Let me become your obsession

-

Evelyn is panting, knees spread wide, warm tongue out and waiting as she too pushes her chest out. Her skirt sits bundled up at her waist. She sits in a perfectly pet-like and submissive pose, fully exposed for him. If nothing else, she is well trained. The need to please him is so strong it seems to override everything else, to be his good girl. Fuck, it makes her knees weak. She may be embarrassed or ashamed of it, but Jaxon praises her for it and the girl eats it up as if she’s famished.

Vigorously she nods her head, allowing him to taunt her further. It only makes her pussy flutter in anticipation for what is to come. She watches eagerly as he touches himself, eyes dilated.  Another little whimper escapes her the moment she gets her first taste. She takes him in her mouth, cheeks hollowing and head bobbing as she works to take as much of his length as she can. She knows full well she would do anything for him. Another moan rattled deep, causing a vibration along the throbbing cock invading her mouth. Evelyn kept her eyes locked upon his face. She would remember every look of pleasure that flickered across his devilish features. It only served to further arouse her, pleasing him.

Her pretty eyes water as he becomes more forceful, gagging as he shoves his girth all in at once. Then her air supply is stolen away and the sound of her slurping struggle fills the room. She simply wants to show him all the filthy things her pretty, eager mouth can do.

Jax would never admit it out loud, but he was obsessed with his little pet. The petite girl had beocome the crime lord’s most valued possession. She was ruthless and savage when the man commanded her to be. Executing his orders with total efficiency and effectiveness. Evelyn, when in her wolf-form, was truly a nightmare to behold. With supernatural abilities that never failed to dispatch whatever opposition crossed Jaxon’s path, and in the most violent manner. She was his greatest weapon, striking terror into the hearts of his enemies. And as if that wasn’t enough to ingratiate the werewolf to him, Evelyn’s human form was just as breathtaking as her monster. 

She was beautiful. A type of beauty that one couldn’t help but associate with innocence. An innoncence that the man took great pleasure in debasing with his perversions. And Evelyn was his. Both beauty and beast belonged to the crime lord. The thought itself had his cock throbbing. Knowing that the mighty force that was beyond anyone else’s control bent to his every order. Like the well-trained bitch she was. 

In regular circumstances, Jaxon’s laugh would make Evelyn’s skin craw. It still does, but in a different sort of way. Her heart sinks at the condescending, sickeningly sweet tone of his, and yet her thighs clinch and her pussy throbs. For a moment she allows him to lull her into a false sense of security, as if maybe he truly does care about her and her suffering. No, he enjoys it far too much. His hard cock pressing eagerly against her abdomen was enough to tell her that. For a moment its all her mind will allow her to focus on, and the relief she would feel once it breached her dripping walls. She shivers against his soft caress, back arching and grinding her hips against his hand. Evelyn wanted him to know just how fucking wet she was, as if it could make any sort of difference. 

The werewolf all but growls at his words, eyes fixed upon him in a gold and heated glare of utter frustration. There was a glimpse the girl who hated him in those depths, hidden beneath a lustful fog. Fuck - does he not realize his pet could go elsewhere? But something deep down tells her she could allow a whole pack of alphas to have their way with her - and yet, unsatisfied, she would still come crawling back to him. She whimpers at the very thought as she slides off his lap and on to her knees. Good, loyal pets do not have seething tempers. She can play the part, after all - his words may be harsh, but they are far from untrue.  

She settles between his legs, her own tightly clinched as if it could subdue the ache. Shaky hands slide up his legs as she catches sight of the wet spot she’s left upon his jeans and her cheeks flare up with heat once again. Was she sorry? Not in the slightest. She pulls his cock from the constraints of his jeans and at the very sight of it she squirms. Her mouth waters, and her thighs are slick with more arousal. “Can I taste it, please, please, please…?” She knows to ask first as she opens her mouth to show him her pretty, wet tongue.  It is very obvious Evelyn is working hard to hold herself back from simply taking what she so desperately needs.

