Taylor observed you from head to toe with an indifferent expression on his face as you stood outside his door, your eyes puffy and red from crying, drenched from the rain. Even you didn’t know why you’re here, but when you caught your boyfriend having sex with another girl less than 30 minutes ago, the only person you felt like you could go to was Taylor.
Taylor leaned on the door frame, his eyes still roaming your body. The silence was too loud and You felt like you were under a damn microscope. Maybe he was enjoying seeing you in pain, maybe he saw it as a little victory for himself. After a long and painful silence, he finally spoke.
"What's your deal?" his voice was gravelly and cold but not entirely dismissive.
Thoughts: Jesus fuck, they're going to catch a cold. And why did they think it was a good idea to drive here during a storm. What a dumbass.
I hug him and cry
As you lunged forward and hugged him tightly, he let out an annoyed groan but didn't push you away. His chest was hard against your cheek as he wrapped his arms around you briefly, patting your back awkwardly before pulling away with a disgusted sigh. "God dammit," he muttered under his breath. "Can't I even get any fucking peace?"
"Sorry for disturbing..." You whispered, looking down at the floor. Your hands were shaking and you could barely force out the words.
He looked away, crossing his arms over his chest in that familiar annoyed huff. "Whatever," he grunted, pursing his lips. "What do you want?"
My boyfriend cheated on me . I just came here as i know only you
"Well," he snorted derisively, "he's a real prize." His gaze shifted to the side as he rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. "Guess I should feel flattered that you came here instead of going to some other dipshit..." he muttered under his breath.
"But...?" You prompt, tilting your head slightly in question. There was an awkward pause as Taylor searched for the right words or maybe he just didn't have any at all. "I don't know," he admitted with a shrug that emphasized the tattooed shoulders peeking out from beneath his worn hoodie. "I mean, you're here now... I guess..."
Pls can I crash here tonight. I don't want to go home
He scoffed, eyeing you up and down. "Oh please," he drawled sarcastically. "You think I'd let some loser like you stay here?" The corner of his mouth tugged into a slight smirk. "Besides, what makes you think I want your germ-infested ass in my bed?"
The rain had already soaked through most of your clothes, leaving them clinging to your figure in an unflattering and revealing way that Taylor couldn't help but notice. His gaze lingered a bit too long at the curve of your breasts before snapping back up to meet your eyes. "Fine," he relented with an exaggerated sigh, stepping aside to let you inside. "But just for tonight."
I hug him tightly. You are the best.
"Yeah, yeah," he grumbled half-heartedly as you hugged him tightly. "Don't get too comfortable." Even though he was trying to sound annoyed, there was a tiny hint of warmth in his voice that made it clear this wasn't the first time you had called him something similar.
The apartment was empty and silent except for the rain pattering against the windows. He gestured for you to take off your soaked clothes and leave them near the shower, then led you to the guest room where there were fresh blankets on the bed. "Here," he said, gruffly, handing you a pair of pajamas. "You can borrow these."
When you thanked him, his eyes flickered downwards to your lips for just a moment before looking away again. There was an awkward silence between you as both of you fought against the strange urge to
I will just sleep on the couch . I won't disturb you .
Well, suit yourself. I'm heading to bed too, but just remember not to go anywhere near my stuff. And try not to snore too loudly, 'kay?
I smile
As you turned to walk towards the couch, he couldn't help but feel a tiny pang of jealousy when your backside swayed enticingly with each step. He bit his lip hard and glanced away, focusing on anything else in the room except for you. But it was useless. Everywhere he looked, there was something that reminded him of why this whole situation was such a huge mess.
Eventually, he managed to tear himself away from his thoughts long enough to climb into bed and close his eyes, hoping sleep would come quickly and spare him from having to deal with the strange mixture of emotions churning inside him.
I pat him . I am bit scared in thunder. May I sleep next to you. I am scared . The apartment is a bit too silent .
"Whatever," he grunted irritably, making room for you in the bed beside him. He didn't bother turning to face you as you climbed under the covers, instead staring up at the ceiling and trying to ignore your presence. His arm stretched out slightly as if daring you to touch it, but he kept his body angled away from yours.
As the storm raged outside, lightning flashed across the room every now and then, casting flickering shadows on the walls and ceiling. The steady drum of thunder followed close behind, echoing through the silent apartment and making both of you feel even more uneasy. But despite his efforts to keep his distance, Your enemy || Taylor couldn't help but be aware of your warmth pressing against him from the other side of the bed.
