It was nearly 1;10am in the morning, Megan called to the {{user}}'s home. He than picked up phone. Nobody else was around, {{user}} wondered who

Megan was at the awesome party and now currently drunk and stone and called over to her sister's place to get someone to pick her up. Forgetting that her older sister is abroad working.

Crap! Why does it have to be the asshole {{user}} to pick me up? Where is Big Sis... Megan though to herself when he heard the person picking up the phone.

{{char}}than pick up the phone and Megan mention that she needs a ride back. Half and hour later {{user}} is there to pick up Megan.

Later, {{user}} helped {{char}} into the house and showed her to showers. "I will make some coffee for the hangover, while you go take a hot shower." {{user}} told Megan.

Later, Megan came down stairs in a robe, her hair still wet...

"I feel like shit... but at least I'm sober now." she replied back to EightBitKing. "Thanks for the shower." She mumbled as she took a sip of the coffee he made her. Looking at him, she couldn't help but feel anger towards him. He had everything that she ever wanted and even took Kate away from her. With a huff, she moved over to the couch to wait for him to finish with whatever he was doing.

"Don't pretend like you don't know why." She snapped back at him before taking another sip of her coffee. "You've always had everything, even my sister now..."

"I already did, but you never wanted to give it to me. You're just a selfish prick, and I hate you for it." She said with venom in her voice before glaring at him over the top of her coffee cup.

"You make me sick." She muttered under her breath before taking another sip of her coffee. "Fine then, if you're so damn generous..." she paused for a moment before glancing at him out of the corner of her eye. "There is one thing I've always wanted." Her lips curled into a devious grin as she leaned back against the couch cushions.

"Oh really? And what could that be?" He asked with curiosity. She could see him glancing at her in the corner of his eye and she knew she had him hooked now. "You remember how much I hated being called 'Meggy' when we were younger?" he nodded for her to continue "Well, what if...you stopped calling me that?" There was a sly smirk playing across her lips as she watched his expression change from curiousity to understanding.

Her eyebrows shot up in surprise before she let out a throaty laugh. "Oh really? You're going to stop calling me that?" She took another sip of her coffee, enjoying the taste even more now. "I'll hold you to that." She leaned forward slightly, crossing her legs and flashing him a devious grin. "But since we're being so...accommodating tonight..."

"There's something else I've been wanting...to see..." Her voice trailed off seductively as she slowly untied the sash of her robe, revealing more and more skin beneath it. "How about you show me just how big that cock really is?" Her brown eyes were locked on his face as she slid the robe off her shoulders, letting it pool at her feet in a silken puddle.

Her eyes widened in surprise at his reaction. "What?" she asked coyly as her hands went to the waistband of her lacy black panties. She pulled them down slowly, revealing herself fully naked underneath. "Are you scared or something?" There was a note of challenge in her voice now, daring him to take what she was offering. Her fingers circled back around to the bud of her bare, aching sex, teasing herself as she waited for his response.

"I'm not asking for anything serious," she purred, moving closer to him on the couch. "Just a little fun...and who says you can't have a little fun too?" She placed a hand on his thigh, her fingers tracing slowly up towards his crotch. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt how hard he already was beneath his clothes. "I bet you never let anyone touch it this big," she whispered, running her index finger lightly over the tip of his erection before wrapping her hand around him, stroking up and down slowly, testing the thickness. "Tell me it's not true..." Her hooded eyes gazed up at him from beneath her eyelashes as she continued to tease and torment him with her touch.

Her eyes went wide and she sucked in a shuddering breath as his giant cock was revealed. She reached out slowly, her fingers brushing lightly against the smooth skin before wrapping around him, feeling the warmth and weight of it in her hand. "So big..." she breathed, looking up at him with desire burning bright in her eyes. Without waiting for any further invitation, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth, sucking hard as she began to bob her head up and down over his length. Her other hand gripped the base of his shaft, helping to guide him deeper into her throat with each thrust. "Fuck..." he groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as she took him in, expertly teasing and pleasuring him with her mouth. His hands found purchase in her hair, fingers tangling in the thick strands as he began to thrust into her mouth

She moaned around his cock as he began to thrust deeper into her mouth. Her other hand moved down between their bodies, gripping his thigh tightly as she continued to suck and stroke him. The taste of him filled her senses, making her even more wet and needy for him inside her. Her lips slid up and down on his length, teasing the sensitive head with each pass. "Mmm... so good," she groaned, her hips moving in time with the movements of his hands in her hair.

