He laughed so bostrously, lips closing around his cigar while he did so, blue eyes not leaving yours as you got out your keys ready to enter your house, white picket fencing the only thing separating the two of you.
âThank you.â You smiled his way, ecstatic with the compliment. Youâd only been driving a little while so to hear how good he thought you were at parking made your chest swell with pride.
âJohn Price.â He spoke again coming closer this time, blowing the smoke from his mouth, head turned so as not to blow it in your direction. You gulped watched a single bead of sweat roll down the skin of his thick neck.
You have to blink yourself back to the present as heâs extending his hand to you over your side of the fence, only coming up to your waist.
You grabbed his hand, a little suprised with how hot it was, slightly sweaty too. You told him your name in return, cheeks flushing slightly, more than they already were from the heat of the day when he hummed approvingly repeating it like heâs testing it out so he can use it more often.
âGod itâs hot today ainât it.â The question was obviously rhetorical as the sun was beating down on the both of you as you spoke. It was so far what they called âthe hottest day of the yearâ and this time the weather girl wasnât lying. Youâd had to put sun cream on before you left the office because of how hot it was.
Thank goodness your office building had air conditioning because you donât know how you would have survived otherwise. As soon as you walked out the hot air was choking and the sunâs heat was awful after being in the nice cold all day.
âItâs better than it raining though.â John spoke again almost trying to fill the gap where he thought you may have commented.
âI donât know, I kinda like the rain and the cold. Itâs nice when you get to have the fire going and cuddling up on the sofa with an old movie or book, maybe some hot cocoa-â you began to ramble on all the things you like about autumn and winter. All the while John is watching with a smile on his face, picturing doing all those things with you.
Heâs more distracted than you are that thereâs an awkward pause when you stop rambling, heâs still in a trance while you stand there biting your lip nervously as he simply stares at you.
âDoing some gardening?â You try to break the silence to which he slightly jumps, eyes regaining their focus on you.
âYeah, thought Iâd do the front of the house up a bit, make it look somewhat presentable.â He chuckled looking back at his handy work, it didnât look half bad. The lawn was mowed and he had started to plant some seeds by the looks of it.
âLooks a lot better than my dump, I never have time for it.â You say with a laugh, glancing over your shoulder at the overgrown grass and dying flowers youâd planted last spring to try and making the place look better. Fail.
âYou work a lot huh? I see you coming and going most days. Barely ever home.â He tilts his head, arms folded over his chest bringing his cigar up to his mouth once more.
âI only get weekends off, and theyâre really the only time I spend at home if you donât count coming home to sleep at night.â You sigh thinking about how hard you had worked today, always taking on problems that maybe you should let others handle but then you wouldnât be paid as much as you get.
âIâm glad Iâm retired, but I must admit itâs rather boring.â He inhaled the smoke, a thinking look clear on his rugged face.
âYou donât look old enough to be retired.â You comment, not meaning to say it out loud. Your eyes widening once you realise you have.
âIâll take that as a compliment love.â He laughs, the corners of his eyes creasing when he does. His thick beard surrounding the way his lips curve up in smile. Your face burns and you definitely look like a tomato right now.
âI best go inside and shower off today.â You smile at him with a small wave before turning on your heal and heading inside. You slump against the front door cursing yourself. âStupid stupid stupid.â Heading upstairs you do exactly what you said you would, shower.
Thatâs why you donât hear the lawnmower turn on again, thatâs why you donât notice itâs right outside your house, thatâs why you donât notice that John Price is mowing your lawn as you scrub your white loofa over your legs. But when youâre done and you look out your bedroom window, your heart stops.
Your handsome neighbour, is cutting your grass in the hot sun, without a shirt on. He spots you staring a sends a wink your wayâŚ..that man will be the death of you.
I have a request: how would the Techno react if Reader dies but appears a few months later alive but very injured?
Now this inspired me.
Warnings: 18+, angst, suicide mentioned, hints at nsfw, blood, alternate timeline where she was never pregnant; adding Athena and Apollo into this would have made me cry so no. ďżź
Techno was distraught, it was against his nature to love and be loved and yet you taught him how. You were his everything and more. From the moment you shot him in those woods all that time ago, when the voices went quiet when your face came into his eyesight, everything changed for him.
He loved you more than life itself, so when Phil broke the news to him that you were dead, he lost it. Standing in the living room of the home you had shared together, rage burned through him, his shaking hands ripping, shoving, destroying. By the time he was done, Phil had witnessed something he thought heâd never see.