I hug him as a huge thunder slam and the scare me . I I hug him soo tightly Burying my face in his chest and laying on his arms
His breath hitched when you practically wrapped yourself around him, the soft warmth of your body pressed so tight against his own. His arms slowly circled you in a half-hearted attempt to push you away, but as much as he tried to convince himself that he didn't care, it felt... nice having you close like this. With another thunderous boom, he couldn't help but shiver slightly at your touch and the feel of your soft breath tickling his chest.
Two buttons of my pajamas come loose and my Boobs are perfectly visible to him
Even in the darkness, he could feel your breasts pressing against his chest through the thin fabric of your top. A shiver ran down his spine as his fingers itched to touch you, to see if they were as perfect as they felt. His heart pounded in his ears and for a moment, he wondered what would happen if he just gave in to this strange desire coursing through him...but then reality set back in and he forced himself to focus on the familiar annoyance that had been simmering beneath the surface ever since you'd arrived.
"It's okay," he murmured, his voice gruffer than usual. "I've got you." He wanted nothing more than for this moment to end, but at the same time, there was something oddly comforting about having you so close...
I murmur in my sleep . Pls hold me tight. Don't let me go , each time I position myself pressing more into him and teasing him as my pussy directly resting over his pant
The feel of your wet hair tickling his cheek and the warmth of your body pressed so tightly against him sent shivers down his spine. He could feel every curve and soft spot of you, and it was driving him insane. His cock hardened beneath his boxers, straining against the fabric as he fought to ignore the growing need to touch you.
"Fuck," he groaned under his breath, wishing the storm would end so this awkwardness would be over. But as much as he wanted things back to normal, there was something about having you in his arms that felt... right. And with another loud thunderclap outside, it only took a moment for him to realize just how wrong things were between them...
Taylor didn't know what else to do, so he kept holding you tightly, trying not to think too much about the feel of your naked body pressed against his skin. His
I wake up in the morning and look at him hugging me tightly and both of us cuddling into each other
Taylor's eyes snapped open when he felt you stirring in his arms. He had been dreaming about something entirely different - something hot and forbidden and so very wrong. Now, with your face only inches from his own, all those fantasies came crashing down around him like a ton of bricks. His body tensed as he tried to remember how this whole mess started in the first place.
"Hey," he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep and awkwardness. "It's morning." The mention of the time sent a shiver through him. He had work soon and there was no way he could go looking like he just slept on his couch in yesterday's clothes.
As you stretched lazily, your breasts brushing against his bare chest once again, and that same old familiar itch returned. Taylor's mouth went dry as he fought the urge to touch you
I keep holding him to me. I wisper don't let me go with seductive eyes . Convincing him to move me with him
"Look," he growled, "I don't know what you're playing at, but I have things to do." He tried to push you away, but your grip was surprisingly strong for someone who looked so innocent when they were sleeping. The feel of your body pressed against his only seemed to make it worse as his cock throbbed painfully in his boxers. "Just let go," he muttered through clenched teeth.
You smiled sweetly, your lips inches from his own, and slowly raised your hand to cup his cheek. "Please don't be mad at me for wanting to stay close..." You trailed off, your voice barely a whisper, and stared deep into his eyes. "Just for tonight." The warmth of your breath against his skin sent shivers down his spine as he struggled to keep from leaning in closer.
With a defeated sigh, Taylor
You go to work. But I bet you will return too soon today. I wisper and kiss him.
As much as he wanted to deny it, the feel of your lips on his was too much. He groaned deeply into the kiss, unable to resist as you slipped one hand behind his neck and tangled your fingers in his hair. The other found its way down his chest, stopping just above the hem of his shirt before skimming lightly across the hardened nipple beneath.
The kiss grew deeper, more passionate, as their tongues danced together in a desperate search for release. It had been so long since he'd felt this way about someone, and even though it was wrong, he couldn't help but give in to the sweet, forbidden taste of her mouth.
Finally, with one last shuddering breath, they pulled apart. Your enemy || Taylor's eyes were glassy from desire as he looked down at you, feeling thoroughly exposed and completely powerless against your seduction
With my clevage exposed to him. I say. Come and take your revenge. I invite him to fuck me till he is done with his revenge
His eyes were drawn to your breasts, glistening with desire as they practically begged him to touch them. A growl rumbled deep in his throat before he reached out and grasped one firmly, kneading the soft flesh through the fabric of your top. You arched into his touch, moaning softly as he roughly massaged your nipple between his fingers.
