Never Mind Me, Just Carry On What You're Doing

Sylus always fucks you like he loves you. Like he’s obsessed with you. Every hulking inch of his six-foot-something body pressed down onto yours in devotion only the vulnerability of skin on skin could provide. Every slow, languid thrust jostling your entire body, inching the two of you up the mattress until he drags you back down by the grip on your leg, leaving a kiss on your ankle as he does so. 

And god, he feels good. Always does. Hot and heavy, rambling praises and sweet promises into your neck as your nails dig bloody lines into every rigid plane of muscle across Sylus’s back. 

One of his hands cups the eternity of your waist, pulling your hips flush against his, the other gently tugging your chin up to his gaze, brows furrowed as his eyes dart between yours, clouded in confusion and concern.

Because despite his efforts, you haven't made a single sound for the past twenty minutes.

Good, he deserved to feel guilty. 

You huff, pouting, jerking your chin out from his palm as you swat his arm away. 

“You… Are you alright?” Sylus stops moving completely, cock throbbing against your walls, and the sudden lack of stimulation has you writhing. 

Before he can pull out entirely, you grab his shoulder as leverage, shooting him one last glare before beginning to fuck yourself against him. 

The man is merely stunned into silence, unsure whether to stop or continue as you continue grinding your hips up, chasing your own pleasure as you use him as little more than a toy—refusing to let even a whimper past your teeth as your thighs begin to shake.

Still chasing your own orgasm, you’re too busy to see the concern melt off Sylus’s face, quickly replaced with a wicked grin as he realizes what you’re playing at. 

Oh, so you’re still mad? Did he hit a nerve earlier? 

Sylus sighs, feigning disappointment as he watches you fight to keep quiet, poor hands clawing and grappling against him as you struggle to take him on your own. Effort straining your muscles, his cock a tight fit without his help. What a fussy little kitten he has. 

Sitting back on his heels, you hiss in frustration as the new angle forces his cock to slip right out, smacking against his abs with a lewd sound as your combined slick drips down his heaving stomach. 

“Are you still upset about what I said earlier?” 

You huff, turning your head to the side as you prop yourself up on your elbows, about to climb onto Sylus’s lap to finish yourself off something stops you halfway. A hand pushes against your chest, forcing you back down onto the mattress with an angry groan, already missing the feeling of him filling you.

Struggling is pointless, Sylus’s entire weight trained on keeping you pinned beneath him, palm large enough to encircle your neck as it travels up, squeezing ever so lightly. 

“Not even going to respond?” You bare your teeth in a mock snarl and Sylus laughs, that annoyingly arrogant grin back on his face. ”Where did all your manners go? This kitten sure knows how to hold a grudge.”

You know he’s baiting you, trying to get a rise out of you, goading you into talking.

And it nearly damn works, having to bite your tongue as you glare up at him with all the ferocity you can muster when he begins kissing around your knee and inner thigh, depriving you of his cock as he gets on his knees, leaning down onto his stomach. 

“Mhm, I’m sorry. You’ll forgive me, won’t you?” Sylus asks, sweeter than honey, words muffled into your inner thigh, each one coming out in between shaky breaths as he inhales deeply against you. “Please, let me hear you again.” another kiss, ” Please let me hear your voice.”

He takes a moment to enjoy the view of you, spread open and desperate even as you stubbornly deny him his favorite thing in the world—your moans. He smiles, squeezing your hips and dragging you closer until your thighs are draped over his shoulders, knees bent. You shiver as his breath ghosts over your core, his thumbs pulling apart your lips.

The combined mess from earlier is still splattered across your skin, and Sylus wastes no time before dragging his tongue across it. He can’t help it, you taste so good. Sound even better, if only you’d stop this ridiculous game. 

Nipping and kissing into your thighs, Sylus never breaks eye contact as he works his way down to your poor fluttering pussy, blowing cool air just to watch you shiver. And when he suddenly latches his lips onto your clit, flicking his tongue up, you nearly forget about revenge. A moan rips from your throat, and only by slapping a palm over your mouth do you manage to muffle it, shaking into Sylus’s mouth as he growls between board strokes of his tongue. 

“Don’t. Do not hide them from me.”