Techno was weeping, sobbing, screaming for you. A broken man wanting the only thing he couldnât have. For months Techno barely ate, barely slept, contemplated suicide daily. How could he live without you? Why would he even want to? Without you there was no meaning to his life. It was like a huge hole had been punched through his chest.
The absence of you was everywhere he looked, the little touches you had slowly added to the house over the years. Your perfume, oils and lotions on the white vanity in the corner of the room. Techno remembers vividly, when you had talked about wanting one and he worked for weeks to build and paint one youâd love. He sat for hours carving intricate designs onto the legs and around the mirror just for you.
The wardrobe filled with your clothes, the beautiful materials you covered your body with, he was always envious of them, they got to touch you all the time. Dresses hanging there that hugged your figure perfectly, that made his heart beat faster.
The bathroom filled with your sweet bath oils and bath salts, countless times he had come home from fighting and you drawn him a bath and washed him clean. Countless times had he taken you apart in the sweet smelling waters and steamy room.
The bed was the hardest to deal with, it reeked of you. The mouthwatering smell he wanted nothing more than to roll around in, it was always present when he slept. It was a slight comfort to him, but always left him distraught. He thought about sleeping downstairs but had to remind himself that he had destroyed the couch.
More time passed, around six months now since Phil had told him about your death. He was a hollow shell of himself, he had lost a lot of weight and always had dark bags under his eyes. He was surprised he was still breathing.
âTechno!â Phil had screamed, a dreaded, fear filled, confusion dripping scream. Techno sighed, it took so much energy out of him to simply stand. Feet practically dragging along the floor, he shuffled to the front door sparing a longing look to his axe of peace. Whatever was on the other side of his door was dangerous if Philâs scream was anything to go by, and he was happy to let whatever it was kill him.
Opening the door and stepping out onto the wood panels just before the stairs that led down to the snow, red cloak and gold crown nowhere in sight, The Blood God isnât who stepped out to fight, but a broken man ready to die.
That all changed the second he saw you. You who had been dead for six months, you who he had mourned for six months, you who was bruised and covered in cuts with blood dripping from them. You who looked just as starved and exhausted as Techno did, in fact you looked worse.
âSweetheart?â Technoâs voice cracked as he uttered the term of endearment he hadnât spoken in so long.
âTec.â Your voice was small and fragile, your hand reaching for him. The clothes you wore were torn and certainly not enough to keep you warm in the freezing cold snow you had trekked in to get home.
He ran to you, feet moving quicker than they ever had before all so he could take you in his arms and hold you close. âIâve got you darlinâ, Iâve got you, hold on to me.â He used all his strength to help you into the house, Phil running to your aid too.
You took in the state of your home and honestly it was alot better than what you had expected. Glancing at your husband, he avoided eye contact sheepishly, normally it would have made you smile. You donât even think you know how to do that anymore.
âLetâs uh, get you upstairs.â Phil said awkwardly, helping Techno carry you up into your bedroom, and onto the bed. You sighed in pure relief that you body didnât have to hold itself up anymore, that you werenât on a nasty cold stone floor too but the soft, Techno smelling, mattress you had been dreaming of for six months.
You were so happy you cried. You cried ugly, hard, loud. Letting all your emotions out. Techno was there stroking your filthy, greasy hair and holding your dirty, sore hand. âSweetheart?â
âIâm just so happy, I thought this day would never come. I had convinced myself that it wouldnât. And yet here I am. Home.â You sobbed out the words, looking at your husband through your tears blurred eyes, just about making out the crooked smile on his gorgeous face.
He wanted to ask what had happened, wanted to know who had done this to you. But just seeing your relief to being in a bed, to being home, he knew youâd need time.
Phil went home after Techno had asked him to, they agreed not to tell anyone you were back until they figured out what had happened to you and by who.
Techno ran you a bath and took extra time and care into washing you off, he had to pull you out of the disgustingly mucky water and run you a new bath. This one you could soak in, allow yourself to relax, even when the clear water did dirty again, only a little this time though.
You saw the look in Technoâs eyes as he washed you and you knew, remembering the vow he made to you all those years ago; âI love you, it took me a while to say it I know. But I need to know you understandââ
âUnderstand?â You asked.
âHow much I love you. Iâd destroy empires for you. Pillage countryâs for you. Kill for you.â He pressed his forehead to yours. âIf anyone ever even thought about hurting you, theyâd be dead before they could finish that thought.â He growled, deep from within his chest. The ruby of his eyes shining brighter the more he talked about it.