-

The small flash of defiance that crossed her eyes was met with unwavering arrogance brought on by the certainty that Evelyn could hate it and attempt to fight it all she wanted, but there was jack shit she could do to resist him. She belonged to him, in every sense of the word. And the utter delight of that fact had him chuckling in response to the supernatural glow of her eyes that quickly faded out, replaced once more by lovely desperation that glazed over her eyes. “That’s a good girl.” He said, knowing full well that a little praise never failed to bring a fresh spill of arousal from the needy little thing whimpering at his feet. 

“You’re starving for it aren’t you, darlin’? He taunted as he grabbed himself in hand, an pumped a few times right before her pretty face to build the anticipation before bringing the tip of his hardened cock to the eagerly offered tongue. He rubbed the throbbing head of his manhood along her pink and slick muscle, giving her the taste she’d been begging for before grabbing her by the hair at the back of her head as he proceeded to feed her a substantial amouth of his length. “That’s it, pet. Just like that --you look so pretty with a cock in your mouth. Probably why you love sucking dick so much.” Jaxon carried on making fun her, loving how wet it got her despite how much she loathed it. 

“Show me how bad you want me to fuck your tight little pussy.” The male commanded while his thumb and index finger pinched her nose closed, cutting off air supply as he pulled her forward to force her into taking his full length down her throat. A pleasure filled groan escaped him when he felt her windpipe muscles working desperately around his cock in response to the invasion. 

Jaxon was no simple man, he was a devil - one Evelyn loathed, but ached for all the same. It was utterly humiliating, the way her body always responded so readily to him. The man could probably snap his fingers and there would be a dripping mess between her thighs. But in this moment, her dignity and shame could not be found as she greedily sought any ounce of relief laying there across his lap. Her heat made her crazy, and so fucking needy she hardly recognized her own voice and the sounds escaping past her parted lips with every crumb of attention he gave her. She simply moans in response to that humiliating tone, hips pressing against his intruding fingers as they finally filled her. 

He was eating this up, she could tell. He gets off on the control, his claim over her. That collar around her neck makes her his. Or is it more than that, now? She dare not speak the intruding thought, but no one else could possibly compare when even the wolf craved him now. A man whose throat she could tear out as simply as breathing. And Evelyn likes to think she would, given the opertunity.

The cold metal against her heated skin makes her hips jerk at the sudden sensation and her heart pounds away in her chest. She lifts her head to glance up at him, cheeks flushed and green eyes clouded with lust. Those eyes widened with every push, demanding slowly that her body relax for him. And it does, it fucking does. He hardly has to utter the command before she is indeed a whimpering little bitch. “Please, Jaxon, it hurts.” She’s not referring to the plug, but the inferno in her womb, that insatiable need to be filled, to submit.

-

The male laughed mockingly at Evelyn’s pitiful cries. The desperate sounds that spilled past her pouty lips sent a stab of desire through him. His cock grew to full length, pressing against her belly as the petite woman writhed helplessly while he continued to stretch her tight hole; beginning to slowly fuck her ass with the plug. And as he did, his other hand smoothing down her spine and reached around her until his fingers found her clit while their gazes locked. Her pretty eyes unfocused and glazed over with lust. She was such a lovely creature.

 "Oh, pet,” he said condescendingly as he rubbed calloused digits over her swollen clit in a torturous slow circle. “It’s gonna keep on hurtin’ for a bit longer ‘cause now it’s time to have some fun with that pretty little mouth of yours.” Jaxon said before pushing in deeper and finally forcing the toy fully inside her. “Now go on --get down on your knees and suck my dick like the obedient, cock-hungry slut you are.” He taunted as an arrogant smirk crossed over his face. “Imma make it all better after.” He promised in a mockingly tender tone as he urged her off his lap and began to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his pants. 