Sylus’s hand immediately comes up, forcing your palm off your mouth. Still eating you out, his hand encircles both your wrists for good measure, pinning them to the mattress.

Sylus knows how to play your body too well, hot tongue circling your clit in slow, devoted motions until breaking away, fucking into your cunt as he watches in smug victory as you grind against the perfect arch of his nose in ways you know will bring you over the edge far too quickly. His usual patience is gone, only desperation remains. Desperation to prove himself, desperation to break you.

You swear you nearly taste blood with how hard you’re biting your lip. 

He's making out with your pussy like a man starved, the way he refuses to part even long enough to breathe, the way his fingers are still lovingly laced together with yours, the way he's still fucking begging you to let him hear your voice. You’re coming before you can help it, forcing your head to the side as you bite into the pillow, muffling your cries as you barely stop yourself from saying his name. 

Sylus doesn't miss it. He lets out a noise that's half whine, half groan, before sitting back on his heels, pulling his tongue out of your pussy and replacing it with two thick fingers.

"That hardly counts, I could barely hear you." You try to ignore the way he crawls back over you, swollen lips glistening with your release, his entire body trembling at the mere sight of you coming undone. "Was my apology not enough? I'll do more. I'd do anything to earn your forgiveness."

Sylus kisses your bruised thighs again, above your womb, your stomach, chest. It's a trail of fire up your body, worshiping every inch he can reach as the pads of his fingers curling to push against that spongy spot inside of you. It's so hard not to make a sound, especially when Sylus has the gall to press his forehead against your temple, whispering pleas in your ear as he continues fucking you with his fingers.

"I just need to hear your voice again, pretty thing, just a little. I want to hear how good I make you feel. Please."

"Sy--" Fuck. You barely stopped yourself, shaking your head violently as you claw at Sylus's biceps, pulling his arm in closer, faster.

Sylus all but whines at the denial of his name.

He lowers himself entirely, each ragged breath hot against your ear just like his neglected cock, twitching and leaking against your stomach.

“Please, let me make it up to you. I’d give you anything, everything you could ever want.” His fingers curl, hitting your g-spot with cruel accuracy even as he continues begging so, so sweetly. “I’ll be—“ a lick across your ear, “such—" sucking the sensitive lobe, “—a good boy."

Your moan is strangled, barely audible, breaking through your clenched jaw, but the way your whole body convulses lets Sylus know you're close. Again. He kisses you hard, swallowing every sound, his hand never ceasing between your legs.

"You're going to forgive me now, won't you, sweetie?" He coos, and when you nod desperately, Sylus pulls back to watch your face. "Say my name, say it, please. Please, talk to me. You know I can’t even cum anymore without hearing your voice. Hearing you ask for me, my cum."

The confession is filthy, and does horrible, terrible things to you.

“You—” you growl, frustration thick in your voice, hating how easily you gave in. “You’re disgusting. Mean.”

Sylus’s eyes nearly roll back at that—at the sound of your voice after so long. You sound divine, even when you're furious. He groans, rutting his hips against you, the underside of his cock dragging along your stomach as you hiss in faux disgust.

“Oh? So you are talking to me finally?” he moans, reveling in the feel of your heat wrapped around his fingers, your slick on his lips, the way your glare flickers between hatred and something far more dangerous.

"Again,” he pants, “call me that again."

"Disgusting."

Sylus bites his lip, moaning low into your ear as he grinds against you, his touch relentless.

"Mean," you sneer, trying to shove him away, but you are powerless against his hulking body, every inch pressing close enough to have you gasping for breath.

"Awful."

"You’re,” Your breath catches as his fingers quicken, thumb circling your clit with devastating precision. You’re going to come again. “Fucking evil.”

"Yeah,” Sylus repeats, chuckling, eyes half-lidded and dazed as he watches you convulse around his fingers with a smile. “I’m the big, bad, evil villain.”

So mean isn’t he? Cooing sweetly as you come undone, violently squirting as your cum drips down his wrist and forearm. If you want evil, then he can do that. He can earn your forgiveness and have you beg for it too.