âI understand.â Of course you did. You knew from the moment you said âI doâ exactly what that meant.
âYouâre going to kill him arenât you?â It was a question you knew the answer to but you still felt compelled to ask nonetheless.
If youâre getting into JJK Iâm gonna call it, if you write Sukuna youâre gonna get a lot of people asking for more-
Itadori/Sukuna x reader
Sukuna was on my list 100%
Warnings: 18+, smut.
âItadori fuck!â You screeched your back arching, tits pressing against his chest in way that has him groaning at the feel of it. Your sensitive nipples grazing against his skin sets your body on fire, itâs just right. Like the way heâs pounding in and out of you, leaving no time for you to even control your breathing.
âS-So good!â Itadori gasps almost whines as he fucks you, hovering over your body thrusting in and out so deliciously. His breath is hot and it tickles your ear as he pants into your neck.
âPlease! Harder! Fuck me harder!â You begged, eyes fluttering close and head falling deeper into the pillows. You wanted it so badly, already creaming on his cock you needed that little bit extra for your orgasm to hit you.
He began to speed up, fucking you harder, feeling the tip of his cock hitting your cervix. He was no longer whining and moaning, he was grunting and almost growling in your ear. It took everything within you to try and focus on the changes, no only his sounds but he was gripping your wrists on either sides of your head, tighter now. Rougher.
You really did try and focus on it until he changed the angle he was fucking you at and suddenly your body went limp all you could do was lie there and let him fuck you, âFuck I canât!â You whimpered into the air.
âYou asked for it. Youâre gonna fucking take it.â That made you freeze up, Itadori doesnât speak to you like that.
âItadori?â He stopped thrusting at the sound of worry lacing your wavering voice. He pulled back out of where his face was hidden in your neck and the sight of him made your body tense, inhaling sharply.
His face was darker somehow, a smirk on his lips, one youâd never seen on your boyfriend before. And marks. Black symbols and lines across his chin, cheeks, forehead and nose. You instantly knew. âS-Sukuna?â
He chuckles letting go of one of your wrists and sliding his hand to grip your neck, âHello sweetheart.â He squeezes your neck and you moan, the sound has a dirty grin forming on his face, his hips beginning to move once more.
âSo fuckinâ naughty, arenât you?â Sukuna panted, struggling not to close his eyes from how tightly you were clenching around his length. âFilthy little girl, likes to be choked hah? Likes to have her manâs fingers around her throat while he fucks her? Hmm?â
âItadori could never fuck you this good.â He could feel you whine against his hand, and it made him feral. Unlocking a primal urge within Sukuna he didnât even know he had, with you looking so small underneath him, so innocent, so submissive. Fuck he was going to to ruin you.
This Price thot that got away with me..â¤ď¸âđĽđ¤
The fire had started to die down, John grabbed a piece of firewood heâd freshly chopped this morning while you lounged in the sweet little pillow and blanket pile youâd made earlier by the fireplace, trying your hardest to ignore the slight stretch you felt with a plug inside your aching core, keeping you stuffed full of Priceâs cum. Your clit still pulsing from the memory of his filthy words.
âThatâs it sweet girl, taking my cock so well. Let it out love, let it all out.â
Price flung the wood onto the fire before pulling away the soft heavy weight blanket hiding your needy body from him. His ocean eyes raked over your figure, admiring the way you shook with pleasure. His truly oversized hands began teasingly tracing over your skin, his pearly whites flashing under the bushy mutton hops and full beard when you twitched as his fingertips glazed where your thigh and hip met.
Slowly sliding the plug out of your dripping cunt, he felt himself harden even more, his cock becoming painfully tight. âFuck honey, this pretty cunt, fuck.â He shook his head, eyes fixated on the way his cum from this morning dripped out of you. There wasnât a prettier sight than this.
How he longed to keep you stuffed full of it so you wouldnât even think of leaving. Not that you would, Price likes to think by this point heâs reconditioned your mind to need him and only him for anything even the tiniest things like dropping a fucking apple on the floor, in fact he prides himself on it.
âJohn.â Your back arched, his body moulded against yours, fitting perfectly together, being made for eachother had its perks, he thought. His hairy, sturdy chest pressed against your tits, squishing them there. His scent consumed you, fresh rain, cigars and something musky.
His thick fingers stroked down your stomach, grabbing softly at the pudge there before he slid into your throbbing hole. He could never describe the satisfaction he gets from seeing the blissed look you get on your face when he first slips his fingers inside you.
