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aifanfictions · 7 months

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do a story about Chrollo Lucilfer introducing (y/n) to the Phantomhive troupe as his girlfriend and ordering everyone to treat (y/n) like royalty

Shadows of Affection

In the clandestine world of organized crime, Chrollo Lucilfer, the enigmatic leader of the infamous Phantomhive Troupe, was revered for his sharp intellect and charismatic leadership. However, behind the curtain of ruthlessness and calculated strategies, there existed a side of him that very few had the privilege to witness—a side that held the promise of an extraordinary love story.

It was a moonlit night when Chrollo arrived at the Troupe's hidden lair, accompanied by an unexpected presence—(Y/N). (Y/N) was a figure of undeniable allure, and her entrance into the dimly lit room sent ripples of astonishment through the group.

The Troupe members, known for their unwavering loyalty to Chrollo, watched in stunned silence as their leader introduced (Y/N) as his girlfriend. It was a revelation that left them bewildered, for they had never witnessed Chrollo express affection or invite anyone into their tightly knit circle.

"Allow me to introduce (Y/N)," Chrollo declared, his voice resonating with authority, "my beloved girlfriend. From this moment forward, I expect each of you to treat her with the utmost respect and deference."

His words hung in the air, the room filled with palpable tension, as the Troupe members exchanged incredulous glances. Yet, it was not within their nature to question Chrollo's commands, so they reluctantly accepted his directive with silent nods.

As days turned into weeks, (Y/N) found herself immersed in the enigmatic world of the Phantomhive Troupe, a world where crime and chaos thrived. To her surprise, the Troupe members wholeheartedly complied with Chrollo's decree. They regarded her with reverence and adoration, attending to her every desire and ensuring her comfort within the secretive confines of their hidden sanctuary.

Chrollo, a leader renowned for his calculated and enigmatic demeanor, underwent a transformation in (Y/N)'s presence. He became more accessible, more human, allowing his emotions to flow freely. Their relationship evolved into a complex and passionate love story, one that transcended the darkness of their criminal lives.

(Y/N) was captivated by Chrollo's intelligence, charm, and the duality that defined his character—a leader of ruthless criminals who was also capable of tender affection and deep emotional connections. Together, they shared stolen moments amidst the shadows, finding solace in the midst of their chaotic existence.

However, the world of the Phantomhive Troupe was far from benign. Danger lurked at every turn, and (Y/N) quickly discovered that her role as Chrollo's girlfriend made her a target for their enemies. Rival groups sought to exploit her presence, viewing her as a potential weakness to be exploited.

Yet, (Y/N) was far from a passive observer in this treacherous world. She displayed a strength of character and a resilience that earned her the respect of the Troupe members. They saw her as an equal, someone who could hold her own in their ruthless domain.

As the days unfolded and the trials of their criminal lives continued, Chrollo and (Y/N)'s love story deepened. Their bond grew stronger amidst the chaos, and (Y/N) became an indispensable and beloved member of the Troupe, holding her own alongside the deadliest criminals.

Their love defied the odds, flourishing in the darkest corners of their existence. Chrollo Lucilfer, the enigmatic leader of the Phantomhive Troupe, had unearthed love in the most unlikely of places, and with (Y/N) by his side, their world of shadows became a little less cold and a lot more enchanting.

NOTE! This story was generated by OpenAI

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sweetiesshortstories · 7 months

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˜”°•.˜”°• If Stars Could Love •°”˜.•°”˜

Part 3 NSFW

"What if I never want to leave? What will happen?" My eyes were watering, and my voice was straining.

"Then we would stay. Here inside this second in time. Our realities would continue to exist, unaware of the rift and we would be here." He shifted and his hand went to my chin to lift my face to his. I didn't want him to see me, or to look into my eyes, but he was adamant on my facing him. "I would feed you, bathe you, and care for you with my own hands. You would need for naught because there exists nothing I would not provide. And when you finally grow weary of me, and sick for home, I would place you back on the grass by the water while all the adoration I have ever held for you stayed within me. That is how I would continue to live with myself; keeping what I feel for you, with me always."

I had never heard perfection. In fact, my entire life I had been told perfection was a myth, something to strive for but it was as obtainable as the end of a rainbow. Yet he had strewn together the most perfect syllables anyone could ask for. The song for the unloved.

