The apartment was abysmal Titus thought as he strolled through the place, walking as if he owned the place. Well he was a Danforth after all he technically did as he had recently bought it. No one had batted an eye as he came in and out of the building, people too selfish and caught up in their own world to look and see the bigger picture. That they were all just Lambs being led by invisible shepards ready to put them to use. Including you sweet dove. Sweet Angel that he longed to corrupt under his hands and mouth. Your sweetness temped him the same way a cheetah sees an opportunity to bite into sweet meat. You made him hunger, to bite and thrash and you to scream and thrash back. Sweet cries of his name as he made his claim on you and your body as he took you over and over until he was covered in your passion. Titus eyes up your trinkets scattered and picture frames you hung up and a smirk tugging his lips at your sweet face before scowling at the tall mediocre man with their arm over you. This insect wouldn’t stand a chance against the likes of him. He continued as he eyes the large laundry basket with the lid down. He breathes slowly as he stalks over to it lifting the lid and grins. So organised putting the undergarments in one section and the clothes on the other Titus hadn’t had to dig far to find the cute cotton panties. He struts wasting no time unbuckling his belt, unzipping his trousers and dropping them. You had recently wore them he could smell the musk of you on them dragging them to his face as he throbbed in his underwear. He considered when you would be his that he’d remove all your panties so you would have to be bare as he pumped his cock twist around the head, imaging dropping to his knees in the back of the limo or dipping his fingers underneath the slip of the expensive gown he’d bought you to see you struggling to keep quiet. Titus moaned as he mouthed at the centre of the fibric imagining the look on your face as he demanded you spread those legs and sit on his face. Those beautiful eyes tearing up from the pleasure as he feasted on you. Titus hips bucked up to his fist as he panted biting the panties as he grew closer to his release. Delightful debauched images flashed together from you on your knees swallowing him, to you on your stomach in his bed as he fucked you hard, to you riding him as promises no end to his edging until you did. Titus moved up the bed to your pillows smelling your shampoo. The bedsheets cotton and soft enough but itchy in comparisons to the luxury sheets he’s used to. You never would have to suffer an inconvenience again. He groaned as he imagined your smile as you helped others and your laugh as you danced through life. Your soft skin, delicate touch and smart wit. You'd never raise a hand to hurt even a fly so unlike his family throughout his life. He pressed his face into the pillow moaning your name as his body shuddered and his abs clenched, cum spurting all over him and partially falling on the sheets. Titus huffed as he wiped his mouth with your panties, wiping the drool he'd left and smeared on his face before pocketing them and a few others before leaving. It wouldn't be long now, he just had to exercise the patience his farther and sister often scolded that he didn't have. Delayed gratification was supposed to be worth it in the end.
