[PAST] It's a Whore's World

She was intoxicating. A high he wished to return to time and time again and so far hadn’t become bored of. A rarity for him.

A chuckle and a smile came from him as he watched her face twist and quaver as he filled her. After she hooked her ankles around his waist Ruth slid his arms underneath her, wrapping around her as they embraced, holding her tightly to him as a slow tempo of thrusts that began shallow but grew deeper and more pronounced like a thunderstorm approaching. Every move made with intent. His eyes rolled lazily, lids half closed as his head dipped so he could speak quietly into her ear, Fucking, Champions

He buried himself to the hilt as she spoke, his words returning to his ears with her taunting. Ruth took his fill of her mouth, lips pressing hard against hers to then slowly open to devour her, tongue reaching out to dance and caress her own. I could do so much to you, he panted lightly, shuddering as he buried himself in her with some growing force.

In fact, I’m about to do so much to you, growling against her lips as he felt her hands map the lines across his back. Her touch crossed over the edges of his scars, sweat beginning to dew across his skin, then up to his shoulders to brace herself against the onslaught of his mouth.

Another groan escaped him as he pushed into her as deep as their bodies would allow, a shaky, fffuck, escaped him, causing him to pause and take a few breaths. Opening his eyes, he stared at her, brushing her lips with a final kiss before withdrawing, disentangling his arms to pull her back against the end of the bed.

On your knee’s Willie.