i dream of you in colors that don’t exist

You aren’t even sure how long it’s been, now.

Your bare back pressed against the silky white sheets, legs spread apart and shaking, it was all too hazy to pin point exactly how many times you’ve come. The only thing you could register was the way his hands pinned your hips down, all whilst his hot and split covered tongue lapped at your greedy cunt.

You writhed and moaned, pleasure all consuming as you clawed at the once neatly made bedsheets and moved down to grab hold of his beautiful brown hair.

Jack chucked darkly as your perfectly manicured fingernails found and dug their way into his slick back hair, the once neatly combed work now a mess. Not that he minded, of course. Jack loved to see the result of your passion filled nights, this was your own artwork. The mess you left behind as he crumbled your entire being just with his deliciously lush mouth.

It seemed that neither of you seemed to care that you were suppose to be at your friends house for dinner, the plans for your day changing the second he got home from work and saw you in that tight little dress of yours. Both of your hunger and cravings resided elsewhere tonight, as he let himself feast.

His own desire had outweighed yours greatly, his thirst for you was just unrelenting as he ate your sweet pussy like dessert. Normally you’d chide him for spoiling his dinner, but this was an occasion you’d by no means ruin by playing the dutiful housekeeper.

It wasn’t like you could if you wanted to, anyways. You were practically unintelligible as you lay there, hair in a halo on the pillows, your mouth hung open in constant whimpering and swearing, each slip of your tongue earning a playful and teasing slap from him.

Jack couldn’t take his eyes off you as he sucked and nipped at your sensitive clit, the way your eyes rolled back and your body twitched was intoxicating. With each spasm and jolt, your hips grinding into his face and your tits bounding, only spurred him on more as he slipper his muscled hands from underneath your ass and squeezed your plumpness with all his might.

He didn’t care if he left bruises on your soft and tender skin, hell he hoped for their to be patches of blue painted on you. The metal of his rings creating their own special indents on the skin.