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another   moan   fumbles   from   her   lips   ,   and   his   other   hand   falls   to   dip   beneath   his   shirt   she's   wearing   ,   gripping   pert   cheek   firmly   in   his   hand   and   squeezing   .   "   keep   going   .   "   grated   timbre   is   brushed   to   her   mouth   as   his   head   dips   to   brush   hot   ,   open   -   mouthed   kisses   to   her   jaw   and   neck   .   "   use   my   cock   to   make   yourself   cum   .   "   encourages   ,   tongue   dragging   along   the   veins   protruding   from   her   neck   before   he's   sinking   his   teeth   into   delicate   flesh   and   lewdly   sucking   to   disguise   the   needy   groans   rumbling   from   his   throat   .   fingers   slip   between   her   thighs   again   ,   thumb   dragging   along   swollen   clit   ,   and   tracing   slow   ,   strategic   circles   ,   "   then   i'm   going   to   lick   you   clean   .   "

"faster   ...   i'm   close,   s'close   da — baby   and   i   ...   fuck,   i   need   it."   hunger   like   she's   never   known   tears   through   her   small   frame   as   she   grinds   desperately   upon   his   lap,   slowness   forgotten   in   the   face   of   chasing   her   first   orgasm   partially   given   to   her   by   someone   else.   fingers   curl   against   his   chest,   promising   the   breaking   of   skin   imminently   if   he   continues   playing   her   like   his   favorite   instrument.   "please!   please   roman   i'm   right   there,   shit   i'm   right   there."

"   yes   ,   baby   ..   need   every   drop   inside   my   pussy   .   you   going   to   give   it   to   me   ?   i   can   feel   how   full   you   are   ...   "   the   noises   he's   rewarding   her   with   are   driving   her   mad   ,   walls   suffocating   his   cock   as   his   hips   lifting   to   meet   her   own   ,   and   she's   collapsing   forward   ,   her   moans   growing   more   erratic   .   "   sh-shit   ,   just   ..   just   like   that   ..   keep   -   keep   fucking   me   back   like   that   ..   "   her   eyes   are   starting   to   cross   ,   nails   embedding   into   his   nape   as   she   glances   down   between   them   again   ,   admiring   where   their   bodies   meet   .   "   fuck   !   fuck   me   ..   "   whine   is   torn   from   her   throat   as   he   strikes   her   cheek   and   seconds   later   ,   is   pouring   inside   her   greedy   cunt   ,   and   she   crashes   the   moment   he   does   — frame   freezing   up   ,   and   then   she's   shaking   like   a   leaf   on   top   of   him   ,   pussy   milking   him   for   everything   he's   worth   ,   and   spilling   down   his   cock   .

"that's   it   baby   ...   god   you're   fucking   perfect,   getting   yourself   all   over   me   ...   you're   the   nastiest   girl   daddy's   ever   had."   other   hand   drifts   from   her   body,   disappearing   between   them   as   he   circles   the   base   of   his   length,   their   climax   mixing   against   his   hot   skin.   "i   got   you   nik,   ride   it   out   for   me   ...   "   carefully   extracting   his   hand   dante   raises   it   to   his   mouth,   groaning   with   a   hunger   so   raw   it's   primal   as   their   combined   taste   greets   his   tastebuds.   salty   and   sweet,   addictive   and   soul   destroying. tongue   glides   across   his   own   digits   like   a   starving   man   served   a   steaming   meal,   lewd   in   the   way   his   hues   roll   and   his   hips   begin   to   slow.   their   heaving   breaths   fill   the   heated   space   of   the   car,   droplets   of   condensation   beginning   their   lazy   descent   down   the   windows   as   he   focuses   his   blown   out   eyes   on   her.   "that   information   up   to   your   standards,   baby?"   voice   now   hoarse   from   the   countless   groans   of   pleasure   he's   let   slip   into   their   space,   feeling   her   orgasm   coat   his   dick   and   balls.

she   snaps   him   out   of   vulgar   thoughts   ,   her   phone   still   in   his   hand   as   blues   clash   with   her   soft   caramels   .   she's   so   close   ,   their   heads   only   inches   apart   ,   his   gaze   is   catching   on   how   teeth   sink   into   her   lesser   ,   and   he   wants   to   pry   it   out   .   her   suggestion   has   all   the   blood   rushing   between   his   legs   — he   can't   stop   it   ,   isn't   sure   if   he   wants   to   ,   and   then   he's   leaning   closer   ,   until   their   noses   are   brushing   .   "   think   we   might   need   a   couple   more   .   "   voice   is   lower   ,   fingers   that   are   on   her   thigh   are   inching   further   along   her   skin   ,   palm   forcing   her   legs   further   apart   ,   "   but   this   time   — "   mouth   hovers   over   hers   ,   just   as   fingertips   are   grazing   closer   to   her   warmth   ,   and   hues   are   catching   on   her   lips   again   ,   "   i   want   your   focus   on   me   .   "   and   without   warning   ,   brims   are   crashing   against   hers   in   a   hot   ,   passionate   embrace   .