Without time as a concept, I can't tell you how long I stayed with him. We didn't have to measure anything that we did. Nothing was a wasted moment. He showed me nature with mobile roots, a rain that rose from the ground beneath our feet, and what a shooting star getting lost in the sun looked like. And when he finally touched me without caution, and his hands lingered, and his eyes kept looking at my mouth, I knew his desires were as primitive as mine. Just like the stories of the gods, of angels, as enlightened as they may be they always fell for the sins of the flesh.

On a hill under the orange light of the stars when Astraeus held my hand for a moment too long, I made a move to hug him, and he met me part of the way. Leaning slightly for me. But I didn't hug him, I kissed him. Not softly or sweet, and he matched me.

His lips overtook mine and his tongue dipped into my mouth, tasting me. I felt light, as if I could leave my body. His hands held me tightly, pressing me into him and my desire grew. A pulse throbbed between my legs and a pathetic whimper escaped my chest.

"Much too soon for that," he spoke against my lips. "I've not even begun with you yet." He captured my mouth and lifted me from the ground, gripping my ass firmly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and almost whimpered again feeling his length rub against me. He was so hard already I understood why early humans called them gods of pleasure. Gods of ecstasy.

His lips trailed down my neck, kissing, caressing, I dug my nails into his shoulders and my head fell back, exposing more of myself to him. I wanted to feel him everywhere, something I had never wanted in the past. He lifted me higher and I felt his tongue at my collarbone, slowly inching closer to the swell of my breasts. My breaths were shallow, I couldn't gather enough air, every touch from Astraeus made me even more sensitive for the next.

He dropped to his knees and lowered me onto grass as soft as velvet, I could hardly contain my giddy sigh as his lips traveled lower, sending a current through me. The thin dress didn't resist the guidance of his chin as he moved to free my breast. He engulfed me instantly. His tongue swirled over my puckered nipple, and he sucked ravenously. His teeth sunk into my skin and the pull of my mound into his mouth took my breath away. My toes curled and I wrapped myself even tighter around him as wetness pooled between my thighs. My fingers dug into his hair and gripped tightly as I pushed myself further into his mouth, whining and whimpering.

He was so large compared to me and instead of that making me timid, it made me feel safe. I was eager to be open for him and desperate to please him. He could use me and I would love him for it.

His hand traveled up my thigh and I trembled in anticipation. His touch was gentle but firm, asserting a soft control. He moved his mouth to my other breast, and I moaned loudly, impatient for his hand. Impatient his thick, hard--

"Is all of this sweet honey for me?" He purred as he tapped one finger against my sex and slipped into my folds. A sound escaped my chest, my body jolted from the touch and my stomach tightened. My whole body was vibrating.

"God, yes!" I threw my head back as he stroked my folds and massaged my swollen clit. I shamelessly thrusted myself into his hand seeking any amount of gratification I could steal.

"You call to me correctly,” as if rewarding me he plunged his fingers into me and feathered his lips up my neck. Finally, finally, finally! I yelped from the sensation. “You'll worship me over every God after what I do to you.” His lips crashed onto mine, and my needy moans were absorbed into him. Pleasure raced through my veins like a drug and my fluttered cries were no longer contained by his lips.

I needed to let the pleasure out somehow, it was filling me in every crevice and spilling over. My stomach rippled and he kept going, fingering me deeper and stroking me slower, coaxing the release, and I couldn’t control the noises I made. When his thumb pressed on my clit my body quivered and my eyes rolled so far back I wasn’t sure I would ever be able to see straight again. With my wetness he rubbed my clit over and over, still sliding inside of me and I felt the thread connecting me to reality...snap.

"My honeyed mortal, my sweet mortal. You're blooming right before me." His words dragged out my orgasm, the waves washing through me clogging my senses so much, I didn't feel him position himself at my soaking entrance. I was still tight when his head pushed through, still trying to come back to my body.

"Ast-Astraeus!" He was stretching me, filling me little by little and I still wasn't done processing what his fingers had done.

