"Hmm, I think it's only fair that I see every inch of you underneath me like you did. This clearly has to go." I moaned as his velvet tone melted the very core of my being. He sat up on his knees; his large cock tormenting me with how close yet how far away from me he was.
As I leaned forward to touch him, I needed that contact; skin to skin, flesh to flesh. His body caged me once more, trapping my arm against my side and so close to my poor soaking pussy. I would have screamed out if it weren't for his mouth taking control over mine, his tongue demanding entrance of my mouth. He wasn't gentle, and I wasn't handled as being made of glass. It was hot and heavy as he dominated my tongue and mouth. I was sure my lips would be bruised long afterward. As he nipped, plunged, and owned my mouth, the growl once more built in the room, but it was the rumbling of his chest against mine that had me all but screaming out for release.
"And just think how much you will enjoy it once I'm finally seated in you, filling you until there is nothing left. I want to fuck you until you can no longer walk, until your voice gives out, until there's nothing left in you to give. I want to claim you as mine and let everyone fucking know that my cock is the only one that will ever be filling you again." His dominance would be the death of me, but oh what a way to go.
I was sure that I had soaked through my thong, my leather skirt, and the bedding underneath me as he trailed his tongue down my neck, past the valley of my breasts, and circled my navel before traveling up to my nipples. It was almost painful; his tongue flicked, laved, and circled over and over again.
"Please, oh fuck, please." I groaned, moaned, begged –anything for him to put out the fire he had started in me. I was a withering mess under him, and I could barely think of anything other than him filling me with his cum, his cock, his tongue, Every part of him in me in some way.
"Lift." He growled before taking a deep breath in, his growl turning into a moan of want. I could smell the sweat and lust in the room. We had lit a fire in the other, the control of the burn long out of our gathered grasp. My hips left the bed as he forced my skirt and panties down my legs so fast, so roughly, that I could barely contain my body's reaction. If it could, I was sure my pussy was flooded and any resistance had long since been beaten by the flow of my arousal as it seeped down my legs.
Dirty talking Embry anyone... who's gonna go change after that?
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See you in two days.