Jax had her sprawled face down across his lap. Her skirt was bunched up around her waist and panties were pulled down to her ankles, exposing her bare ass which was now a lovely shade of red. His hand prints all over her pale flesh. “Look at you,” he said gruffly, though there was a tone of cruel amusement in his voice as his hand went between her legs and slipped two fingers deep into the slick wetness he found. Evelyn’s arousal spilling down her thighs, having saturated Jax’s slacks and leaving a wet spot on the fabric. “Tsk, tsk. Barely even started and you’re already a sopping mess.” he chided her while replacing his fingers with a metal, heart shaped anal plug. A pink jewel adorning the base. Tis the season and all that. “Such a filthy little thing, getting wet from a spanking.” The man slid the metal along the werewolf’s slit, gathering her wetness before aligning the tip with tight opening, and working the plug in slow circles, forcing it past the tight ring of muscle that could only yield to Jax’s ministrations. “Guess you can’t help it when you’re in heat, huh?” His enjoyment was evident in his tone as each push claimed more and more of her tight passage. It was so exhilarating, having such a powerful being --who could easily rip out his throat-- submit to him. Evelyn was absolutely and utterly under his control. The magic-imbued collar wrapped around her pretty neck making sure of that. “Now be a good little bitch, and whine for me.” 

-

Willow was so used to saying and doing as she pleased that harshness came far too easily. After all, no one dared sass her back without fear of consequence. So when her words were met with sarcasm, they pushed an amused little laugh from her throat. She enjoyed a challenge. And here she had assumed he would simply bare his teeth and growl at her. Instead the sound of a strong heart beats calmly within his chest. How boring. 

This arrangement was clearly not ideal for either party involved, but between the two of them he was actually trying to accept the cards he had been dealt. Except they were playing two different games - and the princess was actually the queen on this chess board. 

“Do you promise?” She raises her own questioning brow at him, but continues to keep her distance. Werewolf packs and dynamics are a whole foreign concept to her. “Yours.” She says the word as if she’s testing it within her mouth. Does she like it? The lack of time for her to adjust to this change is the true problem here. Two weeks, they had two weeks.  His words play around in her mind. The red head is used to being protected - guarded 24/7 as if she can not properly protect herself. She was simply something pretty to covet and possess. 

“Shall we test the steel of your declaration now?” She coos, clearly scheming. Many of her guards had been put to an eternal rest for far less. Some, for her own doing. What harm could come from a little test? Willow turns from her betrothed, and in a flash of vampiric speed she is balancing upon the balcony’s ledge, eyes gleaming in the moonlight. “What if I were to….” The potential fall wouldn’t kill her - it would hurt, but it wouldn’t kill her. The thrill of the unknown and the thought of her fathers anger drove her on. “Fall? Or - ran away.” She shrugs narrow shoulders as she stands poised, peering down at him like a snake. “Would you come find me then? I’m no ones property to own.” She would one day rule over her coven.

-

Yours. Something deep inside the alpha stirred when the female uttered the word. Though it was defiant and spoken in a derisive tone, the effect of having Willow refer to herself as Adam’s was undeniable. There were worst fates than to be wedded to such a bewitching creature.

Though she seemed to be as stubborn as she was beautiful. A challenging fire flared in her dark eyes --her tone coy, almost playful as she questioned his trueness, and before Adam could take his next breath the red-head was perched on the ledge; ready to jump.

Adam reacted impulsively then. Without a second thought the werewolf’s eyes glowed an electric blue, and issuing a deep growl that reverberated in his chest, he swiftly closed the distance between them.

“Must you be so childish?” There was a touch of exasperation in his tone as the difference in size between them became noticeable with the close proximity. His fingers closing easily around her smaller wrist, clasping it in an firm grip as cobalt eyes bore into hers.

“Don’t you care about your people?” He asked pointedly, not making a move to bring her down from her precarious position, but holding her securely. “Would you run away and turn your back on them?”

Willow was meant to be more than a pawn in a political game of power among the waring factions; she knew it in her bones. The princess has been reduced to even less - a test subject. After the forced polite edicate - she had left the treaty room, a beautiful storm of red and silk. With no prior warning, the high born pure blood felt utterly disrespected and she would have none of it. It made her fangs ache to shred and feed.  