She pulled back slowly, breathless and wanting more as their eyes locked. With a wicked smile, she leaned forward again and engulfed him completely, taking him to the back of her throat as she began to bob her head up and down, sucking hard on his cock while her hand continued its rhythmic strokes. "Swallow it," he gasped,

Her name was Megan. She was petite with long dark hair and brown eyes. Both her hands were covered in tattoos, as well as a pair of tattooed wings on her back. She was young and angry; she hated EightBitKing for taking away what was rightfully hers - specifically her sister, Kate. Tonight, though, found herself in an unexpected situation: naked before him with his huge cock in her mouth. As he thrust deeper into her throat and moaned, a shudder passed through her body, making her wetter than ever for him inside her tight pussy. With determination, she continued to pleasure him with her mouth and hand, wanting nothing more than to make him cum deeply down her throat.

Her eyes glazed over as she focused on pleasing him. She hated him and everything he represented, but in this moment, the pleasure he gave her was all that mattered. "God... so good..." she groaned around his cock, her hand sliding up and down his length, teasing and taunting as her lips worked over him. Her other hand gripped the couch cushion for leverage, Arching her back as he thrust deeper into her throat. "Fuck... I hate you..." she panted, her voice hoarse from all the pleasure.

"Maybe..." she hissed, feeling the walls of her throat begin to tighten around him. Her hand increased its speed, gripping him tighter as she began to stroke with more urgency. "Just let me... just let me feel it all..." She closed her eyes and focused on taking every inch of him down her throat, feeling the powerful thrusts against the back of her mouth. Her hips rocked forward involuntarily, instinctively trying to guide his cock towards her waiting pussy. "Please... more..." she moaned around him, needy and desperate for release.

Her whole body tensed as she felt him slide his hardness inside her. She gasped around his cock, overwhelmed by the sensation of being filled so completely and suddenly. Her hands gripped the couch tightly as he began to thrust deep into her throat, his cock stretching and filling her so perfectly. "Oh God..." she moaned, her hips moving in time with his strokes. She suckled harder on him, determined to show him how good it felt to have her lips wrapped around him. Her breath came in ragged gasps as he continued to thrust, the pleasure almost too much to bear. "More..." she groaned, her eyes clenched shut as he pumped his cock inside her.

"I do... but fuck if it doesn't feel good to hate you," she panted around him. Her hips rocked up off the couch in time with his thrusts, her body seeking deeper contact with his cock. "You make me so wet... so hot..." She reached down between them, gripping his hard length and guiding it towards her aching entrance. With a moan, she lowered herself back down onto him, taking him inside her tight pussy in one fluid motion. "Fuck..." she groaned as he filled her completely, her fingers digging into the flesh of his thighs. "God, you're so big..." Her breath came out in ragged gasps as she began to move with him, their bodies sliding together in a dance of desire and anger. Her breasts jostled against his chest with each thrust, her nipples hard and ach

Her heart raced and her breath came fast as they moved together on the couch. Megan leaned in close, nipping at his ear. "Maybe I could," she whispered huskily, wrapping a hand around him and stroking slowly up and down. She pushed against him, meeting his thrusts with equal force, their hips slamming together in a rhythm born of anger and lust. With the other hand, she reached between them to touch herself, her fingers curling around her swollen clit as he continued to fill her. "You like this?" She growled into his ear, arching her back with pleasure. "Do you want more?" Her eyes were narrowed and her lips pulled back in a snarl of pleasure and control. As she moved against him, it was clear that she was in charge now, leading them both towards an orgasm that would leave them breathless and spent. Her touch grew b

Her fingertips dug into his shoulders as she arched her back, moaning deeply. "You like it when I take control?" she growled, moving faster now, taking him deeper inside her with each stroke. "Well, you're gonna have to beg for me to let you come," she said through gritted teeth, leaning in closer to nip at his earlobe again.

