| Lights out. Door closed. I gave you my pretty smile. The one that got you here in the first place. Oh, we'll have a fantastic time. Salty skin. Soft lips. I'll use you in the way that you've always wanted to be used. Catering to all your dirty fantasies. Everything that you've ever masturbated to. I flipped the collar of your shirt, dragging you closer and oh how I wanted to drag you into me here and now. Hard kisses. Slick hands. The lust in your eyes made me feel perfect. There was a hard wall that you pressed me against, creaking with my weight and yours. I closed my eyes and inhaled. I could smell the impending sex. I know this is what you've wanted, to get me here, to fuck me until I hurt. I smiled to myself when you bit my neck. Hard fingers. Red scratches. You had my arms stretched above me, holding my down by my wrists. I laughed in your face. Silly boy. But you knew I liked it. You knew I liked being pushed and tugged and pulled. Tied down and touched to the brink of screaming pain. I felt your teeth and I arched into your hips, dragging my hips against yours slowly, pulling the moan out of your throat. God. I think that I love this. Hot tongue. Closed eyes. Your fingers wrapped around my ribs, your thumbs stroking along the curve of my breasts and I smiled to myself again. I pushed your shoulders, I grabbed your shirt, I tugged you closer and shoved my tongue in your mouth. Your hands. My body. It didn't take long to get rid of our clothes, foreplay to me was always overrated. Who needs it when we're just here to fuck? My fingers around your dick and your mouth around my tit. When did I stop caring about the consequences? But you don't think too badly of me, I know that, or else you would have told me. You're straight-forward like that. Apparently. Since you're telling me how to move, and where to touch, and how hard and how fast. God. Sex. My hands pressed against your chest and your stupid smirk on your face. Do you feel special? Because as I look down at you, I see every imperfection that I hate. Funny that I never see them with your clothes on and your smile not as sharp. Harder. Faster. I bite my lip and hold back a moan, I won't give you the satisfaction of knowing that you feel good fucking me. It hit me when you pulled my hips and bent me back. When you whispered something about how good I felt. When you thought we shared a moment. Sex... It's overrated. The End |
| Sex by: V |