exoticeva:

“Fuck”

I breathed the word as his wet fingers brushed against my swollen, abused clit before pushing into the soaked folds of my pussy. 

“You like that little girl? You like my hand around your throat? My fingers in your pussy? You’re so fucking wet, you must like it”

“God, yes, yes Sir. Fuck”

I said it again, my brain was fogging over in lust and arousal and speech was becoming harder as he rubbed all the sensitive, delicate spots inside me. My cunt ached and dripped all over his hand in response. 

“Do you want to cum for me?”

“Mmhmm….yes, please. Please let me cum for you Sir.”

He smiled at that – he likes it when I beg, when I remember that my orgasms are his to give or withhold as he chooses. 

“Not yet sweetheart, I want you desperate and whimpering before I let you cum.”

He pulled his hand out and inserted his thigh in between my spread legs. 

“Grind on my thigh like the good little slut you are. Suck my fingers and tell me how much you like how you taste. Then maybe I’ll believe you really need to cum.”

💋

the-romantic-dominant:

Your Precious Subspace

Sometimes I envy you. 

Sure, I get my own place to visit, but mental residency is one decorated with alertness and enthusiasm, focused in on you, always planning my next step and seeing it through with deft precision and care. The rush of adrenaline I get to experience is like no other I am afforded in life when I have you in my grasp, hands around your angelic neck and my cock deep inside you.

After a tidal wave of orgasms has become of you with my spankings now marking your feminine elegance, I know that your endorphins have made an exodus from you and that you are in a surreal heaven right now.

You are in your precious subspace now.

I take you there and but only you get to know this feeling. Since I am not a switch, so I never will know this, but I will always wonder. I know my happiest place is taking you there, deep inside you, feeling your insides with my thickness, gripping you with pure intensity yet recognizing your fragility, but still it doesn’t change the fact that I envy you.

I don’t envy your drop, but I find comfort in holding your head to my chest, petting you as you lay naked over me, and just proving once again that I am the man you hoped I was. 

Let me give you aftercare, now and every moment I can weeks from now. Every time you need for me, you know I am here.

So go there, Kitten. And drop later. Because you got yourself one of the good ones Babygirl. 

And I define myself through being your Wolf.

sluttyrory:

You know what I need, and you’re not afraid to give it to me … but I know you sometimes struggle with whether or not it’s too much, too hard, too intense.  I see the doubt quickly flash through your mind for a second, only a second, because in the next instant, the fire in my eyes reassures you it’s perfect. You’re perfect. You see in my eyes that familiar hunger, that dark desire, that endless craving … the devious appetite that only you can sate. Push me to the edge and hold me there, let me cry out, let me beg, let me earn it, let me wonder, “will he indulge me?” Let me fret a moment thinking you won’t, let me panic as my breath comes faster, worried you’ll stop the ride. Then cut my world off with the force of your firm grip against my throat and groan into my ear that YOU are in control. Tell me no, make me wait, make me listen, make me obey. Command my focus. Keep me on the edge, and send me further into the depths of arousal, holding me there under the waters of wanton fury. And just when I think I can’t take anymore, push a little harder, deeper … show me the next level just like you promised. Break me, take me, make me yours. 

~Aurora Leigh #original #copywritten
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