I’m sitting on the floor, sitting against our bed while she’s lightly face fucking my mouth. My hair and makeup is all messed up and I’m looking up at her with my mouth wide open while her strap goes in and out of my mouth. She takes her strap fully out of my mouth and I’m sticking out my tongue slightly out of breath.

"mine." muttered against my skin. another bite. "all mine."

him on top of me, full weight pressing me into the mattress, hips already grinding slowly against mine. the friction making both of us groan.

"only me." he pulls back just enough to look at me, eyes dark, jaw tight. "you understand that? only i get to touch you like this."

"yes—" breathless. hips rolling up to meet his.

"say it." another bite, lower this time, right at my collarbone. "say it properly."

"only you." gripping his shoulders. "nobody else makes me feel like this."

that seems to satisfy something in him because he groans low and grinds harder, the movement getting more desperate, more needy despite him being the one in control.

he's possessive but he's also so soft underneath it, whining quietly against my ear every time i tug at his hair, every time i tell him how good he feels.

"need you so bad." he admits, voice cracking slightly. embarrassed by his own desperation but unable to stop. "i’ve been thinking about this all day."

"yeah?" stroking his back, feeling him shiver. "show me."

he does. grinding faster, biting another mark into my shoulder, hands gripping my hips so tight i know i'll be feeling it tomorrow. he likes that. likes knowing he'll leave proof everywhere.

"everyone's gonna see these." breathing hard against my neck. "gonna know exactly who you belong to."

"only you'd think of that."

"because it's true." another bite. softer this time, almost reverent. "you're mine. all mine. nobody else gets this. nobody else gets to make you feel good like i do."

he grinds down hard one more time, burying his face in my neck, completely undone by his own possessiveness, by how much he needs me, by how good it feels to finally let it show.

"all mine," he whispers again, like he needs to keep saying it to believe it.

his hand slides between us, fingers slipping into my pants without hesitation, like he's been thinking about doing this since the second he pinned me down.

"fuck—" he groans the moment he touches me, feeling how wet i already am. "already so wet for me."

two fingers pressing inside slowly, watching my face the whole time. the way i take them so easily has him groaning again, forehead dropping to my shoulder.

"you always take it so good." voice rough. "every single time."

he starts moving them slow, curling them just right, learning exactly what makes me gasp. another bite lands on my neck, distracted, like he can't help marking me while his fingers work inside me.

"can't get enough of you." he admits, breathless. "the way you feel. fuck."

his thumb finds my clit, rubbing slow circles while his fingers keep moving, the combination making my hips buck up against his hand.

"there you go." watching me fall apart under him. "that's it."

he speeds up, fingers curling deeper, thumb moving faster, completely focused on me now, like making me cum is the only thing that matters in the world.

"need to feel you cum on my fingers." he says it like a confession, like he's embarrassed by how badly he wants it but can't stop himself from saying it anyway. "need it so bad."

i grip his shoulders, hips moving to meet his hand, getting close fast from how worked up i already was.

"that's it, just like that—" he encourages, voice low and desperate. "you’re being such a good girl for me."

the praise tips me over and i come apart around his fingers, gripping him tight, gasping his name.

he doesn't stop until i'm done, working me through every moment of it, watching my face the whole time like he's memorizing it.

when i finally still, he pulls his fingers out slow, bringing them straight to his mouth, sucking them clean without breaking eye contact.

"fuck," he groans around his own fingers, eyes practically rolling back. "you taste so good."

he kisses me right after, deep and hungry, like he needs me to taste it too.

tease her as we get further into it, run my hands over the sensitive parts of her skin, purposefully shift so she feels me move inside of her, whisper the filthiest things in her ear while i sit there and watch her get needier and needier.

“look at you, all dumbed out on my cock, i haven’t even fucked you yet, baby”

“do you always get this wet when you’re filled up, princess?”