His little bites paused against her neck, the scoff of a laugh dancing across damp skin causing it to bubble. “I’m not so sure.” A sentence that weighed heavier for Ruth than if anyone else said it. “The last person I tried to stick around for fucked me over so good, I stayed here a month, do you remember how I was then?” Rough. Broken. Drunk. Raging. He’d picked a fight nearly every night when someone tried to peel her away from watching him drown his sorrows. “Rather do other, more enjoyable things to you than do that again.”
The shift of her ass against his length quickly had his teeth biting down again. Hips pushed upwards and as he growled, Ruth caught her nipple between his fingers, pinching the tip in return. “You’re not playing fair, Willie.” He’d taunt, his other hand tracing along her thigh instead of finding the apex between her legs. Then her fingers were in his hair, pulling his lips to hers in a battle of tongues while his hands both groping and massaging out the tension. He knew every dip and curve, but still took time in remembering every one, reacquainting himself and steadily building that fire. She’d be putty in his hands later. Shattered. Her desperate gasp for air only drew a filthy grin from him. “So needy today. Better save your voice for later, sweet cheeks.”
Shifting to gain a better advantage, Ruth took control of the kiss, his tongue teasing hers into a dance before he pinned it, taking nearly all the breath from her once again. When he felt she was nearing the limit, fingers slipped along her spread slit. Releasing her lips, he’d move away just enough to growl lightly, “Maybe. Maybe not, but in the meantime, I’ll be by often enough to cream your cookie.”
The shift of her ass against his length quickly had his teeth biting down again. Hips pushed upwards and as he growled, Ruth caught her nipple between his fingers, pinching the tip in return. “You’re not playing fair, Willie.” He’d taunt, his other hand tracing along her thigh instead of finding the apex between her legs. Then her fingers were in his hair, pulling his lips to hers in a battle of tongues while his hands both groping and massaging out the tension. He knew every dip and curve, but still took time in remembering every one, reacquainting himself and steadily building that fire. She’d be putty in his hands later. Shattered. Her desperate gasp for air only drew a filthy grin from him. “So needy today. Better save your voice for later, sweet cheeks.”
Shifting to gain a better advantage, Ruth took control of the kiss, his tongue teasing hers into a dance before he pinned it, taking nearly all the breath from her once again. When he felt she was nearing the limit, fingers slipped along her spread slit. Releasing her lips, he’d move away just enough to growl lightly, “Maybe. Maybe not, but in the meantime, I’ll be by often enough to cream your cookie.”
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