Angel

i want to be at his fucking feet. whining and begging for anything he will give me, but he just denies. i want him to keep teasing me, working me up until he knows damn well i cant take anymore. call me beautiful, call me disgusting, call me yours. just imagining when we live together and he gets home from wherever the fuck he was and once he shuts the front door i just immediately drop to my knees, tugging at his belt. i whimper and plead, but he just keeps denying. i wanna catch him sitting on our couch and i get ontop of him and rub myself against his thigh, then he holds my hips still and tells me to wait. god, i want all of him. every bit. and he knows it. want him to bite into my neck until blood pools in his mouth, dripping down his chin. because im his fucking mutt.