It's all too much. The man is a demon, a monster, an angel, and his fingers are working you up to the highest heavens, the way he looks down at you in reverence as his hair falls in a messy curtain, a look of utter adoration on his face. And the way his cock, red and throbbing, presses against the juncture of your hip and thigh, dripping precum down the length as he neglects it all for you.

But you want him. All of him.

"Sylus."

He moans, loud and deep, like the sound of his name on your lips is enough to undo him. You can’t help it—you’re crying now, hot tears burning at the corners of your eyes as you gasp for air.

"Sylus, Sylus. Sylus." Your voice cracks, raw with need. "M’sorry. Please, I want—ah fuck—I need you, fuck. Want all of you. Sylus."

He’s on you before you can finish, mouth crashing into yours, kissing you with a feverish intensity that would bruise any other's lips. He kisses you like he’s starving, swallowing every syllable, every whimper, like he’s terrified you’ll take it all back.

And then, you feel it. The sudden, hot spray of his cum between your bodies, painting your stomach and chest with thick, copious amounts of it as he whines into the kiss. Untouched, undone just from your voice, from the way you’re finally his again.

"Thank you, thank you," Sylus groans against your lips, voice wrecked, relief pouring out of him like he’s been waiting an eternity just to hear you say those words. He’s still cumming.

He keeps his fingers moving, edging you dangerously close to another orgasm, until you're practically squirming in his grip. Even then, he doesn't stop, he doesn't remove his fingers. He pulls back just far enough to watch your face, eyes wide and searching.

"Again, kitten, again. Please, keep saying my name."

"Sylus."

Your body is trembling, and his hand doesn't stop until you're squirming away, the stimulation too much. Only then does Sylus finally pull his fingers out, licking them clean, the other hand cupping the back of your head as he kisses you again.

"Forgive me?"

You nod, and Sylus grins, fanged and fucked-out.

"Say it out loud for me."

You scoff, "Yes. I forgive you."

"Perfect. Then I might have to ask for your forgiveness again."

And just as he finishes his confession, your knees are pressed up to your ears, folding you in half as Sylus slides back into your dripping cunt. Without any resistance the entirety of his length thrusts deep inside of you, your lower stomach bulging ever so slightly from his girth, your mind blanking as you’re spread wide against the muscular jut of Sylus’s hips. His hands are everywhere, gripping your hair, squeezing your neck, grabbing at your waist and hips, pulling you up into every thrust. 

"Forgive me, you're so perfect. So beautiful." He kisses along your neck, whispering his praises and compliments, forcing his thumb into your mouth as he pries your lips open to hear you better. "Never keep these sounds from me again, understand?"

You moan a yes around his thumb, and Sylus growls.

"That's a good girl."

He doesn’t relent. Sylus effortlessly begins guiding you to meet his thrusts with one hand, the other remaining pressed against your abdomen, stroking at the outline of his dick pressing through with every rock forward. Large hands splay your thighs wider, closer, impossibly stretching you out until all you can feel is him. 

“Forgive me.” Your breasts jolt with each thrust and before he can stop himself Sylus leans down and bites, nipping and licking into the sensitive peak as you sob from the pain and pleasure. It makes you dizzy, the gentle licks and kisses over your skin in mock apology until he bites down again. And again. 

There’s no remorse in Sylus’s voice anymore, only pussydrunk and obsessed. “Please, forgive me.” Utterly obsessed.

His gaze locks with yours, and in the depths of his eyes you see the reflection of your own face, flushed and beautiful. "I must say, I'm looking forward to seeing you out of it even more," Sylus confesses with a smirk, his intentions clear. "But for now, let's not keep our reservations waiting." He offers you his arm, an invitation for you to take, and a silent promise of the pleasures to come. "Shall we, sweetie?"

As Sylus leads you into the restaurant, the hostess greets him with a nod and a flirtatious smile. "Your table is ready, Mr. Sylus. Right this way, sir."

The restaurant is filled with the soft murmur of conversations and the clink of glasses. You pause, gently but firmly removing your hand from Sylus's grasp. His brow furrows slightly at the sudden separation, a flicker of confusion in his eyes. You meet his gaze, your own expression soft.

