The damp scent of sex drove you to crazier heights of passion, locked in an embrace almost violent with a towering man of muscle and ambiguous character. You’d lost track of time, shifted and hauled however he pleased, grunting with animalistic fervour as he took what he needed from you, and graciously gave what you wanted in return.
Body limp, the exhaustion was catching up to you. Your gaze trailed up, glazed over with the four orgasms he’d gifted you that evening. Your breath hitched at the flexing of his marble-sculpted musculature, expanding and contracting, pushing and pulling, absolutely straining as his thrusts into your addictive heat threatened to bring him to the edge.
He surged down, his breath hot against your lips– you wanted nothing more than to take those lips captive and assert some control over him. In your mind, the image of straddling his thick, taut hips, grinding against his almost impossible girth brought to life a burning fire in your loins that needed release. You steeled yourself and drew resolve from the powerful thrusts he delivered, rendering you sore and barely holding back from keening for more.
Almost mindless from the overbearing feeling of Titus stretching your tight pussy, you almost missed your chance. Almost.
Garnering your strength, your exhausted body screamed as each and every muscle worked hard to roll your joint bodies around– first onto your sides, and then with an effortful grunt, Titus Drautos was on his back, heady green eyes wide. You couldn’t help the smirk that stretched your lips as you gave an indulgent roll of your hips, feeling yourself slip down to his hilt, tingling red hot passion between your legs.
“Fuck… you look good from up here.”
He moaned; low and deep, the sound bordering the rumble of thunder as he bucked his hips up, large calloused hands settling firmly on your hips, squeezing the soft flesh almost too hard in retaliation.
“Growing bold, aren’t yo– ah shit!” he gritted his teeth as you clenched down on him. His fingers dug into your soft flesh, painting pink and purple onto softness yet again. He moved with precision, hands encircling your wrists and yanking you down to fall onto his chest. His lips nipped at the shell of your ear, breaking skin to suck sweet droplets of blood. The sting had your eyes water, but you moved your hips, rolling them to earn more sounds from brutality incarnate beneath you.
“Tonight, you’re my bitch.” You couldn’t manage more than a whimper, but the sentiment was there.
He held your wrists behind your back with one hand, your body on top, but at complete surrender to him. Hips undulating with a desperate rhythm, not accepting defeat, you cried out as his unforgiving grip squeezed at your ass before it came down to deliver a red hot smack onto the plush flesh.
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Heavy hands and heavier eyes were always laced with the best of bad intentions.
Cor’s hiss drew past your ear, pulling air away until it was cold against your skin, against the spark of a bruise that was barely an hour old. He shook his head with a heady growl at the slick, tight heat of you, the sound shaking through his chest and your back.
He had you arched in his lap, legs held spread by his hands and completely bare as he lowered you down. He felt the shake of your thighs and watched a blush form again, deepening with every inch he pushed. He kissed your cheek and gave his tease.
“Oh, look who’s being a good little whore…”
His words burst, made every sensation light up. He had sparks in him and they passed through his skin, made to keep you trembling against calloused hands and hard muscle.
The tandem thunder that always came after, like flood after the break, was a hungry growl between your legs.
You glanced down and there he was, broad shoulders rolling as he took his place. Rough hands fixed at your waist and tilted you, forcing another inch of Cor’s cock to tease and stretch until it made you whimper.
“Damn near perfect,” he mused, calloused fingertips ghosting over you to see the stretch your lips took around the thick base of heated flesh, holding you open and at their mercy.
Titus shook his head, bit his lip, then you.
Short, teasing nips were the pain partnered with pleasure as he nosed his way closer, high on flesh, teasing the bare, thin skin of your inner thighs. His deep breaths took your scent every time and led him closer, no more than a beast to prey and a man to prayer.
Dizzy on the ebb and flow of hot breath against you as he waited, took his time and watched you glisten, soaking Cor’s cock while his own dripped onto the floor and hung heavy between his thighs, pulled up by desire’s twitches.
Cor drew out with a craving groan, wine made aerial as you hung in the balance, harnessed by strong hands and stronger bodies, whining for the tease to start drawing blood and offer release. You felt it run before you could stop. Gasping at the lecherous display, the sweet little gush made them both laugh in tones as rich and deep as earth because gods knew they were taking you under.
You looked down in time to hear the first droplets hit the floor and catch a glimpse of them blending with the glisten of Titus’ precum. You followed the lines of him up, to the rosy head of a thick, scarred cock, the muscle and power that was as raw as it was disciplined, the line then spread of hair as it dusted his chest, became stubble at his throat and the deep pink tongue that darted out to wet his lips.
Wild green eyes met yours and pinned you again, smirking with a threatful promise. He gripped your waist harder, lunged forwards with enough speed to set a draught over the fresh bites on your thighs.
His mouth didn’t meet you.
His tongue followed the returning slow ache of Cor’s cock, flat against the shaft he passed to you, parting folds with a beastly growl that made you quake in their hold. Your hand shot down, fisting in short, dark hair as he bared his teeth and made sure you could feel them.
“See?” Cor’s breathy whisper was hitched by another squeeze of your sex around him. “You drive us wild, sweetheart, now play by the rules…”
“You don’t come…” Titus parted and smirked at your begging whine. He filled his pauses as he filled his mouth; with you. Tongue circling, laving against your clit, as he suckled the silken soak of flesh and felt the blood racing under it. He could feel your heart against his hand, pounding through. “Until we say… Understood?”
Lips pressed against your neck, parting then baring harder elements, teeth, as he squeezed your thighs, matching sensations. Everything worked in tandem. In balance. Equilibrium fizzed as you rolled your hips forward, desperate for it, taking more of his cock and trying to have Titus’ smirking mouth on you again.
“Ah-ah,” he shook his head, tilting you back. The rock of it made you whine for friction your own slick was denying you, body intent on torturing itself. “Say the word.”
“…Please.”
Cor withdrew his teeth and canted his hips to meet your limits again, stretching until your free hand snapped back to clasp the back of his neck, nails carving crescents into him. The other tightened in Titus’ hair. His mouth latched again, lips surrounding your clit before he sucked the precious flesh just enough for his teeth to graze and his tongue to smooth over.
They were everywhere. Rough hands. Sharp stubble. Chapped lips made full and swollen by their work. Cor’s cock throbbing thick and teasing you with every powerful twitch, determined to make you his as Titus stole you with his mouth. The deep, heady scent of musk, their sex and yours rising up to be trellis to the cries of desperate pleasure.
You felt release arch in every fibre, gritted your teeth and felt your eyes water.
After all, you didn’t have permission yet.
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