“I was wankered. Out of my mind that night,” his voice drawled on. “Was a little rough with you in the beginning, but I made up for it after and every time since.” There was a slight hiss at the end of his words, the blood pumping around his body rediverting itself to solely reside in his dick. The way they both teased and taunted the other so perfectly was one of the reasons he kept returning to her. Hands still though as she mentioned an addition to their fun. Nope.
Curling his thumb against her teeth, Ruth tilted her head so he could search her eyes, gaze serious. “Sharing isn’t ever on the cards, pretty thing. This meal is all mine.” As his other hand manipulated her core, his eyes would watch her intently, attempting to devour his thumb with each suck. Ruth’s smirk curled to one side as her cheeks pulled in, almost hollow, as she reminded him of the tricks her mouth would play over the rest of him. He could feel his cock pulse, the need to have himself buried completely in her nearly overwhelming his better judgement. All in good time though.
Her need for his touch causing her to spread herself wider only encouraged the man’s assault, the tempo of his thrusts increased as his thumb swept against her clit in perfect timing. Against his hand Ruth could feel her insides clench, adjusting his strokes to tease her enough to keep her on that edge, every sound she made building a craving for more. Later he wouldn’t be so merciful, they’d drive each other mad over and over again upstairs before taking their deserved release, for now she’d have to be content with the magic his hands could conjure. “You might get that chance later, or tomorrow. Haven’t made up my mind yet how many ways I want you.”
Noticing her hand disappearing, Ruth’s eyes narrowed again, but her filthy mouth had his ministrations deepen, curl into her to drive her on, taking her release for herself. He filed away this transgression for later, fingers continuing to tease her throughout, extending that sought high.
A brow arched, “Oh, you’d like that, eh?” A dirty chuckle fell across her collar bone, his mouth quickly moving to nip then began pulling colour to the surface. Teeth scraped lightly around the edges, the first taste of the feast he’d be indulging in evident to anyone else who’d come by the Back Water tonight. Mina was his. Once pleased with its colouring, Ruth would release the skin, his tongue circling the slight indentations of his teeth.
Curling his thumb against her teeth, Ruth tilted her head so he could search her eyes, gaze serious. “Sharing isn’t ever on the cards, pretty thing. This meal is all mine.” As his other hand manipulated her core, his eyes would watch her intently, attempting to devour his thumb with each suck. Ruth’s smirk curled to one side as her cheeks pulled in, almost hollow, as she reminded him of the tricks her mouth would play over the rest of him. He could feel his cock pulse, the need to have himself buried completely in her nearly overwhelming his better judgement. All in good time though.
Her need for his touch causing her to spread herself wider only encouraged the man’s assault, the tempo of his thrusts increased as his thumb swept against her clit in perfect timing. Against his hand Ruth could feel her insides clench, adjusting his strokes to tease her enough to keep her on that edge, every sound she made building a craving for more. Later he wouldn’t be so merciful, they’d drive each other mad over and over again upstairs before taking their deserved release, for now she’d have to be content with the magic his hands could conjure. “You might get that chance later, or tomorrow. Haven’t made up my mind yet how many ways I want you.”
Noticing her hand disappearing, Ruth’s eyes narrowed again, but her filthy mouth had his ministrations deepen, curl into her to drive her on, taking her release for herself. He filed away this transgression for later, fingers continuing to tease her throughout, extending that sought high.
A brow arched, “Oh, you’d like that, eh?” A dirty chuckle fell across her collar bone, his mouth quickly moving to nip then began pulling colour to the surface. Teeth scraped lightly around the edges, the first taste of the feast he’d be indulging in evident to anyone else who’d come by the Back Water tonight. Mina was his. Once pleased with its colouring, Ruth would release the skin, his tongue circling the slight indentations of his teeth.
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