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I'm strong and dirty

That's what I've been waiting for. Drink ignored I move quickly to her side, reach out for a handful of hair and drag her into my office. Ignoring anything that falls from her lips. I need her, I want her, I will have her.

I throw her down across my desk and kick the door shut behind me.


"All fucking day."

And then I am kissing her, and it feels right.
 
What is a fan dance, if I may ask?

She moves, slowly, doing as he suggested, swaying her hips to the beat, her hands moving into the air as she moves. She looks off to the side, letting her eyes close as one hand slides down to her hair, slipping, ever so slowly, down her body, letting her finger get hooked in her shorts, tugging lightly.
 
Looks up as Aus reenters the room and Vail finally speaks up from beneath Oreo.

Oh, Sixxy... Can I get another whiskey, please?
 
That's what I've been waiting for. Drink ignored I move quickly to her side, reach out for a handful of hair and drag her into my office. Ignoring anything that falls from her lips. I need her, I want her, I will have her.

I throw her down across my desk and kick the door shut behind me.


"All fucking day."

And then I am kissing her, and it feels right.

giggling knowing I'm not supposed to be giggling but stupidly happy that the one being pursued and waited for was her and here I am and she's on top of me and my legs won't even try to keep themselves from wrapping around her because she kisses like heartache and peppermint and sunlight coming through clouds on a cold day
 
giggling knowing I'm not supposed to be giggling but stupidly happy that the one being pursued and waited for was her and here I am and she's on top of me and my legs won't even try to keep themselves from wrapping around her because she kisses like heartache and peppermint and sunlight coming through clouds on a cold day

Bites her lip through the giggling, shaking my head, pressing against her, wanting and needing. Deciding.. though to just take.

Tearing at the dress wanting her skin against mine, ignoring the soft moans, please, giggles, resisting the urge to slap her, and beg her. It's a twisted game she and I play.

Lips devouring hers, her neck, sliding down her chest. Fuck me she smells of vanilla and lavender and her.. my teeth secure around a nipple, tugging and breathless.
 
What is a fan dance, if I may ask?

She moves, slowly, doing as he suggested, swaying her hips to the beat, her hands moving into the air as she moves. She looks off to the side, letting her eyes close as one hand slides down to her hair, slipping, ever so slowly, down her body, letting her finger get hooked in her shorts, tugging lightly.

Eyes travel her body, lost for a moment, drinking in her form. When he finally speaks, it is slowly, in a very distracted manner.

Um... Its kinda the same thing... Just with large fans...

His hands balled into fists as he struggled not to touch her flesh before him, so he settled on recrossing his legs and shifting to get comfortable. His eyes continued to appreciate her movements, which seemed to melt into the soft music perfectly.
 
His hand shifts to hold my ass, I whimper as I watch the other move to his pants, licking my lips unconsciously; hungrily. I observe with unblinking eyes, I yearn for it, hunger for it and lust for it like a wild animal does in the effort to chase down its prey. My hands pressing his shoulders, not even gripping; more like resting there.

I groan softly as he rolls his hips, his cock brushing against my folds; he's teasing me! I'm stunned by the electric jolt that spasms throughout my body as he merely rubs against my little clit. I grip his shoulders tighter, trying to press myself down onto his shaft but he holds me firm. Fuck!


"Louder. I want to hear every little way you could say please before we're done."

I breathe hotly against his mouth, issuing tiny little whimpers of need to his lips. I don't hesitate, I gasp loudly.

Please fuck me!

His hips roll back and up, I am breathless, my mouth open in a silent cry; never released. I moan when he is deep inside, my pussy thrumming around him, my clit pulsating as my walls close in as tight as elastic. His thrusts send me back into the door powerfully, I am vulnerable and immobile, his to use as he pleases. I can barely return the thrusts though I never cease in my attempts.

Ooooo god!!
 
Walks in and looks around and nods before making my way to the bar and a empty seat. Sitting down I ask for a coke as I don't drink alcoholic beverages and look around. Liking what Ausus and Minx have done I continue to look around and wait for my drink.
 
Bites her lip through the giggling, shaking my head, pressing against her, wanting and needing. Deciding.. though to just take.

Tearing at the dress wanting her skin against mine, ignoring the soft moans, please, giggles, resisting the urge to slap her, and beg her. It's a twisted game she and I play.