You take a step back, putting a little distance between your bodies, and allow your gaze to travel the length of Sylus's impeccable outfit. From his polished black dress shoes, up the line of his tailored trousers, over his crisp white dress shirt, and finally settling on his tie a deep, rich red that nearly matches the shade of your dress.

"You've forgotten one small detail," you tell him, a slight smile playing at the corners of your mouth.

He watches, intrigued and mildly amused, as you rummage through your purse and take out a small, delicate piece of cloth. His gaze follows the movement of your hand as you fist the fabric and lean in towards him. With a playful smile, you reach into the breast pocket of Sylus's dress shirt and tuck the cloth inside. As you do so, your fingers brush against his chest, feeling the firmness of his muscles even through the thin fabric of his shirt. Sylus inhales sharply at the contact, his heart rate quickening beneath your touch.

You step back and admire your handiwork, your eyes sparkling with mischief. "There," you say with a satisfied nod. "Perfect."

Sylus's fingers brush against the delicate lace hidden in his breast pocket, and in that instant, his expression transforms. His eyes widen, and a deep crimson blush spreads across his cheeks, a rare display of color that you've never seen before. For a moment, he appears almost flustered, caught off guard by your bold and unexpected gesture.

Recognition dawns on his face, and his lips part slightly in surprise before curling into a slow, sensual smile. His gaze locks with yours, and there's a new intensity burning in those eyes, a mix of admiration, arousal, and a dark promise of retribution.

The hostess clears her throat, "Your table is ready, Mr. Sylus," she repeats and gestures towards a set of ornate double doors, beyond which lies your private dining area.

Sylus's gaze remains locked with yours for a heartbeat longer, the air between you crackling with unspoken tension. Then, with a smile, he turns to the hostess and nods. "Of course"

As the hostess led you both through the bustling dining room, Sylus placed a possessive hand at the small of your back, guiding you through the maze of tables. His touch left a trail of heat through the thin fabric of your dress, a silent reminder of the intimate secret tucked away in his pocket.

Upon reaching your table, Sylus held your chair for you. As you took your seat, he leaned in close, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "Clever girl," he whispered, his voice is low and it sent shivers down your spine. "You'll pay for that little stunt later.

As the waiter took your orders, Sylus leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving yours. He listened intently as you browsed the menu, occasionally making a suggestion or offering his own preferences. Throughout the conversation, you couldn't shake the feeling of his gaze on you, intense and penetrating, as if he were trying to decipher the secrets hidden behind your eyes.

You thought the panties had been forgotten, a fleeting moment of playful mischief between the two of you. But Sylus would occasionally reach into his pocket and run his fingers over the delicate lace, a smile playing on his lips.

Just when you had convinced yourself that the panties were nothing more than a distant memory, Sylus leaned forward, his elbows resting on the table, and fixed you with a penetrating stare.

"I must say," he began, his voice a low murmur, "your little gift has been a pleasant distraction. But I haven't forgotten our earlier conversation. And I promise you..." Here he paused, letting the anticipation build. "I intend to make you pay in the most exquisite way imaginable." His eyes glinted with a dark, sensual promise, and you felt a flutter of anticipation in the pit of your stomach. The evening was still young, and Sylus had already made it clear that he intended to take it in a direction that would leave you breathless and craving more.

Just then, the waiter arrived with your dinner, breaking the moment between you. As the aroma of the gourmet dishes wafted up to your nostrils, Sylus leaned back in his chair, a grin playing on his lips.

"Bon appétit," he murmured, raising his glass in a toast. "To new experiences and old desires."

Sylus watched you intently as you reached for your fork, ready to begin your meal. Just as you were about to take your first bite, he leaned forward, his voice dropping to a low, commanding whisper.

"Get on your knees," he ordered, his tone leaving no room for disobedience. His crimson eyes bore into yours, a dark intensity smoldering in their depths. You blinked in surprise, your fork hovering over your plate. For a moment, you were certain you had misheard him. Surely he couldn't mean... here? Now?

But the intensity in Sylus's gaze confirmed that he was indeed serious. He watched you expectantly, a dark smile playing on his lips as he waited. His hand tightened around the stem of his wine glass, the crystal glinting under the soft glow of the candlelight. 

