#svperscnic

chloe was in her packs territory, walking around playing with a flower she had picked off the ground. she was in her head a lot lately, she felt as though she was close to something that was pulling at her, but she couldn't explain it, she was following where she was being pulled without leaving the territory. chloe stopped when she noticed she was just over the line into another packs territory, her eyes opened wide when she realized it was someone from another pack. she looked around, seeing if something was close by and then her eyes landed on the male and she let out a small breath.

     ﹟    she  doesn't  show  a  reaction  to  the  mention  of  a  ring,  but  she  also  couldn't  help  but  think  maybe  you  should  give  it  to  me.  wonder  if  that  meant  it  was  coming  soon  and  then  he  mentioned  his  ex.  cue  the  eye  roll  and  deep  breath.  “  what  did  she  do  this  time?  tell  me  she  showed  up,  at  least.  ”

Megan was laying on her stomac, on the couch. Her arms spread on both sides of her body and her legs spread for the man behind her. She was kneeling and her ass was fully exposed.Johnny's hands were underneath her wings, holding her steady as he thrusted deep inside of her. Her moans encouraging him to thrust harder and faster. "You feel so good Megan. So perfect for me," he found himself saying. thankfully, the baxter building was empty except for the two of them. no one to barge on them. Although Johnny planned on continuing in the bedroom after that. Safer.

nice voice. he gives a breathless chuckle at his own thought, and the words that pass dom's lips. yeah, he had been, hadn't he? pretty spaced. he finds himself leaning into the touch, eyes remaining closed. fuck. that felt good. his hands trail behind him, taking dom's arms to pull him closer. and after a few more moments, he turns his head to the side, spying behind him to get a look at the stranger that had just made his night a million times better with a simple touch. "jackson." he introduces himself with a soft smile. "you gotta name, sweetheart?"

"So, ya look like ya might know here I'm supposed to be puttin' my boys. I'm Latty Rivers. I was hired a few weeks ago to start trainin' yer horses but no one told me which stall I'm supposed ta put mine in. Ya think ya might be able to help a lady out?"

"look at you, so eager to put that pretty mouth of yours to use." dick mused, pressing his thumb down against her tongue as she sucked on it, an appreciative hum leaving his lips. "maybe we should see just how much prettier it is wrapped around something larger, hm?"

"no," silas answered, unsure if that was right, or what she wanted. it wasn't bad, unless things being oversized and off-centered was inherently problematic. the shirt and its wearer seemed determined to confuse him, all soft bends, floating sleeve, and exposed shoulder. "i just thought you'd like one of your own things, and not…" he hesitated, unsure how to finish the sentence. "not something with my smell all over it," he landed on.

jackson is fucking lost to the world. dom is good at what he does; jackson had always gotten that vibe from the man. now he's seeing it - and feeling it - in practice. dom seems to know exactly how to coax every shudder, every whimper from jackson's lips - like he's been mapping him out for years. he hasn't subbed like this for a long time - and he's glad that he's entrusted this experience to dom. every nerve in jackson's body is on fire, his cock aching as dom's touch (god, those hands, those arms), hold him in place. "-fuck." he whispers, as dom fills him, every slow thrust driving him deeper into a haze of pleasure. Jackson's hands clutch at dom's sides, fingers digging into his skin - finding an anchor for himself. he's a mess, consumed by the way dom owns every inch of him - and his mind is blank except for the burning need to let go, and to be broken apart right here, right now. "please-" he's not even sure what he's begging for, just that he needs it, needs dom with every part of his being.