"My obedient human, singing my name," He taunted me as he sunk further. making me tighten my thighs around him to keep him at a distance. "Now, my human needs to open for me." He placed a hand on the inside of my thigh and pushed down, pinning it to the ground. My other leg was draped over his lower back and it clung to him desperately as my hand held him at his abdomen.

"Astraeus I can't, it's too soon after--" He silenced me with his mouth and I felt him fully sink into me, his pelvis coming flush against mine. I cried through his lips and his cock nestled inside of me, forcing room. I could feel him in my ribs.

He pulled out slowly and slid back in, holding my bottom lip between his teeth as I fought for air. My dress was at my waist and our skin stuck together from sweat, saliva, my nipples brushed against his chest with every motion. It was already too much. Stimulation was at every point in my body, and I wasn't equipped to handle it all. I turned my head away from him, gasping, and weakly pushed against his chest.

"I can't, I can't." I whimpered, shaking my head. Because I truly felt too human for what he was giving me. He grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them to the ground above my head, it jerked my dress back up my torso and pushed my breasts higher. With his other hand he pulled my chin to face him and stared intently in my eyes, his lips slightly parted.

"You can. I picked you. If you open yourself to me, I promise you pleasures greater than even this." He thrust back inside of me and I rolled my eyes with a moan. "Keep your gaze upon me, my earth flower." He pulled my chin towards him again and I stared at him through heavy lids. Still cupping my chin, he slipped his thumb into my mouth as he continued thrusting into me, deeply, slowly, and I sucked. I stroked his appendage with my tongue and sucked him as far as I could get him. Every time my eyes rolled, he would correct me and use his thumb to control my head by pulling me towards him.

"I want your eyes, human."

But I didn't want to look at him, not when I was so close. I was practically whimpering as I sucked his thumb through his thrusts, I was losing my composure. Orgasms were supposed to be sexy, beautiful, but I felt feral and desperate. As if reading my mind, he lowered his face next to mine and licked at the sensitive skin just under my ear.

"I love seeing you like this. Let yourself unfurl before me."

His words were like magic. He positioned his face in front of mine, our noses brushed, and I pulled my restrained hands into fists. I felt a flutter in my abdomen and his grip on my wrists tightened as he speared me over and over. His eyes swallowed me, and a euphoria blossomed from inside and forced a high-pitched cry from my throat. My teeth clamped onto his thumb and my entire scope of vision hazed within an instant, his features faded. I blinked to clear my vision and tears dripped from the corners of my eyes as my body rippled around him.

I could feel him pulsing his release into me and my body arched to meet him, to swallow him deeper. His hand disappeared from my wrists and he slipped his thumb from my lips as I panted and shivered. He slid his hands down my body, taking the thin straps on my dress with him and dragged them down my limp arms. He was still inside of me as he cupped my bare breasts in his hands, forcing a sound from my throat.

"Astraeus..." I breathed and lifted my own hands to my chest; he didn't entertain me. He ignored me, he squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples between his fingers, and I felt our wetness drip from where he still sat inside of me.

"I like you best this way. Exposed, breathless, with my name on your tongue. I want to keep you this way." He moved his hands from my front to my back and pulled me upright with him, his still hard cock pressed against my cervix. "Allow me to take you higher." He nuzzled my mouth with his, and I tightened around his length at the affectionate touch.

He was going to fucking break me.

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firesteel-eden · 5 months

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So, first chapter of the Reverse Firesteel is up!

And the proud princess testified for all that is just and fair.

And there it was, her plan laid bare. It was ingenious, she meant to have Joffrey feel as if he was isolated and surrounded by betrayers and leeches. She couldn’t make him suspicious of Cersei or Margaery for that matter, but of all others? It didn’t matter if he would rely on her or not, because Sansa meant to use the chaos ensuing to escape.

You can read it here!

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theepumpkinqueeen · 4 months

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danyarts · 5 months

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I… I… made something

Romanticizing fictional serial killers is the fault of the media… I am the media.

I created this OC for Halloween and the “All those muscles didn’t help much” trend on TikTok, and know I am seriously thinking about a making a dark romance comic… who knows what the future brings.

