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You’re sitting in his lap while he fucks up into you with those unrelenting thigh muscles, holding you by the nape in one hand and playing with your little dick with the other.

Your hips stutter and you breathe out a moan as he sucks harder on your neck, drawing more blood from you, needing more. You grind blissfully against him, tugging at his hair.

The more he takes from you, the harder he fucks you, the more you feel yourself drenching his thighs, the sheets. Delirious and panting and moaning as things start to get warm and fuzzy around the edges.

He stops drinking from you only when he starts to feel your body slacken in his hands. He faces you with a blood stained mouth and black eyes. You blink dazedly as his face starts to go fuzzy, darkness invading the corners of your vision. He looks so perfect.

“Poor thing,” he murmurs, cradling your face in his hands. “I took too much.”

The next thing you know you are blinking into consciousness, fuzzy and dazed as a wave of pleasure crashes over you, a warm tongue tasting you, sucking on you. You choke out a moan, your thighs twitching as he holds them apart, humming against your pussy.

“That’s it pet, lay there and relax.” He cooes, as if you had another choice.

Your eyes flutter shut again as you melt into his mouth, his touch. When you feel a sharp nip and a pinch at your thigh, and his mouth close around the wound, you can only moan.

“I’ll be careful this time,” he promises against your thigh. “If you only knew how sweet you taste.” His voice has that primal edge it gets when he’s been drinking from you.

“Take it, it’s yours,” You manage to get out through heavy lips.

He smiles up at you, starting to rub slow circles on your swollen clit. As you whimper and grind weakly up into his hand he laughs softly.

cinematic women + smoking

knowing whilst she’d been drinking her mind would’ve been fixated on the way i’d manhandle her when she got home. shoving her against the nearest wall, lifting her to the nearest counter, trapping her whilst i asked how her night was.

licking and biting over the marks id left on her last night, the ones that barely poke out of her adorable little christmas jumper that i made sure would be slightly visible if anyone were to actually look that little bit too closely.