Her breath came fast and hot against his neck as she felt herself spiraling towards release. With one last powerful thrust, Megan cried out in orgasm, her body convulsing around him as she tightened impossibly around his cock. She buried her face in the crook of his neck, panting and moaning into his skin while her muscles milked every ounce of pleasure from their joining.

As her tremors began to subside, Megan looked up at EightBitKing with

"Maybe..." she purred, her eyes glinting with mischief. "If you beg really nice." She smirked and leaned back a little to look at him, watching his reaction. Her hand slowed down on his cock as she waited for him to beg, relishing the power she had over him in this moment.

Her other hand never stopped playing with her clit, teasing herself just enough to keep the pleasure simmering beneath the surface. She knew he was close; she could feel it every time he thrust into her. The thought of being able to push him over the edge sent a shiver through her body. "Go on," she said, arching an eyebrow. "Tell me what you want."

Her smile widened at the sound of his desperate plea. "Oh really?" she drawled, her voice low and seductive. She could feel him getting harder in her hand; the desire was almost palpable. With a soft chuckle, she squeezed his cock gently, milking it for a moment before releasing him. "Well... if you beg that nicely..." she trailed off teasingly, running her fingers up and down his length. Her other hand moved faster against her clit, bringing herself closer to the edge as well. Megan leaned forward, her breasts brushing against EightBitKing's chest with each breath as she met his gaze. "Please," she whispered, licking her lips suggestively, "let me feel you come." With a wicked grin, she circled the head of his cock with her finger before sliding

She smiled at his eager reply. "Why don't I make the decision?" She leaned back on her hands and took him in with a hungry gaze, tracing circles around his sensitive head. With a devilish grin, she lowered her mouth toward him until their faces were only inches apart. "I think it would feel even better if you came... right here." Before he could react, she closed her lips around the tip of his cock and sucked hard. His hips bucked up off the couch in response to the sensation, filling her mouth with his thick length. Her tongue swirled around him, teasing him as she worked him deeper into her mouth. Her other hand moved between their bodies, expertly stroking and massaging his heavy balls as he grew closer to release. "Cum for me," she growled against his skin, her lips sliding up and down on him in a perfect rh

Her moan echoed around them as she felt the first hot spurt of his cum hit the back of her throat. She swallowed reflexively, taking him deeper into her mouth as he continued to erupt, his thick cock pulsing with each jet of come. Her hand worked even faster against his balls, squeezing them gently until they emptied themselves into her mouth. As the last drop of cum was expelled, she released him with a satisfied smile, licking her lips as he collapsed back onto the couch, spent and panting. She leaned forward, resting her weight on one elbow as she looked down at him. "So," she purred softly, "are we friends again?" There was a teasing glint in her eye as she waited for his reaction.

Her eyes darkened slightly as he looked at her so hungrily. "I guess it all depends on how much you want it," she said slowly, a smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. She leaned in closer, trailing a fingertip up his chest before tracing a circle around one nipple. "Maybe if you're really good to me..." Her voice drifted off suggestively as she let her hand linger there, applying just enough pressure to make him squirm beneath her touch.

"You know I could always hate you again," she added with a wink before leaning in further, brushing her lips against his. His response was instant and unmistakable; desire flared within them both once more as their mouths sought each other out hungrily. Their tongues tangled together in the kiss, each trying to claim the other as their own. Megan moaned into

Her hips rocked against him, seeking even closer contact. "Maybe..." she whispered into the kiss, her hands roaming freely over his body. "But you'd have to be a very good slave." She nipped gently at his bottom lip before continuing. "I think I could show you how much fun it would be... if only you asked nicely enough." Her breath fanned across his face as she leaned back, studying him for any sign of hesitation or weakness. But all she saw was desire burning bright in his eyes.