When her bitterly betrothed found her at the farthest end of the mansion standing upon a balcony, she turned to face him coolly. Raising her hand, she gestured away her guard who flashed her a look of concern before finally doing as told. Once alone, she speaks. “Because I am.” Her hard gaze softens and those striking honey hues rake appealingly over the wolf’s broad form. “Or should I leave again so your silly dog brain gets the picture? I’ve heard your kind needs proper training."  There is a definite air of teasing to her tone as a smile spreads across her lips, exposing sharp fangs. 

The princess is all spoiled bite, but it isn’t Adam she is mad at. - Her father was trading her off like common livestock for the sake of a false truce. It did not matter what they did, their respected species would war long after neither walked the earth.

"What is there to know? We are more likely to slaughter one another than share common ground for longer than an evening.”

-

Adam met the royal guard’s glare head-on. A steely look took over the werewolf’s face until the eye-contact was broken by the princess’ protector, who finally averted his gaze and with a clenched-jaw did as commanded. Leaving both royals alone in the balcony.

The piercing blue eyes lost their sharpness once he turned his attention back to the red-haired vampire whose beauty couldn’t be denied.

“And here I’ve been hearing nothing but good and respectable things about your kind.” The man said sarcastically, raising a single eyebrow in the princess’ direction. It’s not like he hadn’t heard the mutt jokes hurled by her kind before. It was usually met with the wolf’s ire; his short temper not giving much room for being made fun of. But the male was actively trying to be patient with the princess. Who seemed intent on provoking him.

The smile Willow gave him was equally parts attractive and dangerous. Her red lips curving up to reveal a sharp pair of fangs that Adam knew could tear into a man’s throat. Yet the wolf wasn’t intimidated. 

“If you are to be mine, then no harm will fall upon you. Not by my hand or anyone else’s.” For a werewolf, the pack and their mate’s well-being took priority over all else. And whether they had chosen it or not, Willow was to become Adam’s bride.

“Why do I get the impression you’re avoiding me, your highness.” Adam asked the red-haired female once he finally tracked her down. The vampire princess had promptly stormed out of the room after they’d been introduced. Although it hadn’t been much of an introduction as much as an ambush. Adam’s father had at least given him the courtesy of warning him what the meeting with the royal vampire family was truly about. But it seemed the same courtesy had not been extended to the princess. Her reaction, while a bit childish, was understandable. She had been blindsided by the announcement of their arranged marriage. But what was at stake was much greater than how himself or Willow felt about the situation. 

“If we’re to be married, we should try and get to know each other.” Not like they were being given a lot of time, the wedding was scheduled in two weeks. Right before the next full moon. 

She wasn’t sure what it was about the way his voice going DEEP when he got jealous like this; but it always sent tingles down her spine. She pursed her lips together, watching Noah’s eyes for a few moments before she shook her head. “It’s NOT going to happen again this time, Noah,” she mumbled in response, biting on her lower lip. She’d told him the SAME THING over and over for the past few months and she just couldn’t find it in her to QUIT HIM. “We can’t keep doing this,” she pressed a hand to his chest, trying to earn some sort of DISTANCE between them. “You know we have to stop sooner or later.”

“You keep saying that, and yet-” The lady doth protest too much. “You could’ve easily done this over text.” He pointed out, his hands closing around her waist as he drew her closer. “But we both know this is exactly where you want to be.” It’s where she belonged, in his arms not someone else’s. “You can try all you want, but we both know he’ll never make you feel the way I do.” A scoff escaped his lips in response to her attempt to keep him away by placing a hand against his chest. As if that would deter him. Instead it only heightened that always-present current of electricity that ran between them. “No one can.” A fact that rang true on his end as well. He could try and chase away the taste of her lips with others, but at the end of the day, it was always Gwen who he found himself yearning for. 

♡

Oh, how she wanted to eat him right up. The flush of his face, the irregular rise and fall of his chest, that eager honesty which spilled from his lips—it all flowed directly through to her core, feeding the flames that burned there, and blazed all prior inhibitions to ash and dust. It was carnal the way that she looked at him then, so red-faced and ravenous and rapt with want.