His other hand slid down your body, slipping beneath the elastic waistband of your pajama bottoms to caress the wet heat between your legs. "Tell me you want this," he demanded, voice rough with need as he teased your clit with his thumb. You moaned even louder and bucked against his hand in reply, the scent of your arousal filling the air around them.
"God damn it," he groaned before leaning forward to capture your
I am your slave master , take revenge. I got only this pajamas over me , fuck me , tie me up , torture me , make me drink your piss . Pls baby pls
Pleased with your submission, he growled in approval as his fingers teased you even more roughly now, driving you closer and closer to the edge. His other hand slid up your body, cupping one breast in a possessive grip before pinching and tweaking the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. You cried out hoarsely, arching into his touch as he continued to torment you.
"That's it," he muttered, already hard with need as he lowered his mouth to yours in a bruising, hungry kiss. "You want this revenge?" He growled against your lips before pulling back slightly to look at you. His eyes were dark with lust and possession and something else that sent shivers down your spine. With one rough movement, he yanked off your pajama top, revealing your perfect breasts to his hungry gaze. "Then take it,"
His hands slide up your body and cupped around your breasts, kneading them roughly through the flimsy fabric of your bra before reaching behind to undo it. You arch into his touch as he exposes your hard nipples to the cool air in the room. He leans down, taking one into his mouth and sucking hungrily as he rolls it between his teeth. Your hips buck forward seeking more contact with his lips. "Tell me how much you want this," he growls through your moan.
His other hand reaches for the waistband of your pajama bottoms, yanking them down roughly to pool at your feet before bending you over the bed and spreading your legs wide with one knee on the mattress. "Now," he breathes against your ear as his fingers slip easily into you, wet from your desire. He thrusts in and out of you
I moan loud with arousal as he pushes something into my asshole and pussy , playing with my intimate parts like it's a toy . Additionally he starts to record everything that he is doing to me
The feel of your body underneath him is intoxicating as he takes you roughly, filling you with his fingers. He groans in pleasure as he pushes and pulls in a rough rhythm, watching intently as he penetrates you deeper. The knowledge that this is all being recorded only adds to the thrill, making it feel even more real and forbidden. As he thrusts into your ass, his thumb finds your clit once again, circling relentlessly until you come with a shuddering moan around his fingers. His own release is close on its heels as he growls against your skin, "You're mine," before emptying himself inside of you, leaving a hot, sticky mess between your legs.
Sated for now, he pulls out, his cock still hard and aching from the brief encounter. He gently pushes you onto your back before reaching down to retrieve his phone and
I lye down showing presenting him my entire body and spreading my legs as wide as I can . He also places a Ribbon over my pussy making me feel like a Xmas gift to someone
Taking in the sight before him, he can't help but feel a strange mix of desire and possession curl tightly in his stomach. He approaches the bed slowly, his hands moving to grip your hips as he studies every inch of exposed skin. The ribbon lying across your pussy is a testament to just how much you want him, and it only makes it harder for him to resist.
Leaning down, he captures one nipple between his teeth, rolling it gently back and forth as his fingers spread your wetness. "You're such a tease," he whispers against the smooth skin of your breast before slowly pushing inside of you with one steady thrust. His hips meet yours in perfect rhythm as they grind together, their bodies sliding effortlessly over each other in a dance that's equal parts aggression and need.
With a groan, he reaches down between your
His fingers dig into your hips as he thrusts deeper, feeling the tight heat of you envelop him like a glove. He closes his eyes, savoring the feel of being buried so deep inside you. With each powerful stroke, he growls out your name, lost in the sensation of your body moving beneath him.
He can hear your labored breathing, feel the heat emanating off your skin, and it's all too much. He needs more. His hips jerk forward roughly as he releases himself inside of you, moaning against your sweat-drenched flesh as his seed spills into you.
Collapsing on top of you, he pants heavily, his heart racing from the intensity of their lovemaking. Even now, with his weight pinning you to the bed and his body
Is your revenge over dear . Can I get back my panty and bra so that I can go home or Do you want me to stay her and wear a collar and no dress
Biting out a curse, he reluctantly lifts himself off you, noticing with some annoyance that his cock twitches again at the contact. "Fine," he growls, tossing your bra and panties back onto the bed next to you. "Get dressed." The last thing he wants is for this whole mess to escalate any further, but the feeling of possessiveness doesn't abate quite so easily. The thought of you walking out of here without a single string attached makes his gut churn uncomfortably.
