scream my name

As she deliberately disobeyed his request, instead uncovering herself before him even more than before, Lukas winced, keeping his gaze on her face as best as he could. He would rather look there than let his gaze wander anywhere else, but she made it difficult. “I’m not lying, if that’s what you’re saying.” He couldn’t help but sound defensive, frustrated as she refused to let this go. She didn’t just do that either. Katherine knew what she was doing, trying to tempt him into more, a second romp session as she recalled everything they’d done together last night. “You don’t understand. Not only are you too damn young for me, but I can’t do shit like this. Did you not hear me? I’ve been sober for a year. I worked every damn day to make that happen and I pissed it all away in one night. I’ve got to work on myself. I’m not good for you, not good for anyone. It’s better to stop this now than you end up getting hurt.”

It was difficult trying to be the bigger man, to explain the why’s when all he wanted was to take her again. Katherine was exposed to him fully, every aspect of her perfect body on display. He put his hands in front of his crotch, but that didn’t do much since she was already aware of his erection. “The only way we can do this is, if it’s just sex. I can’t.. do a relationship. I can’t even stay sober, I can’t be a boyfriend. I shouldn’t even have sex, it’s part of the recovery, but.. you’re making it hard. Pun intended.” Lukas tugged his boxers back down and climbed back on the bed. “You think you can do that? Just sex?”

Call her an idiot for not caring, but Katherine could not wipe away the smirk from her face as she watched Lukas struggle with her counterargument. It was a risky move to attempt to draw him back in. Everything he said had been true. Any continuation of the drunken night’s activities was a toxic attempt at having fun, a dangerous move on her part to entice him to stay for her own entertainment. Almost like a switch had gone off in his head, though, she watched as he paused a moment before the decision was made. Katherine’s lips curled into a mischievous grin as she saw his hands move to tug his boxers down, a subtle victory as she hummed her content. Slim fingers found his chest, dancing gently against his skin with her head cocked to the side.

“Lovely to see you, my pretty.”

Usually, when Elizabeth focused her attention on a man’s cock, that was where all the attention went for the foreseeable future. Not that she minded, of course. But still, it was a nice surprise to be spun around, even nicer to have her hands held against the wall. Head cocking to the side a bit, she smirked. “Oh, do you?” she said, though she was silenced from saying anymore with a rough kiss. She hummed with pleasure when his hands ran down her sides, a gasp leaving her when a hand slipped between her legs. “Oh, I like you,” she practically purred, hips arching. 

A habit in every area of relations with women had Ashton paying them the attention they deserved, including this particular moment. Still, there was a flash of his dominance in it all as he pushed her hips back against the wall with his own, a smirk on his lips. “You seem very eager after last night,” he countered. His fingers danced around her slit, lingering dangerously close to Elizabeth’s warmth between her legs. He pulled his face from hers to stare at her as a finger pushed between the lips below, greeted immediately with the warm wetness of her arousal. “I would think I wore you out too much.”

Lilith’s eyes fluttered closed after their lips pressed together, the power they had over her bringing a goofy smile to face. The light touches on her skin, brushes of their nose early against her sensitive neck - it all drove her wild. When their hands tugged her closer and broke the kiss, blue eyes shot to them with a silent plea in the look. A smirk crossed their face before their lips found her neck, sharp points puncturing her skin. A moan passed her lips as she pressed her hips into theirs, tilting her head more to give them more access to her neck for their drink.

When Elizabeth woke up the next morning, she saw that the man she had gone home with was still sound asleep. She considered going home, but her hair was a mess and she was sticky, so she decided to shower. She made her way to the restroom and began to shower–only to be surprised by an uninvited visitor who grabbed her and pinned her to the wall. Liza yelped a little in surprise. But her lips curved into a smile when she realized what was going on, once she felt his lips and his hard cock. “Mm, sorry, I didn’t want to wake you,” she said. “I see now I made a terrible mistake.” She reached down to wrap a hand around his member and began pumping him, just to get him even harder. “How can I make it up to you?”

A low growl rumbled in the back of Ashton’s throat as her fingers curled around his shaft and worked him. His eyes fluttered at the attention she paid to him, but he forced his attention back on her. He spun her to press them chest to chest. His lips curled into a wicked grin, his hands holding hers against the wall above her head. The woman’s compliance brought excitement to his eyes before he spoke, hips pushing against hers. “I have a few ways you could do that,” he muttered. He dipped his head to capture her lips in a harsh kiss, letting go of her wrists to run his hands down her side, one hand slipping between her legs.