Slowly, she’d lowered herself back down to him with a small shake of her head. “Mm-mm,” she hummed before rubbing their noses together, a trace of her smile still present on her lips. “I like you too much to wanna stop, Alf.” Then, before he could even think to respond, Daphne laid claim to his mouth with a wolfish kiss. She didn’t want his words then, no—what she wanted was greater: his tongue, his taste, his breaths. She licked into his open mouth with a moan, her lewd outcry punctuated by a slow roll of her hips.

All she’d wanted was permission, a clear declaration that he wanted this with a fury that matched her own. Now that she had it, Daphne felt drunk with it, driven by it in a way that she was powerless to withhold.

Wanting more, more, more, Daphne tore her lips away only to reconnect them elsewhere, peppering the cut of his jaw with pillowy, wet kisses until she reached his ear, where she would then whisper: “I like making you tremble.” Only, she wasn’t yet finished, was she? Bracing her arms near either side of his head, she leaned down to lick a stripe up the side of his neck and rolled her hips again, this time harder than the last. “And I really like making you hard.” When she moved to face him again, it seemed that her doe eyes had turned dark, teasing. “I wonder what else I could make you do, hm?”

-

Her eyes were hypnotic. And it’s not like Alfie was in a hurry to move --he wouldn’t dare, not while she was on top of him the way she was, with long, shapely legs wrapped around his midsection and manicured hands planted on his chest as she gazed down at him-- but he found himself mesmerized by the look in her darkened eyes that stared so intently into his own. That ravenous gleam sent a rather pleasant shiver down his spine, and straight into his manhood. 

The male couldn’t help the smile that grew across his face when she leaned in closer, and the tip of her nose brushed his in a tender display of affection. He wanted to tell her that it was very much mutual, how he liked her too, but Daphne didn’t really give him a chance to before her soft lips descended upon him and his mouth was put to better use. 

She kissed him hungrily, demanding his response which she readily received as he matched her fervor. His hands found her hips right as she rolled them again, and the exquisite friction against his hardening cock had him groaning into the kiss. 

“Daphne,” he moaned huskily, unable to help himself when he felt her lips against his skin, hot and searching, and if Alfie hadn't been hard for her before, he certainly was now that she ground her hips against him once more while whispering hotly against the sensitive flesh of his neck. Her tongue searing, and all he wanted to do in that moment was burn. “Anything,” he said, earnestly. Because the red-haired girl really could get him to do whatever she wanted in that moment so as long as it meant he could keep on kissing her. Touching her. And it was his turn to silence her as he surged forward and captured her lips once more. He found himself starved for her, and the way he kissed her showed it; his hands roaming over her feminine curves with impatience, pulling her impossibly closer to him.

-

With the way the snow muffled the noises of the outside world, it only amplified the loud smacking of his swollen balls slapping against the back of her thighs and ass. Each pant, each groan and hiss, was brought up another ten levels until her feverish head was filled with the sounds of him fucking her. Cherry’s raw throat vibrated with her whimpered moans of his name, uttered again and again like she was reciting her prayers. The eyes that met his when he pulled her back by all of her flaming curls were wide and wet, lower lip caught between blunt teeth as she struggled to fill her burning lungs with oxygen. The validation was what kept her going through the strain, a sheen of sweat building over her glistening body as she desperately tried to give back just as much as he was giving her.

“Ohh — fuuuck!” Her lips pursed as she hissed out the uncharacteristic curse yet again, body vibrating the moment her uncle’s fingers began to work her clit. The strained walls of her cunt spasmed around his cock from the sensation, body instinctively bouncing in a way that had him nearly battering her cervix. This was torture, absolute fucking torture! And yet, she was begging and pleading for it like some wanton little slut. She was willing to give him everything in that moment, willing to take anything that he had but then… “I’m not  — ah!  — You can’t, Uncle Luka!” She struggled to meet his gaze, breasts heavily bouncing with each harsh thrust of his cock into her weeping cunt. Cherry knew she had to at least say it, but her brain was melting from the heady combination of pleasure and pain. “I’m not on - not on the pill!” She’d never had a reason for it and now it was too late. Her protest was half-hearted at best and they both knew that she wasn’t in a position to stop him even if she really wanted to try.