"h   —   how   do   you   know   my   focus   wasn't   on   you?"   quip   stuttered   against   his   addictive   brims,   a   delicate   breath   breaking   free   as   her   hand   drifts   upward,   fingers   coiling   in   the   soft   threads   of   hair   at   the   nape   of   his   neck.   "since   i've   put   this   jersey   on   i've   focused   on   you,   roman."   and   shamefully   kyle   had   been   relegated   to   the   dusty   corner   of   her   mind,   a   barely   noticeable   echo   that's   drowned   out   by   roman.   by   how   the   only   thing   she   needs   right   now   is   more.   groaning   in   sudden   impatience   she   rises,   mouth   ghosting   across   his   as   she   shifts   to   face   him,   to   rest   her   legs   on   either   side   of   his   own. the subtle pressure of her needy cunt against his lap makes her moan, hotly panting against his lips as she experimentally rolls her hips.

"you know what? i can't do this shit if you're not serious about it. how the hell are we supposed to act like we're madly in love with each other when you physically cringe at the sight of my presence."

"how much more serious do you want me to be, jett? you want me climbing you like a tree in public?" brows lift as she scoffs at his words, although his touch had felt foreign to her tonight. "and i didn't cringe, you're being dramatic — plus it's not like you're drooling over me around everyone either. it works both ways."

"i know you're not used to having to share a household with someone during the summer, but the next time you masturbate can you make sure nobody's in the house?"

"why would i do that? we're sharing this place, i can do whatever i want in my own bedroom — maybe you should start doing it too, might get rid of the stick wedged in your ass." homme shrugs as he tosses a grin her way, unbothered by what she may have heard.

"sharing it, huh? i don’t really know how to… do that. but i can try in bite sized pieces.” silence settles, soft and electric. she worries her lower lip, watches the play of streetlamp gold along his jaw. "i'm also going to try ... no more going out alone, and maybe once a week we have a date night or something?" cheap takeout eaten on the rooftop while the skyline flickers; him teaching her how to make an omelet that doesn’t resemble a bad picasso painting; getting tipsy on mid shelf wine in their own kitchen and slow dancing barefoot. mundane, gorgeous things she’s only ever seen from the outside. rose bushes — god, even the landscaping feels like it belongs to another life. the glossy petals are black silhouettes in the floodlights, beautiful in that smug, curated way expensive things have. the gates finish their slow jaw like yawn. she flicks the buckle of her stilettos open, lets one heel thud onto the floor mat, then the other. there was no way she would make it in six inch heels after the night she had. “marcus?” soft, almost swallowed by the engine’s idle. “will you… stay up with me for a bit?" her heart thunders ... too fast, too hopeful. she rolls her eyes at herself, embarrassed. “or, you know, you’ve got that meeting. i can survive microwaved ramen solo.” she shrugs, makes it casual, but the shrug is brittle glass. she finally pops the door, night air kissing her sweat-damp skin. one bare foot settles on the cool concrete; the world tilts but steadies when she braces a palm on the roof. she glances across the car, mascara smeared eyes bright despite the haze. “i really do appreciate you, coming to get me tonight.”

this was evidently something that both of them would need to work on, putting the blame solely on skye was an easy way out and an even easier way to push them further apart. doesn't want to change her, so if those wild nights out are what she finds fun or a release then who cares? but marcus already knows her enough to see that there's little joy in it. "yeah, yeah a date night sounds good. we can take it in turns picking where we go or what we do?" a method to learn more about her, about who she was when things weren't spiralling and they were comfortable. gaze flits to the offending bushes and he has the strongest urge to stop the car then and there to yank some out by their thorny branches — but it's hardly the right time, nor would it technically count as their first date, him tearing his palms bloody in the middle of the night while she watches. "i think we should redo it, all of it. i can't even walk around in the garden with all those fucking ponds and statues." after their conversation he feels a shift, in both their dynamic and himself. he's exhausted trying to ensure his parents are happy when they never will be, so fuck the flowers and everything else about this gaudy place. car rolls slowly toward the curve in their driveway, gate gliding closed as he looks toward her with curiosity, "hm? yeah, i can stay up — don't worry about the meeting, my dad will probably talk the entire time." this is something much more important. it was just another meeting in which he'd be treated like furniture, so why should he sacrifice time with her for being dismissed? "but ramen? i mean do we even have that?" sliding out of the car his brows pinch as she struggles right herself. "hey hey just ... just wait a second." stepping around to her side his eyes dip to her bare feet, there's no fucking way she's walking barefoot outside. "okay i'm going to be a little blunt — you're still kinda fucked up and wearing no shoes, can i carry you to the front door? i don't want you hurting yourself." was it overstepping? marcus can't tell with the lines blurring between them and he finds it difficult to care when skye remains unsteady and leaning against his car.