                             Her entire body felt like it was on fire. Every ‘accidental’ touch he left her aching skin sent it up in flames, begging for something more, but she knows he can’t. Not while they’re in the eye of the public, where teasing touches that went unnoticed by everyone else would have to suffice. Cecelia can barely handle the anticipation, practically squirming on the car ride back to their shared apartment. It was risky business to indulge in her lust for her roommate, sure, but after such a long period of tension arising, watching him walk shirtless around the living room and thinking about it late at night, it was inevitable that something like this would happen. She’d made the first move tonight, and it proved to be working out well for her. As soon as they’d opened that door, his lips had crashed against hers haphazardly, a groan escaping from the girl as her digits immediately reached for his shirt, nearly tearing the fabric as she yanked it off, desperate for contact with his bare skin. In only a matter of moments, she’s guided deeper into the apartment and finding herself with her back landing on the floor, a soft gasp sounding at the gentle pain that accompanied the thud of their bodies landing. His hands roamed her skin and she needed more, digits tangling into his hair and hips trying their best to lift and meet his. “ You have no idea how much I’ve wanted this. ” She rasped out, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.

                            “ Good thing it’s not what I’m looking for. ” Griffin quipped in response just as quickly as she’d made the playful remark, though he tears his gaze away from her full chest to finally meet the sparkling eyes that belonged to her. A smirk formed on his lips, because he can see where she’s getting at, and he really does love young, eager girls like her. They’re pert and with the number of years he often had over them, he knew just how to make them scream for him. Yet, as outright flirtatious as he was being with the young daughter of his neighbors, he’ll taunt her for a little longer ( he’s also making sure the coast is clear— the neighborhood was quiet, and therefore nosy often times ). “ But that’s all I’m doing. Looking. Nothing else. ”

She couldn’t deny the pleasant ache to her body as she slipped into the shower. Last night had gotten messy and she had every intention of cleaning up quickly then slipping out. A cool rush of air over her damp skin alerted her to the shower door opening. Before she could say anything she found herself pressed against the cold tiles of the back of the shower, a light shiver rushing over her body. “That’s because I’m trying to get clean,” Lisset hummed, her own hips rising to press against his as she felt them bear down on her own.

Ashton’s head cocked to the side when her hips pushed up against his own. His lips curled into a smirk as he pulled his lips from her neck. His eyes searched hers, his hand pulling away from pinning one of her hands up above her head. With a hand freed of her wrist, he dipped it between them, fingers trailing down her wet body. He kept his eyes on hers while slender fingers dipped lower down her body, slipping between the gap of her legs. Greeted with the part of her body he had shown much attention to the night before, he hummed and raised a brow. “I suppose you can always get clean-” he murmured, leaning in closer to her while he pushed in a finger up into her slit. “- later. I heard having another’s help certainly makes it more... fun.” With the last word, his thumb rubbed her clit, eyes still trained on her.

         She could only stare at him in anticipation as he made his way towards her. When he told her to stop, a shiver ran through her spine as she halted her movements. Her nipples ached deliciously and her clit throbbed hard. All because of the man kneeling before her. When he first turned the camera on and instructed her to undress, humiliation was running red hot through her veins but now, now her heart was pulsing through her chest, wanting more from him. He had awoken an unknown kink in her and it needed satisfaction immediately.

         His hand traveled along the curve of her ass before moving towards her heat. Her hands gently clenched to his jet black hair, watching his face dive into her wet cunt. She had to bite down on her lip when he instructed her to remain silent, pushing his mouth against her warm folds. His rough thumbs, parted her her swollen lips, lapping his tongue over her swollen clit. The more his skilled mouth teased and ravished her tight, hot slit. “Uhhh…God.” She whimpered breathlessly, feeling her legs go weak beneath her. And that was her first mistake.

         There was no explanation for the amount of dominance Finley felt over the woman spread out before him. With his tongue flicking across her clit and feeling her hips push back against him, it made his cock twitch in his pants. The complete control he had over the other was only proven more when her legs went weak, pulling her pussy away from where he had positioned himself. A growl rippled through him and he stood up. Harsh, calloused hands grabbed onto Elena and flipped her, hunger ablaze in his eyes at how obvious her arousal was when he got to see the front of her.

         Fingers slipped to the peak of her thighs, one long finger falling into a rhythm of slow pulses in and out of her tight pussy. His lips found one of her tits, teeth biting down gently onto the nipple. He swore to himself that this was going to be fun as he pulled his slick finger from her legs, finger soaked with her juices. Curious as to how far he could push her, he held the finger up to her. “I want you to suck my finger,” he purred. “Then, I want you to suck my cock.”