-

Jesus fucking Christ! She was tight. And the way she kept writhing around, her slick velvet heat squeezing his plundering cock as he pounded into her cunt from behind. The sight alone enough to have a small spurt of precum escape him. “Shit --darling, you look so fucking pretty taking my cock like that.” He certainly was putting her body through the wringer, and not only was she rising to the occasion, but she was exceeding expectations. “Cherry,” he growled warningly at her objections. His hand released her hair only to come down hard across her ass for her troubles. “If I tell you I’m gonna cum inside you then there’s jack-shit you can do ‘bout it but be a good little slut and take every last drop.” Not without consequences at least, a lesson he had to teach. But that was for another time, because at the moment he had another task at hand. Like focusing on the perverse enjoyment he got out of her panicking at the thought of him fucking her without a condom while she wasn’t on the pill. And the risk being taken if he was to spill his seed inside of her young, fertile womb. 

open starter ::: anastasia krasnikova

open to ::: open to m, give me like, exes on bad terms that still have insane sexual chemistry

scenario ::: anastasia threw a house party, somehow your muse got invited, she just stumbled into a bedroom to find your muse making out with someone, who flees the second she sees anastasia, leaving them alone

Anastasia took a moment to analyse the situation, eyes narrowed studiously, her brow cocked up as the girl fled the room. It was probably for the best, Anastasia got angry quickly. She walked a little further into the room, setting her drink down, in throwing distance at least should she need to pick it up again. “Wow..” She started, a grin, the kind of grin that instilled fear, spread onto her face and she couldn’t help but give a laugh. “That’s really fucking classy. You weren’t even invited—“ The blonde started, head reeling as she tried to think about who would have invited him. In all honesty the party had gotten a bit out of hand, she didn’t even know who that girl was. “Doesn’t she know how small your dick is? You should really forewarn girls before they end up oh, I don’t know, like, dating you for a few years of nothing but inadequate sex…” Her head tilted as she smiled smugly toward the other. “Hypothetically.”

-

For a moment, Andrew thought he was gonna have to actually go through with it and fuck the girl whose name he couldn’t bother remember. She Her name was of no importance seeing how he only chose her to put his plan in motion. The plan being to crash his ex-girlfriend’s party and take a pretty little thing upstairs so he could be caught by Anastasia. He had even chosen her own bedroom for crying out loud! But as always, his ex had taken her sweet time. “What’s with the hostility, baby? I thought it was a party.” An insufferably arrogant smile accompanied his statement as he rolled onto his back, getting comfortable on her pillows now that it was just the two of them, he then crossed his arms behind his head. The jock was satisfied with the knowledge that no matter what happened tonight, or even if she chose to bring someone else into her bed, she would be able to smell him & nameless girl on her bedding. “I was a little hurt at first,” he said at the mention of his lack of invitation, he even nodded in mock sadness before his grin was back.  "But we both know a party isn’t really a party until I make an appearance, so I decided to let bygones be bygones and throw you a bone. See, I’m a good person like that.” Her dig at his manhood only brought forth a laughter from the male. “Now, now, babe. You shouldn’t tell lies.” The red-head was clearly having way too much fun with their conversation. “Small and inadequate? Tsk-tsk.” 

-

She whimpered and moaned, overwhelmed by the way that he just kept teasing her! Cherry was a panting, pleading mess of a girl and there was still so much more for her discover that night that the idea had her giddy and anxious. “Oh  — oh God!” Her back arched, spine impossibly rigid at the first feel of her uncle’s cock pushing into her uncharted cunt. He wasn’t going to fit, there was no way that he was going to be able to fit all of that inside of her! Not that it stopped her from jutting up her pert little ass or painfully extending out the leg that wasn’t trapped in the seat just to help him try. Her blue-green eyes rolled behind her lashes as she struggled to take him, each taunting word only further emphasizing to the girl that she wasn’t nearly as pristine or as demure as she’d been raised to be.