The Killer Reserved Nine Seats (1974)

her  hand  slides  from  his  neck  to  gently  play  against  the  sharp  edge  of  his  jaw.  completely  drawn  in  by  him,  all  she  can  think  of  is  the  pull  her  lips  feel  towards  his.  a  short  moment  of  hesitation  lingers,  knowing  that  there's  no  going  back  from  this.  she  knows  that  when  she  jumps  off  this  cliff,  there  will  be  no  one  there  to  save  her.  yet  she  can  feel  the  gravity  pulling  at  her  when  she  falls  and  finally  presses  her  lips  softly  against  the  corner  of  his  mouth.  the  kiss  is  small  and  subtle,  crossing  the  wall  between  right  and  wrong.  she  doesn't  give  a  shit  as  long  as  he's  on  the  same  page.  she's  searching  for  the  reply  she  hopes  for,  looking  for  the  sign  to  where  she  can  continue  —  before  she  centers  her  face  in  front  of  his  and  kisses  him  like  she's  been  wanting  to  all  night.

"fuck ... jesus fuck i've never wanted someone like i need you, jeanny." hotly whispered against her plush lips, tongue sweeping a hot and urgent path across lushness of her bottom lip. can she feel his arousal? how his jeans strain against his cock as his neediness makes itself known, pushing against the dark confines of the outfit he wore to murder someone. "you're so fuckin' beautiful", praise pours from his mouth as he pulls back briefly to admire her, to appreciate the slight redness of her lips and the dilation of her pupils. "i know it's sick but i thought it the moment i saw you in that apartment, your fuckin' eyes ... they destroy me sweetheart." and he can't keep his mouth away from her own any longer, a sensual impatience to the way his tongue rolls and flicks against her sinfully soft lips.

god she can feel her pussy pulsing, creamy arousal slathering her folds as her flushed cheek remains against the sink, the sting of his fingers around her hair in this position makes her mouth water, the tension in her scalp a balm to the intense fear she felt when he got shot. "spit on it, trav. get it wet and ready."

she  follows  behind  ingrid  like  a  stray  puppy,  immediately  sliding  into  the  seat  opposite  of  her,  getting  a  clever  view  of  the  large  windows  that  line  the  front  end  of  the  quaint  shop.  her  knee  bounces  rapidly  and  paloma  takes  a  deep  breath  to  stave  away  the  nervousness  that  shrouds  her  mind.  “  thanks  for  this,  ”  she  feels  like  that’s  the  only  thing  she  can  do—thank  the  woman  for  how  polite  she’s  been  throughout  the  evening.  she  pops  the  root  beer  can  open  and  pours  it  into  the  glass,  watching  it  fizz  before  leaning  in  to  slurp  some  of  it  before  it  overflows  and  drips  down  the  side  of  the  cup.     “     so  you’re  from  around  here?  what  do  you  do?     ”     paloma  allows  herself  to  be  curious,  figuring  if  ingrid  was  going  to  stick  by  her  that  maybe  she  should  get  to  know  her  a  little  better.  a  little  hypocritical  on  her  part  considering  she’s  keeping  all  her  shit  close  to  her  chest,  but  small  talk  never  hurt  anyone…  right?  

maybe in a different setting they would be more relaxed? or maybe it would backfire and just draw them further into their shell — but ingrid was limited in her options, her town was too fucking tiny. taking a small sip of her drink she immediately decides it's too hot and places it back down, allowing p to get settled in the process. " yeah, born and raised in the literal middle of nowhere. i know i kinda talk shit about this place but it wasn't a bad place to grow up, just isolated i guess. " tearing a small chunk of donut she pops it into her mouth, chewing as she debates whether to be truthful or not. " i'm a journalist, work for the town paper ... well actually we've merged with the town a few miles south of here but same difference. " waving a hand dismissively she hopes that they won't clam up now she's admitted her profession. it wasn't like ingrid was going to write a story without letting her know, but opportunities like this came along once in a decade. " i went to college out of state, kinda hated it honestly and then came back after i got my degree — i've wanted to leave so many times but ... i dunno, something keeps me here. " focusing her gaze on the other woman she tries and fails to not study the way she's slurping her root beer. stay focused ingrid.

