#sinisterstyle

The dim light of the room cast shadows that danced eerily on the walls, creating an atmosphere thick with tension and desire. Bill Skarsgård stood before you, clad in a fitted black suit that accentuated his tall, lean frame and gave him an air of undeniable authority. His sharp features were framed by his tousled hair, and his piercing gaze locked onto you, igniting a fire deep within.

“Come here, kitten,” he commanded, his voice smooth like velvet, sending shivers down your spine. 

You were instantly drawn to him, every part of your body responding to that sultry tone. As you approached, he took your hand, pulling you close until your bodies were mere inches apart. The intoxicating scent of his cologne mixed with the heat radiating from his body made your head spin with desire.

“Want you to sit on my lap,” he said, guiding you to the edge of a plush armchair. You obliged, straddling him, feeling the pressure grow between you as the fabric of his suit brushed against you. 

“Daddy wants to see you,” he murmured, his eyes darkening. “Show me what you’ve got.”

Your heart raced as you began to grind against him, relishing the way his hands gripped your hips, helping you move. The friction between your bodies ignited every nerve ending, a sweet, slow burn that left you craving more. 

“Such a good kitten,” he praised, a wicked smile playing on his lips. Bill leaned in, pressing hot kisses along your neck, nipping playfully at your skin. 

The sensation sent a jolt of need through your body. “Bill…” you gasped, unable to keep the need out of your voice. “Please…”

With a predatory gleam in his eye, he captured your lips with his, kissing you deeply. His tongue slid against yours, exploring as his hand moved down your thigh, inching dangerously close to where you ached for him. 

“I want to taste you,” he growled against your lips, his breath hot and heavy. 

Before you could respond, he effortlessly lifted you, placing you back against the chair. You watched, breathless, as he knelt before you, the hunger in his eyes making you quiver with anticipation.

“Spread your legs for Daddy,” he commanded softly.

You didn’t hesitate, parting your thighs, exposing yourself to him. Bill smirked, resting his hands on your thighs, his fingers teasing your skin. He leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over your core before he finally pressed his mouth against you.

The sensation was electric. His warm tongue flicked against your sensitive clit, sending waves of pleasure crashing over you. You gasped, fingers tangling in his hair, urging him on. 

He feasted on you, licking and sucking with an intensity that drove you wild. “You taste so sweet, kitten,” he murmured between licks, his eyes lifting to meet yours, filled with dark, primal hunger.

As he worked his magic on you, he slipped two of his fingers inside, curling them just right. You moaned loudly, feeling the pressure building, his fingers moving in perfect rhythm with the flicks of his tongue. Your body writhed beneath him, every ounce of your being focused on the exquisite pleasure he was giving you. 

Just when you thought you couldn’t take any more, he pulled back, licking his lips, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Not yet, kitten. I want to feel you come on my fingers.”

With a quickness that left you breathless, he continued to thrust his fingers deeper, his gaze locked onto yours, watching as you crumbled under his touch. You could feel that familiar tension tightening in your belly, pulling you closer to the edge.

“Let go for me,” he coaxed, his voice low and demanding. “Come for Daddy.”

With a cry of his name, your world exploded into a dizzying kaleidoscope of pleasure. You came hard, your body shaking as waves of ecstasy washed over you, leaving you gasping for breath.

He didn’t stop there, though. As you rode out your high, he continued to thrust his fingers inside you, coaxing every last drop of your pleasure until you were trembling and whimpering.

When he finally withdrew, your body was left tingling, a delicious haze clouding your mind. He rose to his feet, his eyes dark with lust as he hovered over you, the outline of his impressive erection straining against his suit.

“Now it’s time for Daddy to feel good,” he said, voice thick with desire.

Quickly, he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper, revealing himself. The sight of his impressive length made your mouth go dry. He was big—bigger than you expected—and you could feel a thrill of excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness.

“Are you ready, kitten?” he asked, voice low and dangerous.

You nodded, biting your lip as he positioned himself at your entrance, the tip resting against you. “Please, Bill…”

With one swift motion, he pushed inside, filling you completely. You gasped at the sensation, the stretch of him overwhelming in the best way possible. He paused for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size before he began to move.

He was relentless, thrusting deep and hard, each stroke sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. “You feel so good,” he growled, his breath hot against your ear. “You’re perfect, kitten.”

With every thrust, he claimed you more fiercely, the tension building between you until it felt like the world was just a blur of pleasure and sensation. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he drove deeper.

“Daddy, yes! Just like that,” you cried out, completely lost in the moment.

Bill responded by increasing his pace, his movements growing more intense, more primal. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mixing with the symphony of your moans and pants. It was intoxicating—every thrust, every kiss sent you spiraling closer to yet another peak.

“Let go for me, kitten. I want to feel you come around me,” he urged, his voice a sultry growl that only heightened your pleasure.

And just like that, you found yourself teetering on the edge again, your breath hitching as you felt the pressure build within you. With a final thrust, you came undone, your body contracting around him as pleasure washed over you once more.

“Fuck, yes!” he groaned, his pace becoming frenzied as he chased his own release. With a few more deep thrusts, he spilled inside you, filling you completely as he groaned your name. 

You both stayed locked together, bodies intertwined, breathing heavily in the afterglow of your wild encounter. Bill gently pulled out, his fingers tracing your cheek as he gazed into your eyes, a soft smile replacing the earlier intensity. 

“You did so well, kitten,” he whispered, leaning down to kiss your forehead tenderly.

“You’re amazing,” you replied, still wrapped up in the bliss of the moment. 

After a few moments, he pulled you close, resting your head against his chest as you wrapped your arms around him. He began to softly finger you again, sending aftershocks of pleasure coursing through your body, before the exhaustion began to creep in.