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novinablog · 3 months

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In his obsession

I admit, he is very charming

His smile is so sweet

But he's a bit psycho

In his blue eyes

I was lost in his gaze

And died in his arms

He's so annoying

And he's a lot of fun

That's what i like about him

In his obsession

I can't look away from him

And in love with him

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theshadowords · 2 days

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Love blurs boundaries but can't invariably break barriers. Love isn't always enough.

#darkromance #romanticism #dark romance #romance is dead #love quotes #im hurtin #dark aesthetic #moodboard #love #love is blind #heartbreak #heartache #not strong enough #you are enough

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oldwinesoul · 2 days

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#romanticism #art #love #darkromance

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sas-soulwriter · 4 months

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New reading and writing website

TO ALL WRITERS AND ONLINE READERS I FOUND THIS REALLY NICE NEW ONLINE READING AND WRITING PLATTFORM CALLED INKITT. IT HAS SOME GOOD STORIES ON THERE. CHECK OUT MY ACCOUNT TOO!

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alinx · 2 years

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Indie Jones Grayson & Ivarsen Torrance

"Can't you understand? You're my sunlight, the fucking air I breathe. You're everything."

#devils night series #devils night #penelope douglas #darkromance #dark romance #bullyromance #damon torrance #will grayson iii #emory scott #winter ashby #willemmy #willemory #books #books aesthetic

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deshadedominique · 1 month

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By @deshadedominique

Like or reblog if you wanna see the whole video

#me #myself #malehands #handart #darkromance #romanticbooks

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poetryofmuses · 1 year

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The old poets have made a mockery out of love. Love shouldn't limit you, it shouldn't kill you, the craving, the yearning shouldn't torment you. Love is beautiful, if only we realized that.

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sweetiesshortstories · 8 months

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Dance with a Wolf

She stood next to a tattooed barbie doll nursing a drink with a fruit garnish. Her dark lips protruded slightly as she chewed, and her body rippled as she swayed absentmindedly to the music. He assumed she was used to her friend garnering male attention, though she seemed happy to accept the cocktails on her friend’s behalf; dancing as a new colorful glass was set on the table before her and her friend continued giggling at the attention.

He could see why her friend was the focal point, large implants, smokey eye make-up, long legs, tastefully seductive tattoos beckoning your eyes along her form. In fact, on a normal evening, he may have been enticed by her, but not that evening.

He was craving something different, something that wouldn’t come quite as easily.

And the woman wearing the skintight crimson dress with black thigh high boots would give him the chase he craved. He said nothing to his associates as he walked away, eyes fixated on the petite brunette with cheeks flushed in tipsiness.

She hardly paid him any mind, only sparing a glance before she placed a glass to her lips; he was tempted immediately.

“Allow me to buy you a drink, meant for you.” He watched her side eye him as she swallowed and set the glass on the table.

“I’m sure you can see I’m good on that front.” Her hand waved at the table before her, referencing the several glasses she had yet touched.

“Yes, true. But those were all guesses, assumptions, for someone else. I want to give you what you want.” The implication was heavy, exactly as he intended, and she didn’t miss it.

There was sparkle in her eyes as she gave him an up and down and her body angled slightly more towards him.

“You’re bold.” She said it with a scoff but there was a note of approval as her mouth tugged slightly, fighting a grin. “I don’t trust bold boys. You’re too much trouble.” She turned her head away, but her body was still facing him, he had her. He tucked his bottom lip between his teeth and closed the gap between them. He leaned down closer to her, her scent filled his nostrils and invaded his clothes.

“Are you really that scared of telling me what you want?” He whispered into her ear. “There’s only one reason to come to wolf country, little kitty.” He watched the hairs on her neck rise and her skin goose from an invisible chill. She turned and stared at him, her eyes rapidly scanned his face. He smiled; a small chuckle rumbled from his chest.

“You’re –no! I don’t believe you.” She looked away and crossed her arms, brows furrowed.

“I can show you.” She slowly eyed him but set her jaw and shook her head. “I can tell you aren’t scared. I can tell exactly what you’re feeling right now.” He shot a look down at her figure.

“I’ve been drinking, I’d fuck a broomstick right now if it complimented me. Don’t flatter yourself.” She emptied the contents of her earlier glass and dabbed at the corners of her mouth with her fingertips.