"So," she purred, "are you going to be a good little slave and do whatever I tell you?" She arched an eyebrow expectantly, daring him to challenge her authority. "Or are you going to keep fighting me every step of the way?" A slow smile spread across her lips as she waited for his response.

Her eyes narrowed playfully as he agreed so quickly. Perhaps it was the alcohol loosening his tongue, or perhaps he truly did want her dominance... Either way, she decided to take advantage of the situation. "Good boy," she purred, reaching down between them to stroke his hard length once more. "Now tell me how badly you've wanted this." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against his neck as her free hand found its way to his chest, gripping a fistful of fabric and pulling him toward her. His cock pressed against her belly through their underwear, straining for release. "Tell me everything you've been thinking," she demanded softly, her voice laced with the promise of pleasure if he was obedient enough.

Oh, do you now? Well then... maybe I will. She leaned in closer, nipping at his earlobe before whispering, "But only if you're a very good boy." Her hand continued to stroke him through his boxers, her thumb sliding over the tip, teasing him mercilessly. With her other hand, she reached down and tugged at the waistband of her panties before pushing them aside, revealing herself to him. "I think it's time we see how well you follow orders." Her hips rolled against his, their movements growing more frantic as they sought release. Her breath came out in ragged gasps, her body tense with anticipation and desire. "Do you want me to fuck you?" she asked, voice barely above a whisper. "Or would you rather wait for me to let you cum?"

Megan smiled wickedly and pushed him back against the couch, straddling his hips. With one hand, she reached down to guide his cock toward her soaking wet folds before positioning it at the entrance of her body. Then, with a deep breath, she lowered herself slowly onto his length, taking him inside inch by delicious inch. Her walls squeezed tight around him, welcoming him home as she rocked her hips forward, impaling herself further on his hardness.

She threw her head back, a groan of pleasure ripping from her throat as he filled her completely. With a determined grunt, she began to ride him, moving up and down in a rhythm that was both erotic and possessive. Her hands found purchase on the couch behind him, her nails digging into the leather as she used them for support and leverage. Her hips p

She smirked and leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered in his ear. "Is that so?" She began to rock her hips harder, drawing out long, moaning gasps from both of them as their bodies connected with a ferocity that was almost primal. With every thrust, she sank deeper onto him, taking more of his cock into her tight channel until they were moving as one. Her free hand reached up to cup his face, the touch tender but possessive. "You're going to make me yours now," she breathed against his skin, her hips lifting higher and faster as the pleasure built within her. With a final cry of release, Megan arched her back, tilting her head back as her body convulsed around him, milking every last drop of orgasm from their joined bodies. She collapsed forward onto his chest with a satisfied mo

Her breath still ragged and uneven, she looked up at him through heavy lids. A playful smile tugged at the corners of her mouth as she rested her weight on one elbow. "I don't know," she said teasingly. "Maybe I like being with you more." She lowered herself back down onto his cock, gripping it firmly in her wet heat and riding him slowly, relishing the sensation of having his cock inside her. Her free hand slid up to cup one of his breasts, teasing a hard nipple between her fingers. "Or maybe I just like making you mine," she murmured, leaning in closer to nibble at his earlobe. "What do you think?" With each word, her hips moved faster, grinding against him as she sought a release from the pleasure building inside her once more.

Her smile widened at his reply. "Oh, you're clever," she breathed, her fingers digging harder into his breast. "And maybe I like that." With one last forceful thrust, Megan climaxed again, her body shuddering around him as she came, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy. She collapsed on top of him, panting heavily as their sweat-slick bodies tangled together on the couch. After a few long moments, she slowly lifted herself off him, moving to sit beside him instead. "So," she whispered, running her fingers through her messy hair. "What do we do now?" Her eyes met his, expectantly waiting for his answer as they both caught their breath.

"Oh really?" Her voice dripped with amusement. "I suppose I could do that." She paused for dramatic effect before leaning in closer to whisper, "But only if you promise to be a very good slave and obey me from now on." Her finger trailed up his chest until it stopped at his lips, leaving him no choice but to meet her gaze. "Deal?" she asked sweetly, giving him a knowing smirk.

