Eddie calling you a good pet
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the way I just giggled to myself like a gossiping cheerleader that just slept with the hottest guy in school.
he definitely would.
one hand wrapped firmly around the underneath of your chin, head tilted upwards as he stares down at you intensely. thumb digging into the space between your jaw bone and teeth structure, eyes shining with a glint of mischief, while a lazy smile pulls at his lips. of course, he'll take a second to admire you - but then, the words of praise spill out.
β my good little pet, aren't you? β he'd mutter, just loud enough for you to hear, voice filled with a cold undertone that could give anyone chills; using his other hand to gently pet your head - right before taking a fist full of your hair to yank your mouth right back down to his cock.
it'd be marvelous.