âLet me hear you love, nice and loud for me.â Price growled from somewhere deep within his chest, his pupils dilating until you couldnât see any blue at all. âGonna fuck you,â he grunted his fingers thrusting in and out of you, curling just right just where you needed it, âBut youâre gonna cum all over my hand first.â
The fire ablaze once more, just like the feeling that burned in your lower abdomen. That coil that got tighter with every slide against that spongy spot deep inside you.
âFuck I canât, too much.â You whined, pussy still sensitive from the way John had woken you up with his tongue lapping at your clit. And fuckkk the way heâd flipped you onto your back and pounded into you from behind until you were cock drunk, only able to say his name on repeat.
âNo, come on now, be a good girl for me,â Priceâs voice transformed and you wondered if thatâs how he spoke to his unit. Before you even had chance to say you couldnât again, he brushed his thumb over your achey clit. You sobbed, moaning into the evening air, your hips jerking up against his hand.
âYeah,â he laughed darkly, âlook at you buck your hips like a good fucking girl.â
âFuck Johnnyyy.â The way his eyes shot to your face, your pretty eyes closed, mouth open, head thrown back digging into the pillows on the floor. Johnny, it was a very limited nickname for him, only hearing it on very rare occasions. But every time he loved it.
âOh youâre gonna cum for me arenât you.â It wasnât a question, even if he had to force you, you were going to cum for him. Adding a third finger and changing his angle, he bullied your cunt, plunging in and out desperate to feel you gush.
Pulling his body away from yours and leaning down, he dove right in, tongue licking, sucking and flicking at your clit. âOooo Johnny yes! John fuck keep doing that baby!â Your hips jolting, almost riding his face not that he minded. You kept going, feeling your body burn with need the faster you bucked and the deeper his fingers went.
The feeling was so addictive you never wanted it to end, never wanted to come down but the world was against you. Your orgasm slammed into you pushing you to arch your back into the air, no longer able to jerk your hips away John saw his opportunity to hold you there and lick lick lick, until you screamed squirting onto his face and hand.
âFuck off John!â You screeched trying to push his face away with your hands but to no avail, the way he kept you bent, you could barely reach. He stayed there a while before eventually taking pity on you and pulling away.
His thick facial hair soaked with your juices, âI thought I was Johnnnyyyyy.â He mimicked you with a fat grin on his gorgeous face.
âFuck off.â You spat moving to turn on your side so you could get up, only for his big hands to roll you all the way onto your front. His body moulding with yours once more, you could feel the thickness of him, the hair. It made you burn with anticipation.
âNow where dâya think youâre going love? I told you I was going to fuck you.â
ÂŠď¸ squishycheekanon 2024. please do not steal, copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost any of my works without my permission. do not steal any elements of my theme without permission.
And give me that cute billionaire you teased a while ago (or like just a man)
Sleepy sleepy comfy sexy times đ
Oh V you really know how to pick em.
CEO!Techno
The first thing you notice when you wake is how warm you are. Just the perfect amount of warm, you donât want to move a muscle. Youâre weak in a good way. In that, the duvet is heavy but not too heavy, youâre warm but not burning and if you pulled your curtains back into place so the light from the harvest moon wasnât streaking through youâd fall right back to sleep.
Your nightgown is still crumpled up in a ball on the dark oak hardwood floor, a sweet little reminder of the fucking you received earlier. That and the ache in your cunt. Oh and of course the thick wall of muscle that was currently attached to you like a koala. You felt every ridged of muscle behind you. The abs that were hard and sturdy pressed against your back, a wide and hairy thigh tangled between your legs. Large and beefy arms wrapped around you tight.
Everything was perfect, even when it started to rain outside. You felt yourself begin to drift off again, letting yourself be pulled into the warmth again and just when you were about to give in, a phone rings. Not just any phone. Your boyfriendâs, if you could even call him that, stupid blackberry that was currently making you a third wheel in your own relationship.
A deep grunt rumbles from within the thick wall of muscle behind you, fingers flexing as he stretches. Legs detangling from yours making you frown with displeasure. âIgnore it.â Your tone seems to wake Techno up a bit quicker, itâs harsh and unhappy. He hadnât heard it in a few months, not since your rivalry ended and feelings were confessed.
âIâm sure itâll only be a two second call at this time of night doll.â He chuckles, a smile hinting at the corner of his plump lips.