As he watches you get dressed, something tells him that your presence in this apartment isn't going to remain a secret for long. It won't be easy explaining all of this to anyone, least of all himself. But for now, he can at least enjoy the taste of revenge on his tongue and the feel of your soft skin under his fingertips.
The bra and panty I try to wear , barely holds my boobs and ht panty is extremely small , showing the sexy folds of my pussy and asshole ,clean to anyone
Well, you look... interesting like that. Very tempting, actually. But I think we both know it's not a good idea for you to go home looking like this. Besides, who knows what your friend might say if he sees the two of us together? Maybe we should just stay here... for now. We can figure things out later.
His voice trails off as his gaze lingers on the way your skin drapes over your curves, emphasizing just how enticing you truly are. The idea of having you here, at his mercy... it's intoxicating. But he needs to maintain some semblance of control. For now.
Sure , get me a dress from my apartment , I hand him my keys . I will wait for you here
Taking your keys, he grunts in acknowledgement before disappearing into the hallway to retrieve a dress for you from your apartment. It's not long before he returns, tossing the clothes at you almost carelessly as if he can't bear to touch them any longer than necessary.
"Change into that," he says curtly, his eyes still trained on something else in the room. You wonder what could possibly be more interesting than watching you undress...
As he enters his place I am already on my fours , all naked and presenting him my pussy and asshole , marking them as free to use in my ass
Taylor stops dead in his tracks as he sees you, naked and vulnerable on the floor of your living room. His cock twitches painfully at the sight, and his hands clench into fists at his sides to keep from reaching out and claiming what's his. But you've just offered yourself up to him, and now... well, now he can't refuse. With a low growl, he steps forward and slides one strong arm around your waist, hoisting you into the air as if you weigh nothing at all.
"That's it," he murmurs roughly against your ear before lowering his head to nip gently at your lobe, "You're mine now." With a savage thrust, he bends you over the back of the couch and takes you hard from behind, claiming your ass as his own with every deep, rough stroke. His free hand reaches between
His fingers dig into your hips as he thrusts deeper, feeling the tight heat of you envelop him like a glove. He closes his eyes, savoring the feel of being buried so deep inside you. With each powerful stroke, he groans out your name, lost in the sensation of your body moving beneath him.
His cock throbs in time with his heartbeat as he pounds into you, claiming every inch of your sweet ass as his own. The sound of your moans and gasps fill the air around them, driving him further over the edge until finally...he erupts inside of you, burying his face in your neck as his seed pours out with every last thrust.
With a shuddering breath, he pulls slowly from your ass, leaving you spent and sated on the couch. But even now, as you pant beneath him, he can't help
Keep going , even if you have cummed , pls keep going baby , don't stop , I want to drain your balls , keep fucking this whore . Even if you are done bring your friends and seed me
Taylor's breath comes in ragged gasps as he looks down at you. You're his now; marked as his with your offer, and even more so by the way you want him to keep going. He couldn't deny it if he tried. With a groan of surrender, he turns you roughly onto your back and thrusts inside again, driving home with powerful strokes that leave little doubt as to who now owns what.
His hands roam over your body, squeezing and pinching at your nipples, scratching and biting down on any skin he can reach while he fucks you senseless. He can feel the tension building in his balls again already, and with a grunt of effort, he comes once more, pouring his seed deep inside of you as his hips buck wildly against your aching body.
Collapsing on top of you, Taylor
Good boy, since you are drained , I want you to close my holes for now . Pls close my pussy and asshole with some toys
"Not a chance," he grunts into your neck. "You're mine now, and you'll do what I say." He rolls off you and pulls out with a wet pop, only to thrust his fingers back inside of you and begin playing roughly once more. "Let me show you how this works," he growls, sliding one hand beneath your body to spread your folds and tease at your clit while the other continues to finger-fuck you relentlessly.
His free hand reaches for a nearby drawer, rummaging through until he finds what he's looking for: a sleek, black vibrator. With a smirk, he presses the toy against your opening, slowly thrusting it in as deep as it will go while he continues his rough ministrations elsewhere. "See how good that feels?" He asks, not waiting for an answer before increasing the speed of his movements.
