Mae Von Stein

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“Ah, so. Let me get this straight. I get picked up into the air out of nowhere, get my ass slapped raw, and then my ‘reward’ is getting you off?

“Zig,” she sobbed, nuzzling her face into his neck to hide her ugly-cry face. “Feels... Oh, God, don’t stop, baby...!” Don’t stop moving, don’t stop loving me. Don’t stop being mine. She felt dizzy, somehow outside of herself and intensely present. “I love you,” she exhaled, and those words programmed themselves in her tongue as her only utterances. “I love you, love you, love you...” And if you keep this up, you’re gonna make me cum all over that perfect cock! Fuck!

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“Ah, so. Let me get this straight. I get picked up into the air out of nowhere, get my ass slapped raw, and then my ‘reward’ is getting you off?

Her hands let go of him, opened the cuffs with a couple of clicks, pulled him up into a sitting position with his cock still inside her, still hard (out of pure shock, he thought later) and his balls beginning to ache already from the sudden dump of energy.

There was no time to repeat himself, have her repeat herself back to him. He kissed her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her against him. He could smell her skin, feel her soft hair brushing against his shoulder, head her breath grow ragged every time they broke apart for air. “I love you, Mae…” he managed to sputter before their mouths covered each other again. His balls sent a flare of dull pain through his groin; in response, he lay back with Mae flush against him, rolling them over so that she lay beneath him, head on the pillows where he’d been trapped just a few seconds ago, in another life. His hand cupped her jaw. He adjusted himself so he lay between her legs, just teasing her entrance with his slick cock, her legs hooked over his hips, and there he waited.

The weight of him, especially once he turned the both of them so he was above her, felt almost comforting. No, it felt like home and she couldn’t help but reach up and cradle his face in her hands. “I love you, Ziggy.” She could finally speak, even though the tease of his cock head at her slit made her toes curl. “I love you, so much. Always will.” She wanted to say ‘always have’, but that wasn’t entirely true. Her love for him grew slowly, only realized itself perhaps within the last three. But still, she’d held to that feeling in silence, waited. She would have waited until the sun burnt out if it meant he’d eventually be ready. And now, here they were, the living realization of her most deep-set dream.

But now her core was beginning to ache, clench around nothing in the absence of the fullness Axel provided. Hazel eyes met his green ones, soft and wanting. She almost felt… small, and her next question came out in a wobbling coo. “… Make love to me?”

She loved him too.

“….” His lips parted, air left his lungs, but no words came. Make love to me…

Her words repeated in his empty head. Just keep your dumb mouth shut for once in your life, his mind hissed, before you screw this up.

So without a word, he simply pushed into Mae’s entrance, slowly, feeling the stretch and the softness, coming to rest inside her up to his hilt. We fit.

He was about to say that, but stopped himself. He couldn’t speak in that moment, anything he said would be wrong, would break this spell somehow. Instead, he pressed his lips shut against hers, opened them and tasted her. He gave one long single thrust, shifting his lips to her neck, her throat. With another thrust he fastened his mouth to one nipple, her breast cupped in his oversized hand.

Mae…oh fuck… He thought his reactions to her warmth as he thrust into her again and again. She seemed to be holding him extra tight, inside and out, not letting him go. He moaned into her breast, nuzzling it’s softness. “Mmm…dont…don’t let me go…”

🍴 : your muse making mine a breakfast 

🍴 : your muse making mine a breakfast 

I assumed you meant henry pearl but if you meant deaver I CAN GO THERE TOO-

God. Go with me for a second.

Both. Why not both. On the one hand, you've got Mickey hitting it from behind, eager grip on your hips rough enough to blossom bruises, the throbbing between your legs a mixture of Mickey's cockhead slamming against you and the pleasure that turns you into putty from it. His foot is planted firmly to the seats of your car, causing a rocking sway against the squeaking shock absorbers. He sounds absolutely gorgeous, little gasps and whimpers slipping past pouty lips. He's rough, uncoordinated, and yet still more than enough to effectively render you a drooling, babbling mush. Your clit pulsates in tandem with his thrusts, making little, forced noises bubble from you. Slick from your heavy arousal slides down your quvering thighs, making you feel so delightfully filthy.

On the other hand, you've got Henry, palming himself through his boxers. He's still so shy around you, especially with the playfull puppy Mickey, and it's so endearing to you, your heart flitters around as your stomach flips. One of hs knees is bent and perched on the seat, his manhood a mere few inhes from your face. You can practically taste him, his addicting taste and his wanton moans from prior sessions ring around your head like the faint call of an angel.

Teasingly, You look up at him through your lashes and part your lips gently, tongue bobbing with each force of Mickey's hips. Henry's breath hitches before slowly easing his breifs down his thick thighs, and as his girthy manhood taunts you, you let him take his time, knowing better than to rush and force your mouth around him.

"Come on Henry," Mickey pants, gathering a fistful of your ass in his hands, using the muscle as a form of reigns on your hips. "Wanna see you... fuck, wanna watch our girl make you feel good." His cock twitches inside of you, and when you shut your eyes to fight a whimper from the delicious foreign feeling, the fly back open immediately to Henry, tapping the head of his dick on your expecting lips.

"Patience, Mickey" Henry purrs, the salty taste of precum on your lips making you mewl. "Just looks so pretty getting all this attention... could look at it for hours." He smirks playfully, "Come on then Mickey, we gotta make our kitten purr."

"With pleasure," Mickey croons, using both of his massive hands to smack your ass.