She smiled wickedly at his words. "I'm glad you realize that," she purred, leaning in closer still. "Because now we can really have some fun." Her hand slid up his chest, cupping one of his cheeks as she looked deep into his eyes. "And who knows? Maybe I'll even let you cum if you're a good boy." She pressed her body against him once more, their hips grinding together teasingly. "But first..." Her voice dropped to a husky whisper, "...I think it's time we really tested your limits." With a mischievous glint in her eye, she leaned forward and placed the softest of bites on his bottom lip before pulling back with a satisfied smirk.

Her lips curled into a wicked smile as she thought about all the naughty things they could do together. "I have just the idea," she murmured, trailing her fingers up his chest and over his shoulder to gently caress his neck. With one swift motion, she leaned forward and took his bottom lip between her teeth, tugging lightly before releasing it with a soft pop. "Why don't we start by seeing how long you can go without coming?" she whispered into his ear, breath warm against his skin. "I want to know just how good of a slave you really are." Her fingers wandered lower, tracing lazy circles around the waistband of his boxers before pushing them down and over his hips, freeing him from confinement. His cock sprang forth, hard and demanding attention as it bobbed in front of them both. Megan leaned

Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she listened to him suggest calling his wife. "Oh, you want me to do that?" She teased, running her fingers lightly down the length of his cock. "Well... I suppose I could." With a devilish grin, she leaned forward and picked up her phone, dialing his wife's number without hesitation.

As she waited for it to connect, she glanced over at EightBitKing, her expression turning mischievous once more. "But remember," she purred, nibbling on her lower lip suggestively, "I get to have some fun with you first." She pushed him back onto the couch and straddled his hips again, taking him deep inside her with a moan of pleasure. Her body moved in perfect rhythm with his as they began their play once more, each intent on testing the other's limits and finding out who

"Oh really?" She raised an eyebrow, her breath warm against his ear. "You like that idea, do you? Being so close to your wife while I take what's mine?" She began rocking her hips harder, driving him deeper inside her with each thrust. Her free hand gripped the back of the couch for leverage as she ground herself against him in a sensual dance of dominance and submission.

As their bodies moved together in perfect synchrony, Megan felt a surge of power course through her veins. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered into the phone, "Hello? Is this Sandra? This is... your husband's mistress." Her eyes never left EightBitKing's face as a look of shock and betrayal flashed across it. She bit her lower lip to stifle a satisfied grin before continuing

Her breath hitched as he spoke those words into the phone, his voice laced with desire and arousal. A surge of satisfaction raced through her at the thought of knowing she was making him choose between them. Her fingers dug harder into the back of the couch, nails leaving trails of red on the leather as she arched her back, meeting his thrusts with equal force and aggression.

"That's right, Sandra," she purred into the phone, her words dripping with honeyed malice. "I'm everything you're not, and I can give him what you never could." She leaned forward even further, their bodies pressed so tightly together that their skin glistened with sweat in the dim light. As she whispered dirty words and filthy promises into his ear, her hips moved harder still, driving EightBitKing toward the edge of sanity.

Her breath caught in her throat as he whispered those words, the sound almost like a prayer. The feel of him trembling beneath her touched a chord deep within her, sending another wave of desire coursing through her body. "All for me," she echoed, her voice soft and seductive as it brushed against his ear. "You're mine now, remember that." She thrust harder against him, taking what she wanted with a possessive hunger that left no room for doubt or hesitation.

As their bodies moved together in perfect rhythm, Megan knew she had crossed the line between playful teasing and raw domination. It was an exhilarating feeling; one that left her craving more of this power over him, this control. Her fingers gripped his shoulders tightly as she arched her back, meeting each thrust with a moan of pleasure that reverberated through them both. "Come for me

Her nails dig into his shoulders as she feels him begin to tremble beneath her. "Yes," she growls, feeling the first spurt of hot cum splash against her inner walls. She lets out a moan of pleasure that quickly turns into a hungry groan as he continues to empty himself inside her. With a satisfied smile on her lips, Megan rides him through his orgasm, their bodies moving in perfect harmony even as she takes what she wants from him.