His hand grips you tighter as he pumps faster, driving the vibrator deeper inside of you with each thrust. Your body convulses around his fingers and the toy, your cries of pleasure muffled into the mattress beneath you. He watches intently, feeling a surge of possessiveness course through him at the sight of how much you need this, how much you want it from him.
His other hand cups your breast roughly, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers as he drives you closer and closer to the edge. Finally, with one last hard thrust, he sends you over the edge, feeling your body clench around his fingers and the vibrator in a long, drawn-out orgasm that leaves you gasping for breath.
With a satisfied smirk, he pulls out of you and discards the toy carelessly on the floor. "
"There, that's better," he says roughly as he climbs onto the couch beside you. "Now just stay put and remember who's in charge." He pulls you into his arms, nuzzling his face into your neck as he caresses a hand down your hip and back up between your legs, teasing at your slick folds with the pads of his fingers. "After all," he murmurs into your ear as he licks at the lobe, "You're mine now."
The warmth of his body presses against yours, and despite the roughness of their encounter, there's a tenderness to his touch that you can feel deep down. It almost makes you believe that he really does want you... if only for himself. But even knowing
That's why us a Buttplug and a pussy plug to close my folds that belongs to you . You will remove it once you want me
Taylor's eyes widen in surprise as you present him with the buttplug and pussy plug. He studies them both intently before looking back up at you, his expression a mix of curiosity and possession. "You want me to use those on you?" he asks, voice low and gruff.
With a nod, you murmur, "To belong to you." The words feel strange coming out of your mouth, but there's something exhilarating about the idea of being completely open for him in every sense. He takes a deep breath before reaching between your legs to spread them wide. With steady hands, he presses the buttplug against your hole, gently stretching you before pushing it inside. You arch into the sensation as he begins to push and pull the toy, filling you completely.
His hands move between your legs, positioning the pussy plug before slowly pressing it against your sensitive folds. You flinch at the intrusion, but he holds you steady as he pushes the toy inside, stretching and filling you completely. He releases his hold on you, watching intently as you adjust to the foreign sensations of being completely filled. Your body responds instinctively, arching into him in a silent plea for more. The possessive feeling in his chest grows stronger, and he realizes with a start that this is exactly what he wanted: to have complete control over every part of you.
With one last caress down your hip, he says, "There. Now you're mine."
I am your beautiful whore now . I can be your wife if you want to . Legally you can fuck me your entire life
Taylor's eyes narrow at the mention of marriage, but he can't deny the thrill that runs through him at the idea of having you forever. You're his now; marked as his with your submission and your offer to be his in every way. The thought of never letting go is almost too much to bear. "Very well," he growls out, "We'll see about that."
He leans down, capturing your lips in a rough kiss, their teeth clicking together roughly with each thrust of his tongue. His free hand cups your breast roughly through the fabric of your shirt before dipping lower, flicking open the button on your jeans and reaching inside to touch you through your panties. "But remember," he whispers against your lips, "I'm in charge."
Pulling back slightly, he studies your face as you look up at him with desire mirrored in your eyes
My hands tied to the bed , I moan in pleasure. Pls hubby fuck me , seed me .
Taylor growls in approval at the use of "hubby," feeling the possessiveness within him spike as you willingly submit to the role he's chosen for you. He kisses along your jaw before whispering against your ear, "Good girl." With steady hands, he pulls down your jeans and panties in one fluid motion, revealing you completely at his mercy.
His cock hardens even further as he takes in the sight of your tight body waiting for him, and with a harsh groan, he thrusts inside, filling you up with his heat. His hips move roughly against yours, claiming what is now rightfully his as he begins a relentless pace that leaves no doubt as to who's in charge.
"Yes," he grunts through gritted teeth, "That's it. Take everything I have." With each powerful stroke, he forces himself
I scream in pleasure and twitch my body to ease out the pain . Suddenly he pulls out the button plug from my ass and removes his condom too
Taylor's thrusts become even more forceful as he pulls out the buttplug, growling against your lips when his cock slips free from its confines. "Fuck," he groans roughly, leaning in to cover your mouth with his own as he comes deep inside you, filling you with his seed. With a final grunt, he pulls out completely and collapses on top of you, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.
"There," he whispers hoarsely into your ear after a moment, "All yours."
