JUPITER

Your hands immediately fly to his shoulders, gripping onto him as if you're scared he might disappear. He has before. He's left you aching and dripping for him purely to watch you squirm with the effort it took to not fuck your own fingers.

You're worried he might do it again.

But then he sinks one long finger into you, curling it just right to make your back arch off the sheets. Immediately, you clamp down on him, greedy and desperate to be filled by him.

"Sylus, please…" You whimper, your voice ruined and wrecked despite him barely touching you. Your hands easily slip into his hair, tugging on the silver strands. This earns you a brush of his thumb against your clit, finally allowing some of the friction you've been seeking.

A shattered moan leaves your lips as he guides his finger out of you before pushing it deep once more, curling against your tight walls just the way he knows you like. Suddenly, he's done teasing. He's done making you wait for it. He gives you a second finger, stretching your greedy little pussy for him as his thumb rubs soft, quick circles against your clit.

"Stop squirming, kitten." He tells you, his free hand clamping down onto your hip to hold you still as you tremble beneath him.

"I can't. I need it. Sylus, please." You beg him, your head thrashing against the pillows as you try and fight his grip. It's useless and you both know it, but the sight earns an amused hum from him.

With that, he withdraws his fingers, slick and glistening in the dim lighting of his bedroom. He doesn't waste a second as he unzips his pants, shoving the leather down to free his aching cock. He slides through your honeyed folds, the tip kissing your clit as he grinds himself on you.

"Is this what you wanted?" He asks, a smug grin on his face. You both know the feeling of his skin against yours is making that ache worse. You shake your head even as a moan leaves you, echoing softly within the room as your hips buck up to meet him. He continues, grinding his cock against you again, and again, and again, until finally, he relents.

Your breath hitches as he guides the tip into your dripping pussy, his movements agonizingly slow as he lets you feel every single inch he's burying deep inside you. He groans at the feeling of your walls eagerly clamping around him, coaxing him impossibly deeper until he's fully seated inside you.

He doesn't wait for you to fully adjust to the thick length of him. He knows you can take it.

He sets a brutal pace, his hips snapping against yours as his hands move to your thighs, keeping you spread for him. Your breath escapes your lungs in a loud cry. The sound of skin hitting skin echoes within his bedroom, an obscene, rhythmic noise that's accompanied only by your moans and the occasional groan from him.

His eyes never leave yours, watching every single reaction he pulls from you as if he could happily get drunk on you. Perhaps he already is. Each thrust is deep, possessive, and punishing, driving the air from your lungs in sharp gasps and whines. You watch it all, unable to look away from his blood red eyes, noting the way his jaw clenches every time you clench around him.

He fucks you like he's trying to merge your souls together.

You try to open your mouth and say something coherent, warn him that you're already close, but all that comes out is a broken moan. Your hands find his shoulders, nails digging into his skin in a silent claim of your own. He shifts, leaning his large body forward to hover over you further, the new position pushing your knees into your chest and allowing him to hit deeper.

With every thrust, his cock kisses your cervix. You know you're going to ache later, but right now, it's completely worth it.

When you come, it's sudden and intense, your nails digging deep into his skin before scratching down his arms, a high-pitched sob tearing from your throat. Sylus follows a second later with a guttural curse, burying himself deep inside you as your walls clamp almost painfully around him. His hips jerk against you as if he can't help himself, shallow, wicked rolls that push his cum deeper.

When he finally stills, you're both panting, bodies flushed and sweaty. He releases your thighs, shifting to pull your legs around his hips instead as he buries his face into your neck. You're both satisfied for now, but you know it won't be long until he's right back to teasing you relentlessly until you're dripping and aching for him.

When he finally pulls back to allow you a ragged breath, a thin, glistening string of saliva momentarily connects your lips before it breaks. Your lips are puffy and slick, your cheeks flushed a pretty pink. He's ruinously handsome in the dim lighting, his hair a mess from your frantic hands and his mouth wet. You watch him, breathless and aching while he just watches you with that dark, focused way of his, looking perfectly pleased with how much of a mess he's made of you.

You lean back in, desperate to lose yourself in him, desperate to feel his mouth on yours, but his hand moves faster than your clouded mind can track. His long fingers fan out across your jaw, firm and unyielding, stopping you just inches from his mouth. You let out a quiet gasp of surprise, but then he's tilting your head from side to side, his eyes fixated on your lips like he's admiring a particularly interesting piece of art.

"Patience, Kitten." He rasps.

You don't listen. You want him too badly. You try and close the distance once more, earning a teasing huff from him.

"Sylus, please..." You whimper.

"I'm not done looking at you yet." He tells you. The denial has another broken, frustrated whine leaving your lips. You can't believe his audacity, though you consider yourself lucky at the same time. He could have pushed you off his lap, really made you work for him, but he didn't. He's kept you there, and now that he isn't holding your hips so tightly, you take the opening while you still have it.