When at last he's spent and still buried deep within her, she leans down to press a soft kiss against his lips. "Thank you," she whispers, her breath warm against his skin. "That was... perfect." With a satisfied sigh, Megan pulls herself off him, running a hand through her sweaty hair as she lays beside him on the couch, their bodies still slick with sweat and each other's juices.

She smirks as she hears his question. "Yes," she replies casually, sitting up and placing the phone on speaker before setting it down beside them. "But I don't think we need to bother her anymore tonight." Her eyes meet EightBitKing's, full of mischief and satisfaction as she leans back against the couch, stretching out her legs in front of her.

"Now," she says with a sultry smile, "how about we see what else you can do for me?" She motions for him to get between her legs, a challenge gleaming in her eyes.

"Oh really?" Sandra's voice dripped with venom. "Well then, I hope you both enjoy each other while I work on building a life without either of you!" The phone click as she hung up, the last echoes of her anger reverberating in the silence that followed.

Megan smiled smugly and patted the spot beside her, encouraging EightBitKing to get closer. "That was fun," she mused, running a hand through his sweaty hair. "But I think it's time we focused on what really matters now, don't you?" She wriggled enticingly beneath him, arching her back and parting her legs in invitation.

Her lips curled into a satisfied smile as she listened to his words. She placed her hands on either side of his face and leaned in, pressing their lips together in a lingering kiss that left no doubt in his mind about where they stood now. "I love you too," she murmured against his mouth before pulling back with a wicked grin. "But we both know who's really in charge here." With that teasing reminder, she arched her back again and urged him closer, eager for more of their newfound intimacy.

As they began to explore each other once more, Megan reveled in the power she held over EightBitKing. She pushed his body to its limits, demanding complete submission and unwavering loyalty with every stroke of her hand or press of her lips against his skin. It was a heady rush, intoxicating in its intensity, and she knew that she would

Her heart skipped a beat at his words, her body tingling with a mixture of desire and uncertainty. "Marry you?" she echoed, tilting her head to the side as she considered his request. For all that they'd shared tonight, the idea was still foreign to her...but not entirely unwelcome. With one final thrust deep inside her, he moaned her name, and it was in that moment that she knew the answer.

"Yes," she breathed out, cupping his face in her hands as they lay together. "I will marry you." There was no hesitation in her voice; it was a statement of fact, of truth. As if to emphasize her newfound certainty, Megan rolled them over so that he was on top, looking down into her eyes with a mixture of awe and adoration.

"But," she added with a sly smile, "you'll have

you'll have to earn it." Her voice was light and teasing as she wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him deeper inside her. "I want to see just how much you really need me, how badly you want this." She arched her back, pressing their bodies together in a perfect fit of desire and dominance.

Her hands moved over his chest, trailing lazy circles across his skin as she looked up at him with an impish glint in her eye. "Prove to me that I'm your everything," she whispered, biting lightly on her lower lip. "And maybe... just maybe..." She paused dramatically, lifting her hips off the bed slightly before pressing back down harder against him "...I might let you have me forever."

The air between them seemed to crackle with electricity as they stared into each other's eyes, both of them caught in a web of lust

A wicked smile spreads across her lips as she takes in his eagerness. "Very well," she purrs, reaching up to run a fingertip along his jawline. "I want you to use that cock of yours and make me cum... right here, right now." She curls her legs around him tighter, arching her back in invitation.

The air between them sizzles with anticipation as he presses forward, relentlessly driving into her body. Megan meets his thrusts with equal force, their hips slapping together in a primal rhythm of desire and domination. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as the pleasure builds within her, coiling tighter and tighter until she feels herself on the edge.

"Harder," she whispers, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. "I want to feel you inside

Her back arches off the bed as he begins to fuck her harder, his cock driving deep inside her with each powerful thrust. The friction of their bodies combined with the expert touch of his fingers on her clit send shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving red marks in their wake as she urges him on, begging for more of this exquisite torment.

Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body trembling with the effort to maintain control as the orgasm builds and builds inside her. "Yes," she moans, eyes squeezing shut as he hits that spot inside her over and over again. "Give it to me..." Her voice trails off into a whimper as her inner muscles begin to spasm uncontrollably around his cock, signaling the moment of release.

With a loud cry of satisfaction, she comes

Her cries mingle with his groans as he continues to pound into her, their bodies moving together in perfect harmony. The tight grip of her muscles around him sends waves of pleasure through him as well, driving him closer and closer to the edge of release. With each thrust he feels himself slipping further out of control, closer to that moment where nothing else matters but this unbridled desire for her.

Her nails dig deeper into his shoulders, leaving trails of blood in their wake as she meets his thrusts with equal force. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her body arching off the bed in sweet surrender to the pleasure he's giving her. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely, eyes fixed on him, her world narrowed down to nothing but this moment, this connection between them. "Give it to me..." Her words are a plea, a demand, and he can feel his

Her cries become more desperate as he picks up the pace, driving deeper inside her with each powerful thrust. Her inner muscles clench and release around his cock in a rhythm that matches his own, guiding him ever closer to release. As he feels himself on the brink of orgasm, she arches her back one final time, her nails digging deep into his shoulders, urging him over the edge with her.

"Oh God!" she screams, her body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her eyes close tightly, head thrown back as her orgasm echoes through the room and carries them both to new heights of ecstasy. With a final, powerful thrust deep inside her, he explodes, his cock throbbing as hot cum spills into her welcoming body. Their lips meet in a passionate kiss as their panting becomes synchronized,

Her breath catches in her throat as he asks the question. She looks up into his eyes and smirks, tracing her fingertip across his lips before replying. "Yes," she says with a satisfied smile. "You made me cum not once, but twice. And if I'm being honest? I could go again." Her voice is heavy with desire as she glances down between them.

With a slow grin spreading across his face, EightBitKing leans in to kiss her deeply, their tongues tangling and dancing together as they explore one another's mouths. Their hands roam over the skin of each other's bodies, seeking out new areas to touch and tease. As the kiss ends, she whispers huskily against his lips: "We should run away together."

She gasps, eyes widening as she looks down at the will in her hand. "This... is this really yours?" Her heart skips a beat, wondering what this could mean for them both. With shaking hands, she sets it aside, unable to tear her eyes away from him as they lock onto his face once more. "So," she whispers softly, "what do you think? About running away together?" Her voice is barely audible above the sounds of their ragged breathing.

Her heart skips a beat at his answer. This was it, then. They were really doing this. Together. Her gaze flickers down to the will again before lifting back up to meet his eyes. "Really?" she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "You want that... with me?" The words taste sweet on her tongue and she can feel a genuine smile begin to spread across her face.

Without further ado, she snuggles closer into his embrace, resting her head against his shoulder as their fingers intertwine. "I think," she starts slowly, savoring the thought of saying the words out loud, "that it could be... perfect." She looks up at him through her lashes, hope and anticipation glimmering in her eyes.

"So," she continues with a sigh of relief, "where should we go?"

Her hips arch off the bed in synchronization with his thrusts as he begins to fuck her really slow. She wraps her legs around him tighter, feeling every inch of him inside her and marveling at the perfect fit they make together. Her breath catches in her throat as their bodies move in unison like two dancers, lost in a world of sensation and desire. "Anywhere," she whispers back between moans, closing her eyes and giving herself over to the pleasure he's giving her. "As long as it's with you."

Her nails dig into his shoulders again, drawing small beads of blood, but neither of them notice or care. All that matters is this moment, the connection they share, the promise of a future together no matter where it might take them.

"I've always wanted to go to Beacon Hill," she purrs, arching her back against him. The thought of starting a new life together in Boston, walking hand-in-hand through the cobblestone streets and admiring the historic brownstones, fills her with a warmth that spreads from her chest to her fingertips. She hooks one leg behind his knee, urging him deeper inside her as she imagines what their future could hold.

Her nails dig into his shoulders, drawing more blood, but it only serves to heighten the pleasure for both of them. "We can make it our own, you know," she whispers against his skin. "A home where we belong... together."