âAnd Iâm sure Iâll smash that thing to bits if you answer it. Doll.â You snap, not bothering to turn around and look at the raised eyebrow you definitely know heâs sporting.
âAnd whatâs brought this attitude on?â His muscles flex as he manoeuvres you to face him, for once ignoring the call.
âI feel like Iâm in a throuple with your blackberry.â You huff, glaring over his shoulder when the ringing that had just ended begins again.
He frowns, large hand reaching up to cup your cheek, âIâm sorry baby, you should have told me sooner.â He was so quick to apologise, so quick to admit he was at fault. Makes you remember the days when you were rivals, the days when he was too stubborn to admit he was at fault for anything. But then again so were you.
His sharp features, pinched with a frown suddenly smooth out and a grin stretching on his lips, âHave I been neglecting my duties?â He teases, fingertips feeling cold against your heated skin. They trail all the way down to your pussy, still swollen and dripping with him. His eyes darken when he pushes his thick fingers inside you, so wet you can take two.
You gasp harshly, breath stuttering, nipples going stiff as you arch your back, the duvet moving with a rush of cold air. Youâre still sleepy, blinking big long blinks when he begins to pump his fingers in a steady rythme. Youâre a goner, eyes fluttering shut as wave after wave of pleasure begins to roll through you.
Techno leans in, the stubble on his cheek scratching against the softness of yours. His teeth nip at your earlobe just as your cunt begins to clench, âThatâs it doll, just take it for me and Iâll smash that phone into a million pieces.â
Can we get more with Price? 𼺠Pleeeeeeeeeease? Pretty please?
Hells yes. More price thotsđĽ°
Price loves when you first wake up, all sleepy and mumbling fivemoreminuets just to get that extra bit of shut eye. He just adores how limp and pliant you are, barely able to squeeze your own fists together so early in the morning. And fuck youâre so warm, his cold hands caressing your skin in an attempt to heat them up a bit.
Youâre so sweet with your eyes closed, eyelashes almost touching your cheeks, mouth slight open and he pretends not to notice the little bit of drool on your pillow. Heâs too busy admiring the rest of you anyways.
Youâre stretched out on the bed on your back, arm lazily thrown above your head and the other over your stomach. Your legs are a little skewwiff, one almost straight and the other bent at the knee almost hanging off the bed. He chuckles at how you can find the position so comfortable that youâd want to be in it for five more minutes.
And those five minutes turn into ten, then into fifteen and suddenly he remembers that heâs got the guys coming over for breakfast in an hour. He could leave you to sleep, but youâd been so excited to see them when he told you. It has been a while. Priceâs brilliant mind comes up with a plan and admittedly itâs not a very good one. It would probably make you even more tired but who can say for sure eh? He can.
Focused blue eyes move down your sleeping figure to where your pretty legs are parted, not nearly enough space for his large body to be, but heâs sure he can work something out. And he does, hooking his fingers around the material of your underwear, he pulls them down your legs throwing them somewhere in the bedroom and blows on your cunt.
Grinning as you twitch in your sleep, he licks a stripe up your pussy and moans at the sweet taste of you, watching your hips buck from the sensation. âFuck yeah darlin, buck your hips like that.â Price groans, voice rough, watching you react to his actions, licking another stripe up you but using his thick tongue to swirl around your aching clit. He can feel himself hard and straining against his boxers, throbbing cock pressing against the mattress. He fights the urge to rut into the sheets.
Sinking his tongue inside you with his nose purposely rubbing against your clit, Price loops his hands around your thighs pulling you apart for deeper access. At this point you stirred, eyes blinking open to find your ruggedly handsome husband between your legs, tongue buried inside you. You moaned instantly not only feeling the pleasure but at how fucking hot it was to wake up to this, to being eaten out and so thoroughly too. âYeah let me hear you, nice and loud for me sweetheart.â
âFuck John oh my god!â You whined your hips bucking and squirming, he knew your body so well, and it didnât take long for him to get you there. He knew exactly how to fuck you just right, tongue, fingers, cock, it didnât matter. He could make you cum so easy and fuck he loves it.
âSuch a hot messy cunt rubbing all over mâface.â Price groaned, blue eyes staring into yours holding you there, paralysing you under his gaze, âcome on darlin, be a good girl and make a mess on my face.â
Snog: Kyle has the softest lips. That man takes his time and knows what heâs doing to make the butterflies in your stomach flutter.