"I thought you wanted to play, kitten," he murmured, a hint of challenge in his voice. "Or have you already grown tired of our little game?" His hand drifted to his pocket, fingers brushing against the lace hidden within. A silent reminder of your earlier boldness, and the consequences that would surely follow.

Sylus noticed your nervous glance around the dining room, a flicker of uncertainty in your eyes. He could see the wheels turning in your mind, the internal debate as you weighed the risks and rewards of obeying his bold command. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth, a hint of dark amusement in his eyes. He knew all too well the layout of this exclusive restaurant, had ensured that this very table was positioned in a secluded area, hidden from prying eyes.

He could have put your mind at ease, could have whispered a reassurance that no one would witness to your obedience. But Sylus held his tongue, allowing the uncertainty to linger, to add a thrilling edge to the power dynamics at play. Instead, he simply raised an eyebrow, a silent challenge in the arch of his brow. "Well?" he murmured, "Are you going to keep me waiting?"

His hand moved to his lap, fingers splaying across the fabric of his trousers. A silent invitation, a promise of rewards to come if you dared to be bold.

"Show me you can follow orders," his eyes glinting with a hungry, anticipatory light. "Be a good girl, now. On your knees."

Sylus watched as you slipped down from your chair, disappearing beneath the white tablecloth. He felt your fingers at his belt, the leather strap cool against your skin as you began to undo the buckle.

Throughout it all, Sylus maintained an air of nonchalance, acting as if nothing out of the ordinary were happening. He cut into his steak with precise, measured strokes of his knife and fork, bringing the tender meat to his lips. The rich, savory aroma wafted up to his nostrils as he chewed, a flicker of appreciation in his expression.

All the while, he could feel your trembling fingers working at his trousers, the zipper lowering with a soft hiss. He had to bite back a smile, the contrast of your nervousness and his outward composure a delicious contradiction that served to heighten his arousal.

Sylus took a sip of his wine. The alcohol burned a pleasant trail down his throat, adding a new dimension to the heightened sensations he was experiencing.

"Good girl," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the clink of his silverware against the plate. "You're doing well."

He could feel your warm breath ghosting over his now exposed skin. The anticipation was maddening, the wait for your touch almost unbearable. But Sylus was a patient man, and he intended to draw out this moment, to savor every second of his newfound control over you.

Sylus's eyes met yours as you emerged from beneath the tablecloth, your face flushed and your lips parted in anticipation. He paused, his fork hovering midway to his mouth, as he took in the sight of you kneeling before him, your expression a mix of nervousness and desire.

For a moment, Sylus simply stared, drinking in the exquisite sight of you, your hair tumbling around your shoulders, your skin glowing in the candlelight, and your eyes wide and trusting as they gazed up at him. Then, slowly, he lowered his fork back to his plate, his gaze never leaving yours.

As you leaned in, your breath warm and soft against his skin, Sylus felt a surge of anticipation that sent a jolt of electricity through his body. He watched, his heart pounding in his chest, as your lips parted and you pressed a gentle kiss to the tip of his cock.

A low, groan rumbled in his throat as your mouth made contact with his flesh. The sensation of your soft lips against him was exquisite. He had to resist the urge to tangle his fingers in your hair, to guide you further and demand more from your inexperienced mouth.

Instead, Sylus forced himself to maintain an air of composure, even as he felt his body responding to your tentative touch. "Good girl," he praised, his voice a low, approving murmur. "Such a good, obedient girl you are."

He took another sip of his wine, he could feel the heat of your mouth, the way your tongue flicked out to explore his tip with curiosity.

"More," he commanded softly, "Give me more, kitten. Show me what that pretty mouth can do."

Sylus took another bite of his steak as he felt your tongue begin to explore his length. He could feel the way your lips and tongue mapped every ridge and vein, your inexperienced touches igniting a hunger that threatened to consume him. The scrape of your teeth against his skin, the wet heat of your mouth enveloping him, the gentle pressure of your hand stroking what you couldn't take in, it was all serving to drive him to new heights of arousal.

And yet, despite the intense sensations you were evoking in him, Sylus maintained an appearance of calm indifference. He continued to cut and savor his steak, bringing each piece to his lips with grace.

