(I'm sorry in advance)
I was laid out on the bed, legs spread and my body warm, hot even, from past events. I'll never forget it, the way he handled me, made me his. I stared at the ceiling, my eyes falling shut as I thought of the past events.
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"I don't know why you love me." I muttered lying on the side of my bed, with him at my side. I heard him tsk at me, "Princess, you know why." He said, moving to get on top of me, his small figure easily laying on me. I stayed silent and stared at him, the shine on him that made me feel safe, reflecting feelings. I shook my head and he put his cold hand on my forehead and leaned in. He whispered a sweet nothing into my ear, I've already forgotten what. He started to pry at the helm of my shorts, complaining they were in the way.
He rubbed my thighs, not looking me in the eyes, or even looking up. "You have a beautiful body, my love." He mumbled as he stopped rubbing my thighs and pulling my underwear down. "Trust me?" he asked. I nodded and he wrapped a pillowcase around my face as a blindfold. I felt the cold tingling on my skin and teasing me.
He knew what he was doing as the tip of his handle delve into my hole, making me gasp for air. He wasn't just long, I thought as he thrusted in raw, he was thick too. It stretched me and I heard him mumble the word "Mine." repeatedly.
I felt something hot gather up in my stomach, and the next moment I was covered in his beautiful white gooey fluid. Some of mine as well came out, and a bit after that happened he pulled out.
"Fuck, you're the best frying pan in the world." I said.
(I AM SORRY IM BORED)