“So fucking perfect.”
Rolling into the words is mindless.
“And you are so fucking perfect…”
My head lolls backwards, chest crushing into his.
“Perfect…” his lips lightly feather the side of my elongated neck, “for…” they drag themselves down to trace my collarbone causing my hips to hungrily circle, “me.”
One tiny nip is all it takes to have my eyes squeezing shut in pure ecstasy.
White hot thrumming curls around every inch of his cock, enveloping it from base to tip, obsessed with the notion of covering his entire length, claiming him the way he just claimed me.
That he’s claimed me from the moment we met.
“Take whatever you need from me, Slayer,” he instructs prior to grating his teeth across my skin to repeat the action on the other side. “However, you need it.” Cupping my ass gets me arching into him once more. “I’m yours.”
Mewls – I swear I’ve only heard in overdramatic sex scenes on TV – shoot past my parted lips alongside more ferocious rocking that continuously caress my clit.
Light brushes spark the craving for more pressure and in spite of me not saying a single word, Jukes swiftly delivers.
Lets one hand grip my ass while the other clamps down on the back of my thigh.
Yanks me into our incessant grinding.
Forces me to endure the increasing intensity.
Buck into the bliss.
Barbarically bury his dick to the brink.
“You’re such a good girl ridin’ my cock like this…”
Louder, less dainty whimpers attach themselves to more unrestrained heaving.
“Such a good girl sayin’ my number earlier…” An undeniably feral flex of his finger is accompanied by delicious grumble. “Be a good girl again for me.” The digit closest to my back hole grants itself a salacious stroke. “Say. It.”
“Thirty-five,” leaves me in a pant that’s more air than anything else.
“See,” he arrogantly groans, “so perfect, baby.”
Time suddenly ceases to exist as our bodies unremittingly whirl in a barbarous blur of huffs and puffs and back breaking shudders.
Sweat sloppily gets smeared across my back and thighs and knees yet rather than shy away from the stickiness, he embraces it.
Possessively runs his fingers through it, pawing and clawing and praising anything and everything he touches.
Loose hair begins falling from my messy bun, allowing them to be toyed with and tangled whenever my frame is hunched forward instead of back.
Squeaks from the couch create a carnal concert that’s joined by hitched breaths and heavy groaning, all of which become the perfect soundtrack to the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.
“Thirty-five…” thoughtlessly seeps into the air at the same time my lips fall to feather his again, my second o antsy to join the first. “Thirty-five…”
“Take it, Slayer,” he grumbles back before teasingly sliding his tongue across mine. “Take another win.” Tasting him in between him tasting me fuels the building burn as if gasoline to the flames.“Take all the wins.”
Aches in my knees start to grow; however, the heavenly heat licking itself up from my curled toes towards my trembling thighs erases all care and concern for anything that isn’t coming completely undone again.
“Jukes…” I state, voice shaky, soaking wet muscles mimicking its unsteadiness. “Let go with me.”