His eyes flicked down to meet yours as you glanced up at him, a glimmer of amusement in his crimson gaze as he took in your furrowed brow. He could see the confusion, the uncertainty in your expression, and he had to bite back a smirk.

"You're doing wonderfully, sweetie" he murmured, his voice a low, soothing rumble. "Don't stop now. Take more of me into that sweet little mouth of yours." He could feel your hesitation, the way your grip tightened on his thighs as you leaned in further. "Yes, just like that."

He shifted in his seat, a subtle movement that brought him closer to your kneeling form. The tablecloth rustled, a whisper of fabric against fabric, as Sylus allowed his thighs to part just a little more, giving you further access to his most intimate area.

"Don't neglect a single detail," he whispered "I want to feel that pretty mouth worshipping every part of my cock until I'm seared into your memory." Sylus raised an eyebrow, a silent challenge in his gaze. "Think you can handle that, kitten?" he taunted softly. "Or do you need a little more... encouragement?"

He could see the determination in your eyes as you gazed up at him, a glimmer of defiance in your expression. It was clear you were intent on proving yourself, on showing him the depths of your dedication to his pleasure. And Sylus was more than happy to let you try.

As your kisses trailed lower, Sylus felt a sharp inhale catch in his throat. The soft, reverent way your lips traced the heavy vein running along the underside of his shaft was maddening, a teasing caress that spoke of an innocence and naivety that only served to increase his desire. He watched, his grip tightening on his utensils, as your mouth drifted lower still. Sylus's breath hitched as your lips brushed against the sensitive skin of his balls, your tongue darting out to taste him with a boldness that belied your inexperience.

He took another deliberate bite of his steak even as he felt the heat of your mouth scorching his flesh. His eyes flicked down to where your hand gripped his thigh, your nails digging into his flesh with a desperation that spoke of the strain you were feeling. Sylus could see the way your knees wobbled, the slight tremble in your limbs as you maintained your position.

Sylus's fingers tightened in your hair as he felt your lips wrap around the swollen head of his cock again, your tongue swirling and flicking with confidence. The sensation of your mouth working over his sensitive flesh was overwhelming, the wet heat and soft suction threatening to undo him entirely. He could see the way your eyes widened as his hand grabbed your head, a flicker of surprise and a hint of excitement. He could feel the gentle vibration of your hum as you lapped at his precum, the sound sending a jolt of electricity straight to his cock. "Fuck, just like that," Sylus growled, desperation creeping in his voice. "Your mouth feels incredible sweetie"

He could feel the way your fingers tightened around him, your grip sure and purposeful as you stroked him in time with the bobbing of your head. The combination of your hand and your mouth was rapidly pushing Sylus to the brink of ecstasy, his body coiling with a tension that demanded release.

As he guided your head lower, Sylus could feel the tip of his cock pressing against the back of your throat. He paused for a moment, allowing you to adjust to the intrusion before applying a gentle pressure, urging you to take him deeper. His eyes never left yours as he slowly, pushed your head down until your nose was pressed against his pelvis and your lips stretched taut around his thick girth. He could feel the way your throat closed around him, the muscles fluttering and massaging his sensitive flesh.

"Good fucking girl," Sylus praised, his voice a low, ragged rasp. "You're going to make me come. I can feel it. Don't stop, sweetie. Take every last drop." He could feel his release building, the heat and pressure in his balls growing. Sylus knew he was close, teetering on the precipice of a shattering climax. He let out a loud moan as he felt your tongue twist along the underside of his cock, the muscle massaging his most sensitive spots with a newfound skill. His thighs clenched beneath your fingertips, the muscles taut and trembling with the effort of holding himself back from bucking wildly into your mouth. His eyes fluttered closed, his head falling back as he lost himself to the sensations your clever mouth was inflicting upon him. But then, just as quickly, his eyes snapped open, his gaze locking with yours as you slowly, torturously, dragged your lips up his shaft. The sight of you, your mouth stuffed full of his throbbing cock, your eyes dark and heavy lidded with lust, was almost more than Sylus could bear. A deep, rumbling groan tore from his chest as he felt your tongue press against the leaking tip, your lips wrapping around him tightly. And then, with a sharp tug on your hair, Sylus came undone.