MIKA ABDALLA via Emily Cheng on Instagram

just  as  expected  —  she’s  not  dropping  it.  fine.  she’ll  allow  ingrid  to  take  her  to  the  library,  and  hopefully  she’ll  find  her  people  there  and  that’ll  be  the  end  of  that.  paloma  has  to  remain  optimistic,  despite  that  hollow  feeling  in  her  gut  telling  her  otherwise.  she  follows  after  the  woman,  eyes  nervously  darting  around  the  empty  streets  on  full  alert.  ingrid’s  smile,  while  a  little  tense,  does  quell  some  of  her  loneliness  and  she  mirrors  it  as  best  as  she  can.  they  enter  the  small  shop  and  it’s  warmer  in  here  than  it  is  outside,  probably  due  to  all  the  freshly  baked  sweet  treats  that  are  on  full  display  at  the  counter  by  the  register.  her  stomach  growls,  reminding  her  that  she  hasn’t  eaten  in  …  she  doesn’t  even  remember  the  last  time  she  had  a  proper  meal.  paloma  has  spent  the  last  three  days  worried  sick  over  her  dilemma.  anything  she  did  attempt  to  eat  would  just  come  right  back  up.  this  sudden  sickness  ended  up  being  her  cover  for  being  left  alone  in  a  place  where  they  were  constantly  under  surveillance.     “     i’ll  just  order  a  root beer…  and  a  raspberry  scone.     ”     she  orders,  stepping  back  as  ingrid  rings  off  her order.  

her momma always did say she was stubborn as a mule, it was only fair she live up to those expectations. besides, who with a conscience would leave this woman stranded in a town she didn't even know the name of? ingrid might not be overly nice but she wasn't pointlessly cruel either. entering the coffee shop her palm raises in a customary greeting to the guy who's working behind the counter, jake? josh? she's sure it begins with a j. despite having already eaten dinner she's already eying up the display of baked goods on offer, because hey maybe if she orders one then p will too? judging by the low pitched growl coming from the other's stomach ingrid hopes she doesn't need to be pushy and demand she eat something. " oh raspberry scone is a solid choice ... " femme mutters mostly to herself as she deliberates while josh/jake patiently waits. " okay i'll get a decaf americano and ... and a glazed donut, please. " with a satisfied nod ingrid taps her card against the reader before turning to survey the place — as predicted only one two seater table is occupied, the rest free for the taking. accepting the tray of drinks and sugary treats she weighs up where best to sit, more importantly where p would feel comfortable sitting. " alright let's go over here? " leading the way toward a small table at the back ingrid takes the seat facing the wall, giving them the opportunity to keep an eye on the windows.

MATTHEW BROOME Your Fault: London (2026)

there were ways in which his organization operated that fell into categories of faith and of business. noah believed he was the savior for many a-people in this community. the community that sought his guidance and wisdom out, and also paid a pretty penny in donations. for if you lived on the compound, devoting your life to noah bishop, what good is a house with a mortgage to you? if there was some jealousy between noah's cult and that of this woman's daddy's, he would be acutely aware, but not at all concerned. not when he had this precious thing seated on his lap, her pussy within his reach. "it might." he hums. his voice low and steady as he gently pulls her panties away. the fabric lays somewhere along her knees, threatening to fall. with her fully accessible to him, the man carefully stands her up from his thigh. his hands then start unbuckling his belt and jeans, fisting for his cock straining against the denim. he wants her to watch him. "i'm gonna fill ya up, real nice. and you better hope my seed takes, darling." noah beckons for her, pulling her back towards him until she's straddling his lap with his cock bobbing between them. "go ahead, put it in."

while edith's daddy has never touched her the way noah is, she's been privy to the fact that female members of their congregation often appear at their home, whisked away into her daddy's office to emerge red cheeked and breathless. this affirms to her that what noah is doing is normal — that his honesty about possible pain is something to be praised and appreciated. plain cotton slips down to her ankles as she stands, youthful cunt beginning to pulse as her gaze dips to the way he palms himself, to the bulge forming in his trousers. "it will", femme is quick to assure, kicking those panties away as she eases herself back onto his lap, his erect cock rubbing against her stomach as her slit drips with the knowledge of what's to come. "i'm fertile, sir. my daddy made sure", yet another routine outsiders may have thought strange but for edith it was normal — if she was going to be his only child she had to ensure the legacy continued. small palm reaches for his thick girth, a gentle gasp escaping at the heat and softness. "it definitely will hurt, you're big and i'm ... " a rueful giggle at the clear size difference as she eases onto her tip toes, hovering above his lap as she guides his dick toward her creamy entrance. back arches as she pushes his flared head against her hole, tingles rippling down her spine as she begins to lower herself. "o — oh ... mm it's ... " breath stalls as free hand searches for purchase on his shoulder, the burn of his dick splitting her in two fogging her brain.