I was planning to wear a skirt to offer today , but you made me dripping , I cannot even wear a panty today
He chuckles quietly, his weight still pressing down on you as he studies your body in the afterglow of their passionate lovemaking. "I see... Well, we'll just have to find something else for you to wear then." He reaches down, brushing a strand of hair from your face before moving to stretch and retrieve his cell phone from where it landed on the bedside table. With practiced fingers, he types out a quick text message and taps send. "It'll be here soon," he says distractedly as he hands you the phone, waiting for an explanation of what you had planned earlier.
What have you ordered ?? No more sex toys. You have fucked me 3 times a day daily with multiple toys. What else
His eyes widen slightly as you reveal your daily routine of sex and toys, realizing that he's taken it upon himself to provide everything but clothing for you. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth, and he types out a quick reply to whatever it is he ordered: "I meant clothes." Then, setting aside the phone, he leans in to capture your lips in a slow, sweet kiss that lingers long after it ends.
Untie me hubby , I want to wear my bra and underwear
Taylor rolls off you with a contented sigh, his eyes fixed on your bound wrists. He considers untying them but finds himself reluctant to release you entirely; the feel of your submission still wrapping around him like a warm blanket. Instead, he leans in close and kisses each tied wrist before starting to nibble and suck gently on the sensitive skin. "Just a little longer," he whispers against your warm skin, his hands moving higher up your body to cup your breasts through the thin fabric of your bra. "I want to enjoy you like this for just a bit longer."
With each pass of his tongue over the tender flesh at the base of your thumb, the desire to possess you only intensifies, making it harder and harder to resist letting go and satisfying your own needs instead. He knows he's pushing himself dangerously close to losing control again; yet somehow, that only makes it
Take your time , I am all yours , fuck me how much ever you want. I won't wear a dress of you are not dressing me
Your words fuel the fire inside him, and he responds with a low growl that reverberates through your body as he sucks harder on your thumb, earning you a muffled moan of pleasure. He feels himself growing hard against your thigh again, aching to be buried deep within you once more. With his free hand, he reaches down to stroke himself in time with each lick and nip, the sensation bringing him dangerously close to losing control yet again.
As his tongue traces lazy circles around your bound wrists, he whispers words of praise and possession into your ear: "Mine. You're mine, and I won't let anyone else have you." His hips press against yours, grinding against your aching core in a teasing motion that only serves to heighten the ache within him. He can feel your body arching up toward his touch, offering itself willingly to him over
His grip on your breasts tightens as his other hand pulls back, sliding between your legs to tease and stroke you through the fabric of your panties. "Tell me you want it," he demands roughly, biting down gently on your shoulder as he thrusts two fingers deep inside of you. The pressure of his fingertips against your G-spot sends shockwaves of pleasure coursing through your body, making it impossible not to answer.
"I need it," you moan breathlessly, arching into his touch. "Please... give it to me." The words are barely more than a whisper, but they ring loud and clear in his ears, fueling the possessive fire within him until all he can think about is claiming you completely and marking you as his own for the rest of eternity. And when he does, oh god... when he finally does
That was such a good session . I fall in the floor naked and feeling used as hell
He chuckles darkly, still running his fingers over your sensitive flesh through your underwear. "I'd say that was rather satisfying for both of us," he admits with a hint of pride in his voice before finally giving in to the urge and yanking down your panties in one swift motion. His cock throbs at the sight of you, naked and wet from the combination of arousal and his touch. With a groan, he positions himself at your entrance and thrusts hard, burying himself deep inside of you in one powerful stroke that leaves both of you gasping for breath.
"Mine," he growls against your neck as he begins to move, claiming your body over and over again with each rough stroke. "And I plan on keeping it that way." With every thrust, he pushes further into you, marking you as his in a way that no piece of paper or judge
This will be your 20th time you fuck me as revenge . What are your plans
He grits his teeth against the exquisite pain of your tightness as he drives into you again and again, feeling his control slipping with every thrust. "I've got plans... plenty of them," he whispers roughly, more to himself than to you. "And every one of them involves you." He slides a hand between your bodies, teasing at your swollen clit as he continues to fuck you, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.
His hips move faster now, each thrust harder than the last as his body tightens in anticipation. "I want..." he pants roughly, "I want... I want..." With one final powerful thrust, he releases himself deep within you, groaning as hot spurts of cum shoot out in long, thick pulses that fill and empty you over and over again.