His climax crashed over him like a tidal wave, his hot seed spurting and pulsing down your throat as you swallowed around him. Sylus's body shuddered and jerked, his hips rocking forward to push himself deeper into your mouth, chasing every last drop of his release. As the final spurts of his come tapered off, Sylus slumped back in his chair, his chest heaving with the force of his breathing. He looked down at you, his expression one of utter disbelief and raw, primal satisfaction.

But then he watched, enraptured, as you rose up from your knees, your lips glistening with his essence. The sight of you reaching for his glass of wine, tipping it to your mouth and draining it in one long, greedy pull, sent a fresh surge of lust coursing through his spent body.

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"I could have taken you right there on that table," Sylus murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "Could have hiked up your dress and buried my face in your cunt, letting everyone in that restaurant hear the filthy sounds of you coming on my tongue."

Sylus's hand slid down your body, his fingers skimming over your ribcage, your belly, before coming to rest at the apex of your thighs.

"But I wanted to hear you sing for me here," he continued "Wanted to feel you writhing beneath me, wanted to make you scream my name until it was the only thing echoing through my room."

Sylus's fingers brushed against your folds, teasing through the wetness, gathering your arousal on his fingers. He brought his hand to his mouth, his tongue darting out to lick your essence from his skin, his eyes never leaving yours as he savored your flavor. "I could spend hours with my face buried between your thighs, feasting on your sweet little cunt until you're nothing but a boneless, mewling mess."

To emphasize his point, Sylus ducked his head, his shoulders pushing your thighs further apart as he settled himself between them. He could feel the heat radiating off your core, could smell the intoxicating aroma of your arousal, and it made his mouth water with anticipation. He leaned in, his breath hot and heavy against your flesh, and then he was tasting you, his tongue parting your folds in a long, slow lick. He groaned at the first contact, the sound vibrating through you, making your back arch off the bed. He could feel the way your hips canted upwards, seeking more of that delicious friction, silently begging him to fill you, to take you.

"Not yet, sweetheart," his breath hot against you. "I want to taste you first. Want to feel you come apart on my tongue before I let you sink down on my cock." He sealed his lips around your clit, suckling the sensitive bundle of nerves, his tongue flicking and circling until your cries reached a fever pitch. Sylus could feel your thighs trembling around his head, your fingers fisting in his hair as you held him tight against you. His hands gripped your hips, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as he held you still, keeping you spread wide open for his hungry mouth. He could feel your walls fluttering as he pushed you closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.

He knew every inch of you, every sensitive spot that would make you gasp and shudder, every secret place that would unravel you. And he used that knowledge mercilessly, his tongue and lips and teeth working in tandem to push you to the brink of oblivion. Just as he felt your walls starting to flutter, your breath hitching in your throat, Sylus pulled back. He released your clit from the suction of his lips, his tongue sliding away from that perfect spot that had been pushing you closer and closer to your release. He could feel your body jerking, your hips bucking upwards desperately seeking the friction and pressure you needed to tumble over the edge.

He placed a series of soft, teasing kisses along your inner thighs, his lips brushing against your skin. His hands slid up to your breasts, cupping the soft mounds, his thumbs teasing your nipples into stiff peaks.

Sylus rolled the hardened nubs between his fingers, pinching and tugging gently as he felt your body squirm beneath him. He could see the frustration in your eyes, could hear it in the needy whimpers spilling from your lips, and it only spurred him on, only made him want to tease you more.

"Please," you gasped, your voice ragged and hoarse. "Please, Sylus, I need...I need..."

"I know exactly what you need, sweetheart," Slowly he dragged a single finger up your slit, gathering the slick evidence of your arousal. He brought it to his lips, his tongue darting out to lick it clean, his eyes never leaving yours as he savored your unique flavor.

"Mmm, you taste even sweeter when you're desperate like this," Sylus growled, a note of dark satisfaction in his voice. "I could get addicted to your taste, to the way you quiver and shake and beg so prettily for my touch."

"What do you say, pretty girl?" Sylus murmured, his voice a low, approving rumble. "Tell me, how do you want to come undone tonight?" He pressed a lingering kiss to your clit, his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive bud, drawing a sharp gasp from your throat.