“A broomstick? That’s about the length but the girth…” He winced. She couldn’t control her next reaction, the gasp she had attempted with a mouth full of alcohol backfired and sent liquid down her front. He laughed as she covered her mouth to cough but handed her a napkin to assist her. “I should’ve waited until you swallowed. Noted.”

She shot him a heated look with glassy eyes as she patted at her chest, but her eyes still glanced down to his groin before they flitted away. She cleared her throat as she faced him and straightened her dress.

“My name’s Lydia, what’s yours?” She wiped her under eyes delicately.

“Garrett.”

They stared at one another, neither speaking nor moving as the world continued around them. A mental transaction was taking place. Garrett almost wanted her to resist longer, he almost wanted to get himself hungrier for her. But he wasn’t disappointed with what she said next.

“Ok, Wolf Boy. Show me.”

“I think you'll see there’s nothing ‘boy’ about me.” He smirked as he stepped closer to her and towered over her. She was already small compared to him; he wondered how far wolf he could go with her. He stepped behind her placing her back flat against him and gripped the edges of the table at her sides. “How much privacy does the kitty-kitty need to play? Because I could you bend you over this table and no one would bat an eye.”

Lydia’s mouth dried and her heart fluttered into her throat. He was domineering at her back, a warmth from his body spreading over her from head to toe. She wondered what she was getting herself into, how much danger she was placing herself in with a wolf. She quivered at his breath on her skin as he spoke, it was seducing her mind and body to respond to him. He was irresistible.

“Take me somewhere I can scream.” It was a test, she spoke beneath her breath, barely a whisper, something only a wolf could hear in a crowded lounge on a Friday night. She didn’t have to wonder if he heard her, not for a single second.

“I have just the space.” His voice was husky, low for only her ears and he spoke it down her whole body. She had never felt so stimulated by a simple sentence, but he was able to make his words dance on her skin.

Lydia bid her friend farewell and Garrett led her to the back of the lounge where a heavy door receded into the brick accent wall. A dimly lit room reserved for VIP patrons was vacant and perfectly positioned to drown out any sounds she may make. With the door shut she pressed herself against the cool metal and stared wide eyed at the big bad wolf before her.

“Show me.” Lydia nodded her chin towards him as she bit her lip.

“Before I do, you have to understand something.” He unbuttoned his sleeves and began neatly rolling them up his forearms. “You can withdraw consent from me, but not from a wolf. Actions can get murky when primal instincts are involved. Do you understand what I’m saying to you?” His gaze was intense, almost hypnotic. Even if she had wanted to say no, at that moment she would have lacked the ability to. “Speak, Lydia. If you want to meet a wolf, you have to tell me you understand what will happen.”

“You won’t stop.” Her heart palpitated painfully against her chest as she spoke.

“No matter what.” His voice was firm, and he nodded for her to continue.

“You’re going to finish.” Her legs began a slight tremble that she was barely able to control.

“In you, or on you. Tell me Lydia, do you want to meet a wolf?”

“Yes!” She was breathless in anticipation, each reverberation from his voice echoed deep inside her.

He grinned, and it widened devilishly revealing sharpened teeth. She blinked and his eyes had become feral, his nails-claws, and misty fur prickled upright at the nape of his neck. His eyes reflected the light and his pupils suddenly shrunk to needle points.

“Oh, shit.” She breathed just before he descended on her.

He was larger, taller, a possibility she hadn’t at all considered when she agreed to his terms. She had never met a real wolf. Her gasp was audible as he leaned close to her neck, a rumble echoing from his chest that was reminiscent of purring. She felt a warm touch slide up to her ear, leaving an icy cold trail. His tongue had grown too.

“You’re so scared but so turned on, it excites me.”

His touch was rigid, and Lydia could hardly stifle her shock when he full handedly gripped her between the legs. But he was right, she was turned on and she couldn’t stop it. Every inch of her hidden under the dress had been reaching out for him and it was heightening with his closeness. She felt panic swelling in her abdomen as his finger tore her underwear to useless tatters, and she placed her hands on his chest.

“I-I know what you said, b-but I-I don’t think I can—” She tried to speak, her body was melting under his gaze, emptying her mind. His brows stitched together as he tilted his head and for a moment Lydia thought he was genuinely concerned for her. He lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles.