You roll your hips right into him, the layers of clothing between you two muting the feeling of his cock against you. You don't care. It's good enough for now. You want to see his composure to crack, to feel him lose his breath the way you've lost yours.

But Sylus is not a man who easily gives up control. If anything, your bold display amuses him. Still, the hand on your hip tightens, his thumb hooking into the waistband of your jeans as he grinds back slow and steady. This steals the air right out of your lungs in a pathetic little moan as he guides your rhythm, his hand dictating exactly how and when you move against him.

"Look at you." He murmurs, leaning in to brush his damp lips against the corner of your mouth. "So eager to skip to the end, kitten. And here I thought you were enjoying yourself."

He's mocking you, and you're well aware of it. Usually you'd snap back with some sharp comment, maybe tell him to mind his damn business, but for right now, you don't care. You like it. You like knowing that he knows what he does to you.

But even so, you're done waiting.

"I would enjoy it more if you took my pants off."

This makes Sylus pause. His eyes flick down to the denim hugging your thighs before he meets your gaze once more, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. He's well aware of what you want, but he can't help wanting to tease you a bit. He likes the anticipation.

"I know." He responds as he trails his mouth down your cheek, along your neck, nipping and sucking little bruises onto your skin as if he's perfectly content to do it all day.

Little shit.

"You are such a fucking tease." You whine even as you tilt your head for him. Even as you arch into him. Even as you continue to rub yourself against the bulge in his pants. You wonder if he's going to make you wait all day after all. Just the thought has your pussy clenching around nothing.

But Sylus relents. His hands easily maneuver you in his lap as he gives a sharp tug at your waistband, yanking the denim down your thighs. Within seconds, your jeans are tossed to the floor, his thumb pressed against your aching clit through the thin layer of your slick panties. He's slow as he drags his thumb against you, watching the way your hips twitch, listening to the quiet moans that escape you.

His free hand moves to his own pants, unzipping the leather until he can shove it down his legs and free his cock. He's so hard it physically hurts, precum smeared all along the tip. Your mouth waters at the sight, but he doesn't give you the chance to reach for him. He guides your hips, positioning you just above him before his fingers tug your damp panties to the side.

"This what you wanted, kitten?" He asks, smug as ever. Then he's guiding you down onto him, his fat cock instantly stretching your cunt exactly the way you love. Your velvety walls clench around him, coaxing him deeper, begging for more until the tip is kissing your cervix.

You shudder against him your hands tugging at his hair. You feel so deliciously full, all you can focus on is the way he guides your hips, the wet sound of skin on skin each time he thrusts up into you. It's obscene, the way he fucks you right in the middle of his lounge, but you don't care. You just want more.

One hand shifts away from your hips, dipping behind you only to smack against your ass. The sharp crack echoes in the room, punctuated only by the brutal, wet glide of skin on skin. Your hands grasp weakly at his shirt, incoherent moans and whimpers tumbling from your lips before you can bite them back.

Each thrust is deep, meant to drive the air from your lungs and leave you wondering where you end and he begins. A tell-tale sign of how his composure was barely hanging on. Crack. He smacks your ass again, squeezing the supple flesh before he shifts to the other side.

Crack. Crack-crack-crack.

You writhe on top of him, seeking more of him even while you feel the heat of the sting blooming across your skin. You wonder if he'll leave a nice handprint on your ass if you ask him. You wonder if he already has.

"You want me to cum in this pretty little pussy?" He asks you suddenly, his voice a low, ruined rasp as he squeezes your hips, his movements more deliberate as he guides you down on his cock over and over again. You mumble a response, try to tell him you obviously don't want him to pull out, but it's swallowed by your moans.

So instead, you clamp onto him, honeyed walls squeezing him like a vice. He responds by finding your swollen clit once more, rubbing that sensitive bundle of nerves until you're falling apart around him. A choked cry leaves your lips, high-pitched and desperate as you squirm on his cock. His red eyes never leave your face, watching intently as you cum around him.

He follows a minute later with a ragged groan, his hands squeezing your hips hard enough to leave bruises later. His hips stutter underneath you as he pulls you flush against him, rocking into you like he's trying to ensure his cum remains deep inside your cunt.

For a moment, the only sound in the room is your frantic, broken breathing as you both try to come down from the high. You collapse onto him, burying your face in the crook of his neck as his arms wrap around you. He holds you so gently like he's scared you might disappear at any moment, a stark difference from the way he'd just been slamming into your cervix.

His thumbs rub small, soothing circles into your lower back as he tilts his head against the back of the velvet chair, a smug sort of pride flashing across his features as he feels you trembling against him.