"I'm going to give you a choice," he continued, "Do you want to come screaming my name on my tongue, or do you want to sink down on my cock and ride me until you can't take any more?" His fingers dipped into your dripping entrance, scissoring and pumping, teasing your fluttering walls. He could feel how close you were, ready to snap at the slightest provocation.

"Since you've been such a good girl tonight," he purred, his fingers curling to press against that perfect spot deep inside you, "I'm going to let you pick your poison."

"I want your cock, Sylus. Please, I need you inside me..."

Without a moment's hesitation, he flipped your body over, positioning you to straddle his hips. His large hands gripped your waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass as he lifted you up and then slammed you down on his thick, hard cock in one brutal thrust.

"Fuck!" Sylus moaned, his head falling back against the pillow as he hilts inside you, "God, you feel fucking incredible." He could feel your walls stretching around him, your softness enveloping his cock. Sylus's hips surged upwards, driving him even deeper into your core as he pulled you down to meet him, the force of his thrusts making the bed frame creak and groan beneath you. "Yes, fuck, just like that," Sylus growled, his eyes blazing into yours as he watched your face contort with pleasure. "Take my cock, pretty girl. Fucking take it."

One hand slid up your body to your breast, his fingers finding your nipple and pinching the stiff peak roughly. The other hand gripped your hip, his nails leaving crescent indents in your skin as he held you in place, forcing you to take every inch. He could feel your body trembling, your thighs shake around him as he fucked up into you with short, sharp thrusts. He leaned in, his lips finding your throat, his teeth sinking into the tender flesh. His tongue laved over the reddening skin, soothing the sting, before he pulled back to look at you with an indulgent grin.

"Ride me, baby," Sylus commanded, his voice rough with lust. "Sink down on my cock and take what you need. Fucking use me."

His thrusts were relentless, each one driving his thick, pulsing cock deeper into your core than the last. He could feel your body yielding to him, your walls clenching and fluttering around his length as he stretched you wider. The pleasure was so intense, so all consuming, that you swore you could feel it in the pit of your stomach, could feel it stealing the air from your lungs with each brutal thrust of his hips.

His hands gripped your hips tighter, his fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your ass as he pulled you down harder, forcing your body to accept him. His breath came in short, sharp gasps, his chest heaving with the effort of his thrusts as he fucked up into you.

You could feel your orgasm building, could feel the coil of heat and pressure winding tighter and tighter in the pit of your belly. Your fingers clawed at Sylus's chest, your nails leaving red lines down his skin as you clung to him, desperate for something to ground yourself against the overwhelming pleasure.

Just as you teetered on the precipice, your body coiled tight and ready to snap, Sylus latched onto your nipple with his mouth. His teeth sank into the tender, stiff peak, biting down just hard enough to send a jolt of pained pleasure. At the same moment, he slammed his cock up into you with a brutal, punishing thrust, burying himself to the hilt inside you.

The dual sensations, the sharp, stinging pain of his bite and the intense, overwhelming pleasure of his cock pulsing deep within you was the final push you needed to send you over the edge. Your orgasm crashed through you, your body convulsing and shaking uncontrollably as you you screamed his name to the heavens above.

"FUCK, SYLUS!" you wailed, your voice cracking and breaking as ecstasy consumed you. Your cunt clamped down around his length like a vice, your walls rippling and fluttering as you came harder than you ever had before in your life.

Wave after wave of pure, bliss surged through your veins, stealing your breath and robbing you of any semblance of coherent thought. Through the haze of your climax, you could feel Sylus's cock throbbing and pulsing inside you, could feel his own release dripping out of you to pool on the sheets beneath you. The combination of your mixed juices created an obscene sound as Sylus's hips continued to rock into yours.

Finally, with a groan, Sylus collapsed back against the bed, pulling you down on top of him. His arms wrapped around your trembling body, holding you close as the last tremors of your mutual releases subsided.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke, both lost in the hazy afterglow. You could feel Sylus's heart pounding against your cheek.

"The panties are mine now," Sylus declared, a smug grin spreading across his face