well that’s just the cherry on top.
You’re clenching around him rhythmically, Bailey grunting into your ear. He’s probably not doing it on purpose, but knowing that it’s you who’s making him moan like this drives you nuts.
You reach down to get yourself off, but Bailey slaps your hand away, moving his expertly against your sex. Before you know it, you’re cumming, clenching so hard Bailey has to grab the headboard to steady himself.
“Fuck,” he growls, pulling out and frantically jerking himself off. The cum paints the bed, and Bailey watches you with sharp eyes.
“Thank you, Bailey.” you murmur sleepily.
“Thanking me? Glad you know this is as transactional as the rest of our relationship.”
But when you’re fast asleep, he leans in and presses a kiss behind your ear.
He lingers in the doorway to watch the way your chest rises and falls when you dream of a life sweeter than this one. He hopes one day you’ll get away from here, get away from him, but until then, he’ll keep you as close as he can.