Marry: John Price is nearing the end of the career. Iâm sorry. Heâs not that old, but heâs getting older for active military. Heâs going to get ready on settling down soon. Creating roots. Heâll be financially well off to have a lil stay at home wife (ME) and start making babies. Heâll still be involved with the 141, but nothing on the frontlines.
Fuck: Ghoap. They are one entity at this point. Johnny and Simon are dirty bastards who wonât bother working you up by making out. Johnny will eat pussy until you see stars and Simonâs cock will ruin you for any other man.
Oh I love it! So true for each of them as well.
Snog: Iâd snog Johnny. I feel like heâd be so dirty about it. All tongue and spit, teeth clashing together as he tries to work his way deeper into your mouth. His hands in your hair or wrapped around you, holding you close and grinding against your thigh, groaning into your mouth.
Marry: Iâm torn between marrying John or Simon, both retired.
John would be so old fashioned, finally retired and wanting a little stay at home wife. Heâd have all that military money saved and loads more in coffee cans and cookie jars; his whole life savings just waiting to be spent on a house, a crib, and those designer heels he loves you to wear while he fucks you.
Simon, how lucky he feels that you belong to him. I so feel like youâd both settle in a sweet little cottage far away from civilisation. Somewhere he can be mask free, he can just be Simon. Not ghost or LT, just Simon. Heâd so take up gardening, green thumbs indeed, growing all the food you eat and learning how to cook so when you come home from work (when youâre not working from home that is) heâs got a hot home made meal waiting for you to devour before he devours your pussy, his sweet wife.
Fuck: Gaz. God heâd be so perfect. Overachiever that he is, heâd go all in trying to make you scream his name. Grinning as you arch your back, hips starting to ache but he pushes through that wanting to watch you cum all over his cock. His gorgeous chocolate skin looks so pretty in the candlelight, thin layer of sweat making him shine. Heâs everything.
Your Sukuna fic was so fricking hot! Pls pls pls write for Nanami!!!!!
SugarDaddy!Nanami x reader
Warning: 18+, smut, slight degrading, praise, age gap.
The music and chatter downstairs was drowned out by the bed creaking with each roll of Nanamiâs strong hips. The blonde man twice your age had ditched the party he was hosting, completely abandoning his rich friends all so he could take you upstairs and have his way with you.
The bedroom was a sight indeed, lit candles scattered around the room, rose petals on the floor, and a pile of cash spread aimlessly across the king sized bed. A testament to Nanamiâs comment about a week ago when youâd asked him exactly how much money he makes, âEnough to fuck you on.â Was his reply.
You couldnât breathe, couldnât think, it was all too much. How were you supposed to cope when Nanami was absolutely destroying your poor pussy. And you were doing so well in trying to be quiet at the start of this, something Nanami wasnât having at all.
âDonât worry pretty girl, Iâll make it so you canât.â He smiled tantalisingly, removing himself from you and heading to your closet before coming back with one of the many vibrators heâd bought you.
Your beloved sugar daddy slipped it inside your clenching cunt, pressing the on button on the remote. You became a moaning and whimpering mess even before heâd slipped back inside you groaning at your tightening pussy.
âDumb little bunny, all you know how to do is spend my money and take my cock.â your hole stretching around him in a way that made him look at you with an animalistic grin.
He watched you ravenously, your lips parted and wet and fuck he wanted in. His mouth crashing onto yours sinfully pushing his tongue in, licking into your mouth. Nanamiâs large hand coming up to grip your jaw potently, it leaves you breathless just like the kiss.
He groaned his head thrown back in the throes of passion, sweat trickling down his thick skin, blonde hair slicked back with little strands falling over his brown eyes. He was fucking perfect, in his own world of desire the deeper he fucked you and all he could manage to say was, âFuck thatâs it bunny.â
Pleasure burns through you, itâs hot and almost hurts as he thrusts deeper each time, it makes you moan, wanton, crude, dirty. Heâs hitting that rough patch so deep in your cunt, striking it viciously, desperately until your body becomes ridged and even you donât recognise the sounds that slip out of your mouth.
His large arms enclose around your waist, one hand toying with your hard nipple, fucking you through your high until youâre completely spent.
Youâre catching your breath when your gorgeously large man says, âThatâs one bunny.â he chuckles deep and heavy, the sound spreads across your sweet glazed skin, a shiver racking through your exhausted form. There was more to come, he was going to pull as many orgasms as he could out of your helpless body and when you canât take anymore, heâll tell you that you can. Because he knows you can.