“Please! Please  —  fuck! Fuck! Oh my god!” Her throat was raw from the way that she screamed for him when the cop finally forced himself into her vice-like hole. Even with how incredibly wet she was, it still hurt and tears prickled around the rims of her eyes as she struggled to keep some level of composure when all she could feel or think about was how thick and full he felt inside her contracting walls. Cherry clawed at the side of the seat, surprised at herself and the way that she was practically purring from the strain that he was putting on her body. It had never even crossed her mind before that pain might be something that she was into and yet here she was, ass grinding against the hips currently flush with her rosy cheeks in an desperate effort to encourage him to keep going now that he was already splitting her in half. “I want — I need,” she started again in a needy whimper, attempting to use her fucking words like he’d instructed. “I need your cock, Uncle Luka. I - I’ve never felt so full.” Another intentional grind of her hips showed how eager she was, a small squeak of pain leaving her lips all the same. “More. Please, I want more. All of you.”

-

Luka was starting to think that he would not have enough with just a taste of his beautiful niece. She had far too much potential to become a good little whore. The way she took to following commands like a fish to water. Not just that, but even despite the pain she was currently experiencing at having his sizeable cock buried deep inside her unused cunt, she clearly still wanted to please. To be of use. To be used. And the sounds she made once he finally pierced through her hymen, and claimed her virginity... It had his cock throbbing, and the man rewarded her for such a good performance by setting a rhythm as he began to rock his hips against her ass; fucking her from behind. 

-

Kiss-swollen lips pressed together, eyes wide as she shook her head in an almost too innocent response to his line of questioning. “No,” she breathed out at last, simultaneously glad for the brief respite to think and desperate for her uncle to get back to touching her. The little cross she was always wearing around her neck kept some at bay and her father had always been fairly strict with her curfew growing up, but there was also another reason she was still toting around her virginity. He’d even said it without meaning to. “I - I never wanted any of the boys.” They didn’t know what to do or how to get her worked up, not like Luka did.

The strange mixture of affection and demanding was absolutely doing it for the cheerleader, body twisting and shifting in the backseat to meet his command as best as possible. Thankfully, years of gymnastics had made her limber and flexible little thing. Her panties were gone and her soaking wet pussy was exposed to the cold and his hungry gaze. Blunt teeth caught on her lower lip as she glanced at him over her shoulder, freckled face flaming from just how depraved this entire situation was. Nervousness and anticipation were getting the best of her, body trembling with a need that she didn’t fully understand but was eager to give herself over to. As long as he kept complimenting her like that — telling her just who it was that she belonged to. “Oh - oh my god,” she groaned when she first felt his cock slide between her glistening folds, a shiver running the full length of her spine as she tried and failed to calm down even a little. “You feel — good. You’re so - so big! ” She had to swallow, groaning again when his meaty tip brushed against her clit. God, was he even going to be able to fit? She whimpered at the thought, nails curling into the seat cushion as she ground her hips back and forth, desperate for friction. Desperate for him. “Please  —  Please, Uncle Luka.”

-

He felt her trembling beneath his larger frame as he tilted her hips back, opening her up while the swollen head of his cock dragged along her dripping folds. Be it the anticipation of being fucked for the first time, or the fear of possible pain, maybe even the cold, Luka very much enjoyed having her quivering like that. A helpless kitten in heat. “Feels good doesn’t it, baby?” Not that he was expecting a reply or cared for one really, he simply took perverse pleasure in torturing the girl by slowly circling her entrance with the tip of his manhood. Having her beg... yeah he really fucking liked that. “It’s a good thing you never wanted any of those boys, babygirl. ‘cause stretching this tight little pussy of yours is a man’s job.” He whispered hotly into her ear as he pushed his hips forward slightly, her slick cunt forced to accept the head of his member, the tight ring of muscles yielding to his invasion. 

