There was a deep satisfaction that sated a small piece of him when she'd latched ahold of his head, even gently, simultaneously causing the man to unravel and letting loose a more feral nature. His grip on her tightened, fingers pressing into flesh. Ruth was unrelenting, his mouth, tongue and teeth working her centre into a frenzy as the arm spayed across her waist to lock him in at the perfect angle. He’d been dreaming of this view for days while on the road and now it was here in perfect reality, by the gods he was going to make damn sure to indulge for both their sakes.
Once pleased with his good work, Ruth withdrew, carefully sliding her legs off his shoulders. His breathing was heavy, mostly from holding on to dear life, but that didn’t stop the most devilish of grins from growing across his face as their gazes met. “Kind of strong to be so small,” he chuckled, leaning to slowly hover over her.
Her pleas were precious, but he wasn’t quite done, nor did he want an audience for when he finally seated himself. The Big Room was made up, waiting on the two of them, and the image of her sprawled out across the plush mattress and cushions made a far more appealing rutting spot than this wee corner. “Fingers gonna do you for the next five minutes, Precious. I said I was gonna need the room.”
Positioning his hands, one around a wrist the other around a thigh, Ruth pulled her off the bartop over his shoulders and once secure, trailed a path along the inside of a thigh back to fingering between her soaked lips and nub. “C’mon Willie, I don’t think Coop quite heard you the first time,” he’d tease, pace quickly making quick work of the stairs to the landing. Was he torturing them both, certainly, but he promised her that beautiful death over and over, could she really blame him for it? Doubtfully, but once in the privacy of the room, he’d deposit her not-so-gently, hands beginning to draw the leather excess of his belt with a deliberate slowness.
“Scoot that beggin’ and soaking pussy back over here. Lemme sink into that perfect cunt properly. If Coop didn't hear you before, he will reeeeal soon.”
Once pleased with his good work, Ruth withdrew, carefully sliding her legs off his shoulders. His breathing was heavy, mostly from holding on to dear life, but that didn’t stop the most devilish of grins from growing across his face as their gazes met. “Kind of strong to be so small,” he chuckled, leaning to slowly hover over her.
Her pleas were precious, but he wasn’t quite done, nor did he want an audience for when he finally seated himself. The Big Room was made up, waiting on the two of them, and the image of her sprawled out across the plush mattress and cushions made a far more appealing rutting spot than this wee corner. “Fingers gonna do you for the next five minutes, Precious. I said I was gonna need the room.”
Positioning his hands, one around a wrist the other around a thigh, Ruth pulled her off the bartop over his shoulders and once secure, trailed a path along the inside of a thigh back to fingering between her soaked lips and nub. “C’mon Willie, I don’t think Coop quite heard you the first time,” he’d tease, pace quickly making quick work of the stairs to the landing. Was he torturing them both, certainly, but he promised her that beautiful death over and over, could she really blame him for it? Doubtfully, but once in the privacy of the room, he’d deposit her not-so-gently, hands beginning to draw the leather excess of his belt with a deliberate slowness.
“Scoot that beggin’ and soaking pussy back over here. Lemme sink into that perfect cunt properly. If Coop didn't hear you before, he will reeeeal soon.”
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