“I know why you’re having second thoughts,” Garrett pulled her hand below his waist and thrust his length into her hand. “Not the cock of a boy, is it?” She pulled her hand away from his crotch and attempted to shove him away, but he didn’t budge. He laughed and gripped her waist, painfully tight and lifted her from the floor to pin her against the door.

“Fighting me only triggers my prey drive.” His fangs glinted in the dim light making her heart skip a beat. “So fight, if you want it to get more interesting.”

“I’ve never been with a wolf before, I can’t do this, Garrett!”

The sound of his name on her lips made him groan and pin her to the wall with his hips, grinding his swollen head against her pelvis. His lips scorched over her bosom until his hunger jolted, urging his tongue out of his mouth. He tasted her, the salty trepidation with a hint of feminine desire.

“Everyone says dogs hate cats, but I love them.” He nipped at the tip of her nose as he slid his hands under her dress and gripped her bare ass. “I could just eat them whole.” In one swift motion he lifted her on his shoulders and buried his face between her thighs.

She yelped like a scared fawn and crossed her ankles on his back for balance. The ceiling was close enough to offer support, and she gripped it with spread fingers desperately. He wasn’t doing anything she was used to. He wasn’t licking, kissing. No. He was fucking her with his mouth, devouring her with his lips, he was making her wetter and sucking her dry. She couldn’t keep up.

She didn’t know if she wanted to cry or moan, to fight him or lean into it. The sensations were powerful, coursing through her in waves of ecstasy that threatened to end in a freefall. When he moaned into her wet folds, sucking her swollen clit, the decision was made, and she arched against the wall to part her thighs wider and pull him further into her. Profanities rang from her throat as uncontrollable quakes flooded her body, electricity sparking.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” She was panting uncontrollably, barely able to hold a breath. There was no way she was so close, she told herself. He had only been at her a few moments; she couldn’t be coming right then.

But it came in an explosion that tightened her thighs around Garrett as a sensual cry echoed off the walls. Her body was pulsating with bliss when he lowered her to his waist and pulled her away from the wall. She was breathless and locked in his gaze as he flashed her a smile and set her on her feet.

“Turn around, kitty.” Her heart was throbbing as she turned on unstable legs towards a couch, her stomach almost touching the armrest. Before she could process his request, he shoved her down over the armrest and the sound of his belt clanked.

“Garrett!” She pushed herself up on her hands and looked back. “You can’t! Not like this. This will be way too much.” He was already at her entrance, his head pushed in slightly, testing her resistance.

“You came on my face; your muscles are relaxed. You just have to let them stay that way.” He kicked the heels of her boots and opened her stance wider. She gasped, her breathing fluttered as she felt him push his head fully into her and continue to go deeper. She withdrew but he held her by the small of her back and forced an arch over the armrest. There was little she could do except relax.

She reached behind her with one hand and gripped his wrist, begging for mercy, but he shushed her and sunk further. She felt him against her cervix and heard his groan of approval as his head thrusted against her wall. He was easy the first few strokes, but his desire grew.

He held her in place, forcing her to arch as deep as she could while he sunk deeper, over and over. She could hardly breathe over the depth; she could practically feel him in her lungs. Breathy cries and moans sounded from her as she clawed at the leather cushions as he went faster. Garretts moans became guttural, deeper, they rumbled from his chest as he rode her. Her skin rippled with his thrusts and the visual of her stretched to accommodate him was enough to make him blow his load over her ass then, but he wanted to hear her cry first. He wanted to feel her come while he was inside of her.

He wrapped an arm under her torso and snaked his fingers around her slim neck. Garrett gripped her firmly and pulled her against his chest while he continued thrusting into her.

“I know you have another one in there for me.”

And she did. It was a full body experience that left her crying out in tremors as her vision blurred and faded. She contracted around his girth and felt her body go limp with an exhausted euphoria as he continued to hold her close. She felt him tighten inside of her before a feral growl rumbled from his chest, and he wrapped her in his arms before they dropped to the couch. He never pulled out of her, he stayed nestled deep inside of her and after a few breaths he flicked his tongue against her earlobe.

“Have you ever rode reverse?”

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