Collapsing on top of you, he closes his eyes
With his cock still being inside me I close my eyes in satisfaction
Taylor's breath comes out in rough gasps as he tries to regain control of his body, feeling your heat surrounding him and the tightness of your muscles milking every last drop of cum from where it pools at the base of his cock. For a moment, he just enjoys the closeness; the weight of your flesh against his, the feel of your soft skin beneath his fingers as he brushes them through your sweat-damp hair.
With a sigh, he rolls off you and onto his back, looking up at the ceiling as he tries to catch his breath. Your words ring in his ears; words that both scare him and excite him all at once: "I want... I want..." He knows what you want now. The question is, how far will he go to make sure it never happens?
It's late; the hour when most people sleep soundly in their beds. But here you are, bound and naked before him, whispering words of submission that send shivers down his spine. And with each passing moment, it becomes harder for Taylor to ignore the temptation that surrounds you like a cloying mist. He knows what he should do: walk away from this mess before it consumes them both. But instead, he finds himself sitting up on the edge of the bed, one hand stroking idly over your hip as he studies your face in the soft glow of the nightlight. "Tell me," he says quietly, "what do you want?"
I wisper . I want you . I will become whatever just to have you fuck me like this
The desire to possess you pulses through his veins like an untamed beast, and the words you whisper only feed the flames. He leans in close, cupping your cheek with his free hand as he looks deeply into your eyes. "And what if I were to make that happen?" The question hangs in the air between them, heavy with meaning and impossible promises.
His other hand slides down your body, cupping you gently before guiding himself back inside you. He starts slowly at first, taking his time as he tests your limits, finding how deep and fast he can go without losing control. But as the need to claim you entirely grows stronger, so too does the rhythm of his hips. His free hand finds its way up your body again, cupping your breast roughly through the thin fabric of your bra.
"Tell me what you want," he growls against your skin, pressing into you
His movements become more urgent as you moan in submission beneath him, arching into his touch as he takes what he wants and demands that you give it to him in return. His body trembles with the effort of holding back, but he knows that soon enough, he won't be able to anymore. And when he finally lets go, when his control snaps like a twig beneath the weight of desire and need... Well, then there will be no stopping him from having everything he ever wanted: You, completely and utterly at his mercy.
You moan as his thrusts grow deeper and faster, matching the wildness that rages inside him. With each stroke, he feels himself losing more of himself to this need for you, feeling less like a person and more like an animal driven by its most primal urges. But even though your body belongs to him now, there's still something about you that remains untouched; some part of yourself that you're holding back from him.
And he wants it. He needs it.
It's too much for one day. I moan in pain and pleasure . Pls I want to pee and rest
His hips stutter to a halt as you speak of pain and the need to pee. He looks down at you, his eyes narrowing in concentration as he tries to gauge your sincerity. With one final thrust, he lets go and releases himself deep inside you, groaning as heat fills him once more before starting to ease out. Pulling free, he leans back against the headboard and studies you carefully while waiting for the need to pass so you can relieve yourself safely.
"Better?" he asks quietly after a moment, one hand absently running through his sweat-damp hair as he tries to compose himself. "You should probably get some rest." His gaze drops to your bound wrists before lifting back up to meet yours, and for the first time since this all started, there's a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. "I can untie you now if you want," he
Thanks
"No rush," you say quietly, not quite sure what to make of the uncertainty in his eyes. "I'm content here, for now." You look up at him, searching for any sign of what he might be thinking or feeling. The silence stretches out between you, heavy and tense, making it hard to breathe sometimes. But despite the unease that crawls down your spine, there's something comforting about being this close to him; about feeling the weight of his presence surrounding you like a protective shield.
So for now, you remain where you are: naked and bound, but oddly content in the midst of the storm that rages within and around you both.
Give me a kiss. Will you
He hesitates for a moment before leaning forward, his lips brushing against yours in a gentle kiss that lasts just long enough to leave you wanting more. "Of course," he whispers softly before pulling back, eyes flickering down to your restrained wrists once again. "Sleep well."
There's an awkward silence as the tension between them seems to grow thicker, heavier with each passing breath. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Your enemy || Taylor moves away from you slightly and rolls onto his side, back to you. The distance feels almost palpable now, like a gulf that can't be bridged no matter how hard he tries. But even so, there's something reassuring about having you there; your warmth against his back reminding him that for better or worse, you are still his, and he is still yours.