Delectable Deviants

Throw me looks of shy and demur, but I see behind your gaze, trace movements of your body. I know how wet you are even before I move behind you, part your thighs, see such a naughty sparkle as they part.

As if disbelieving, moving my fingertip slowly across each lip in turn, hearing your initial sigh turn into a purr, watching your body move and writhe, even before that electric shock gasp as I slide a finger inside. Control you as it turns, turns. 

Finding a certain somewhere that jags you gears belong, your nails clawing shapes in the bedsheets, dragging them into more prominent mountains as you lose control.

I push the river with my words, using words like ‘princess’ and ‘kitten’, those that made you feel cute and feminine, beautiful - because you are - but then I douse them in ‘disappointment’ with terms like ‘naughty’ and ‘bad’, name myself ‘Sir’ and curve prose into how your actions will definately have to be thrashed, pushed, restrained, corrected.

You catch my eyeline with a look that is of blushing as it is excited, of absolute wanton. I see your tummy push into the bed slightly, your hips rise, you hide a smile. I harden. I want you.

To pin down your hands and interlock each finger with mine own. That my kisses trace supple touches across the back of your neck, the top of your back. Taking your earlobe between two of my far too vampiric teeth and piercing them slightly. Those teeth are incredibly sharp. Miss had better control her movements, breathing, but sher can’t help but shiver. I whisper tales of further bites whilst fucking her, into her neck and shoulders. Purely for the sin in her gaze.

As the time moving my cock ever so slowly inside you. Long, slow, deep strongs purposely to tempt you, to want more, every inch more, to see how far I will reach, the smooth back and forth against your g-spot - as you think of faster, rougher. If you dare buck I will tease out to the very tip and just stir it around and around. Watch you plead into frenzy.

Push all the way inside and turn my hips around, turn, turn. All of me deep inside you, language that scathes, calls you names, will your temptation to my name. Making you beg for me. Beg for more. Until I have no hope o0f resisting.

Taking anger and rage, of primal sexual desire out within the fuck. My nails scoring art into your ribs, your thighs, deeper spills as my palm strikes hard on your backside, over and over. My hands nom dominant over your own, holding them, pushing them deep into the mattress and willing them “DARE TO MOVE”. My breathing wild, my vocals louder, i’m lost into something i can’t control.

Your screams will me further, the loudest commands my hand at your throat, a controlled choke, you cats me panic and your shudders scream more - until I push deep inside you, let go of your neck and move down atop you. My cock pulsing over and over. Waves upon wave of my surrender, contrasting against the wolf bites I strike deep into your skin. 

You’re still shaking, writhing. Pleasure and pain. Sheer connection.

It’s you. It’s always been you. It will only be you.

(via youngsexyskinny)