~* Devil Cake *~

Dirt and grime covered every inch of him. In his hair, it stained his skin, under his fingernails. His musk, a sweet kind of scent that consumes you. Salty sweat glistened off his skin, leaving lines in the dirt covering his brow.

His firm arms, encompassing and warm. Chest pressed against chest, hands digging themselves into thighs hoisted onto his shoulders. We weren’t even naked yet, but the way he grinded against me, I could feel everything. His hard throbbing dick hidden away behind cotton jeans. The shorts I was wearing hardly hid how wet I was becoming from his rough bruising groping.

His tongue slid from my collarbone up my neck. The warm saliva cooling on my magma skin. Having him so close, my hands rubbing up his chest, pulling against his shirt. Please, I need him closer to me. I need to feel more of him. I crave his every being. I want to bury him in my crypt and let him rot inside me. I need him to fill me. I need to taste him.

“Take this off,” I whispered, already missing his touch when he pulled away to give me just what I wanted. I want all of him. I want his flesh and bones. I want to feel his weight crushing me. My hands ran through his chest hair, rubbing across his nipples and up his neck to pull his hair bringing his face closer to mine.

“Such a good boy,” I hum rejoining our lips, giving his hair a good yank. His palms massage and pinch up my thighs, rubbing at my sides. His breathing increased slowly, the more he touched, the more he had to consume. I want to be devoured by him. I bit his bottom lip lightly, grinning at the feeling of his flesh between my teeth.

He grinned down at me, his smile, his sweet, smothering smile. I want more. I want him to smile more. I want to make him smile. My brows furrowed as I traced my thumb over his bottom lip. Such pretty lips. Such pretty eyes. I want to watch them roll in the back of his head. My thumb entered his mouth and pressed down on his tongue. Such a good boy. He continued to grind against me. I lift my hips to meet his thrusts each time, rubbing that sweet spot.

He had a farmer’s tan, his arms and neck being darker than his torso. He’s been working so hard. Such a good boy. A hard worker. So much hard work deserves a break. I want to break him. I want to watch him fall apart. I want to make him fall apart, over and over again. Such a good boy deserves a treat.

I grasp at the hem of his pants and boxers. He leads my hands underneath them so I can really touch him. I watched intently at his furrowing brows and his mouth hanging low as I played with his balls. Choked out moans escape his sweet little mouth. I knew how sensitive he was. I knew where he was sensitive. My hand slipped from his balls to his shaft. His tip was so warm. He was already leaking precum.

“These too.” I slipped his pants down, letting go of his pretty dick. He relinquished our proximity, getting up from the bed to take everything else off.

“Your turn.” he smirked. I glared at him from the bed playfully, huffing as I got up and he layed back down. I took my oversized tee off, and pulled my panties down before turning towards him. Hand on his dick, lazily stroking himself. He’s so cute.

I walked back to the bed. Crawling over him, I grabbed his hand. My thighs rested on either side of his, I hovered so close to him, our skin sticking to each other. He stretched my walls with a delicious kind of pain. He could break me so easily. We’re slow at first, I want to feel every inch of him and savor it. Every vein, throbbing and hard, rubs against my insides. This is the closest we can get without bleeding. I bleed. I bleed for him every day. I’m bleeding at this very moment watching him moan and whine for more. He wants more of me. He wants me to go faster. He wants anything besides this slow grinding.

So pathetic. His eyebrows pressed together and his open mouth gasps, his half shut eyes singe into my brain. He won’t last if I keep this up. If he falls apart already, I won’t be able to hold back. Rubbing against him, I feel the grains of dirt against my soft thighs. It's disgusting. He is so horrid and whorish.

“You fucking slut.” I sneered, grabbing onto his hair. “Couldn’t even be bothered to wash yourself. ” He hissed at my yanking his head forward.

“I’m sorry.” He whimpered, his warm breath fanning my face. I shoved his head into the pillow. Sweet, deep set eyes force themselves close at impact. My palm encased his jaw and pulled him closer again.

“Look at me, ” I grind faster, earning a gasp, “look at me, baby.” My eyes pooled into his own. He looked like he was gonna tear up at any second. I held onto his face but my grip loosened as I leaned in to litter his face in kisses. I could feel his thighs twitch beneath me. His hips thrusted upward with me. He was coming undone. He was coming into me, grabbing onto my hips forcing me still as he grinded up into me.

When he finished, he held me against his chest to breathe. I clenched against him and started grinding again. He hissed and twitched, so sensitive now.