Delectable Deviants

I’d never seen her so violent.

Walking in to your house, to smack you to the ground, overpower you. Strip you down. Tie your hands. String you up.

Your every protestation met by a further smack. 

Her hitting you as you watched, dumbfounded. Sometimes harder and harder still. I’d have intervened if it didn’t make me so fucking horny.

Watching her knock you unconscious. Then strip. Her masturbating slowly as she waited for you to awaken.

Then whispering to you that I belonged to you. That she would never kiss my lips again. Never feel my cock. Never taste my climax pulsing in her mouth again.

“Remember the taste of his cum sliding down your throat? Forget it”, you said softly. Such beautifully spoken aggression, in contrast with the previous rage of your hands.

All the time she teasing your clit.

When she got you near to orgasm. She stopped.

Pushing you further, sewing more seeds of want, but denial.

Stopping when you got oh-so-close.

Then ordering me underneath you. For the final lick that will send you over the edge, pulling hard upon the rope that binds you.

Telling you that this is what she’d never have again.

Her moving down the bed to suck hard upon my cock. My moans against your cunt. Her watching you. Feeling my breath upon her sticky sex.

I don’t even get to that final lick, my purrs of passion push you over the edge.

She’s angry and takes it out on my cock, until i’m cumming hard all over her face - her delighting in making her watch as I splash her pretty features .. as my cries against her lips amplify things tenfold further still. 

(via youngsexyskinny)