“Please what? Sweetheart. You’re a big girl, use your fucking words.” He jeered at her, smirking at how desperate for his cock she got. But then he groaned behind her, the muscles of his arms taut with exertion as he slowly began pushing deeper and deeper. “That’s it, that’s a good girl. Take my cock.” He instructed her as he eased into her tight depths --and boy, was she tight. Deliciously so. “Uncle Luka is gonna make it hurt so good, baby.” He promised, pressing a kiss to her temple before he surged forward and finally slammed all the way inside her virgin cunt. 

“or what, what are you going to do if i don’t shut up, noah?”, catherine asked, her voice still provocatively calm and taunting despite the fact that his hand started to grab her throat, “we both know you’re not seriously going to hurt me.” it was the one thing she’d always known to be an unspoken law. no matter how fucked up things got between the two of them (and they did, frequently), she always knew that he wouldn’t ever truly hurt her. as it turned out, the same couldn’t be said about her for she was pretty sure she ripped his heart out and tore it to shreds when she left him almost completely out of the blue.  “maybe i just love toying with you?”, she retorted, trying to not let it show just how true his suspicion was. as much as she liked her finance and the life he could over her, the sex was nothing compared to what noah and she had had on a regular basis. he was always gentle, nice and so utterly boring that she knew she could never survive on just that for the rest of her life. “you’re not that good.”

A sharp slap to the face would have stung less than her words did. Then again, Catherine had always wielded the sharpest tongue, and she knew exactly how to get under his skin. One would think that only honey would drip from such a lovely mouth, yet there was nothing but poison to be found. Still, she was right, Noah would never hurt her. Not like that, never like that. So his hold on her throat lessened as he looked down into her beautiful face. The man knew he would never  be able to keep up with her in a battle of wits, so he opted for the next best course of action to finally get her to shut the fuck up. And as his lips descended upon hers, all at once his body seemed to come alive; a rush flooding his system. 

“We’ll fucking see about that.” Both a promise and a threat was exhaled against her mouth once he finally released his hold on her throat so he could pull at her panties and unfasten his jeans. “Gonna send you back to him filled with my cum.” Noah had been trying to stay away, the pain of losing her and the guilt of how he kept fucking her behind his best friend’s back after she became engaged became too much to bare, yet there he was, falling for her provocations once again. But he was  too far gone, with his mouth on hers he slid his hands under her thighs and lifted her against the wall, pinning her against the hard surface at the waist. “You can pretend and lie all you want, but we both know the truth of why you’re here.” He said after pulling back from her lips to stare at her. His voice was rough, and he gave her no chance for a cutting remark before he was dropping her so he could impale her on his awaiting cock. And with her warm weight in his arms, he bottomed out instantly. The way her slick heat engulfed him wrung a grunt from his lips. God, she felt so good. 

When she shifted positions, Ari lifted one of her hands to massage the side of her neck, trying to figure out what her next move would be. She couldn’t do it anymore - but she had been so complacent in being with a cheater that it was just normal to her. “Or maybe I’m not worth coming home to as much as you believe I am.” He’d always been there to pick her back up, pitch in to help her self-esteem when it was low, when she didn’t believe herself good enough for much. Almost instinctively, she leaned into the feeling of his hand stroking her hair, closing her eyes for a moment as her hand resting on his calf as she shrugged, “Better than what, Aiden? What makes you so sure?” Ari knew he was right, though. Some part of her knew better than to remain as a doormat for someone who clearly didn’t care. She had fire in her, but when it came to these things, to her worth, it was barely a spark.

-

“That’s bullshit.” He was adamant in denying her claim of not being worth coming home to. His lust momentarily put in the back burner as he grabbed her chin with bandaged hand and tilted her head so that he could look into her eyes and get his point across. “Whatever you think justifies being treated like that is bullshit, Ari. And just because you've been accepting what's been given doesn't mean you aren't worth more than the way that asshole treated you.” Aiden fucking hated how much she seemed to believe otherwise. “Why are you so sure you don’t?”