Lips devouring hers, her neck, sliding down her chest. Fuck me she smells of vanilla and lavender and her.. my teeth secure around a nipple, tugging and breathless.

giggling turning to laughter, almost taunting...a moan as teeth on hardened nipple makes my world shatter into colors...ankles lock behind her...legs slowly crushing harder and harder...fingers in her hair, yanking hard and fast, etth dragging off nipple sending me into a spasm of sensation...a darker laugh...looking down at her

you kiss like high school

hint of a sneer...a dare...
 
giggling turning to laughter, almost taunting...a moan as teeth on hardened nipple makes my world shatter into colors...ankles lock behind her...legs slowly crushing harder and harder...fingers in her hair, yanking hard and fast, etth dragging off nipple sending me into a spasm of sensation...a darker laugh...looking down at her

you kiss like high school

hint of a sneer...a dare...

I smack her then, almost knocking her off the desk, papers crumpling beneath us.

Always have to push?

Reaches into my drawer withdrawing my scissors, I cut off her dress, nicking her once or twice, watching the small spots of blood well on her white skin.

I curl my fingers tightly into her hair, wrenching her head back and biting her neck so deeply so roughly I am sure for a moment I have broken her. But it doesn't matter.


Tell me what I want to hear.
 
Half of her shorts slide downward, momentarily giving him a glimpse of her freshly shaved crotch. But only a momentarily one. As she moves her hand back up her body, the shorts, and underwear underneath, bounce back up, enough to cover the view, at least. Her hand slips under her sports bra and across her chest, moving to the other side of her torso before sliding back down, her arm now crossed across her body, reaching for the shorts again.
 
I smack her then, almost knocking her off the desk, papers crumpling beneath us.

Always have to push?

Reaches into my drawer withdrawing my scissors, I cut off her dress, nicking her once or twice, watching the small spots of blood well on her white skin.

I curl my fingers tightly into her hair, wrenching her head back and biting her neck so deeply so roughly I am sure for a moment I have broken her. But it doesn't matter.


Tell me what I want to hear.


yelping, almost playfully, at each nick and cut

But you loved that dress!!

knowing what my casual attitude is doing inside her...seeing stars at the sudden snapping of my neck...so close to dangerous...brought back by teeth sinking in deeply, but not deep enough...but I can smell her...and she makes me drunk and high and I've missed her so FUCKING much and I need the thing contained...that beast in chains...eyes aflame, voice quiet, but undeniably defiant




make.
me.
 
*the soft click of claws on the floor is barely heard amoung the noise of the room his mat black fur glistening in the light of the room, Standing 4ft 9 at the shoulder and 5 feet long, his wolven nose rises to the air as he scents the air, licking his K-9's, trotting over to his couch he hops up, curling his wolven body onto the couch his tail twitching slightly as he watchs those around him, his yellow eyes almost glowing in the low light of the room and reflecting the light of the fire he lets go a relaxing sigh. His wolven ears on a constant Swivel, always listening, always aware of his surroundings. Fluffing out his fur he stretchs some then returns to relaxing
 
Looks up as Aus reenters the room and Vail finally speaks up from beneath Oreo.

Oh, Sixxy... Can I get another whiskey, please?

absolutely, Sir

fills his glass, leaving the bottle on the bar as her eyes take in Oreo and her dance


Walks in and looks around and nods before making my way to the bar and a empty seat. Sitting down I ask for a coke as I don't drink alcoholic beverages and look around. Liking what Ausus and Minx have done I continue to look around and wait for my drink.

Nice to meet you

smiles and sits a coke down in front of him
 
make.
me.

It breaks within, pushed again. She does this, she always fucking does this to me. I feel breathless, and needy and incomplete without her. It's ridiculous, insanity, and she drives, and pushes, cajoles and always plays dirty.

My hand in her hair tightens and I slide off the desk and pull her to the ground, shoving her to her knees, letting go, and slapping her back.


Spread.

The word leaves nothing to the imagination. No, fluffy words of love or need, nothing. I help her even, kicking her legs apart.

Show me how badly you want it. how badly you want me. now.

I sit back in my chair, my own legs spread and watch her.
 
Half of her shorts slide downward, momentarily giving him a glimpse of her freshly shaved crotch. But only a momentarily one. As she moves her hand back up her body, the shorts, and underwear underneath, bounce back up, enough to cover the view, at least. Her hand slips under her sports bra and across her chest, moving to the other side of her torso before sliding back down, her arm now crossed across her body, reaching for the shorts again.

He makes no pretense of trying to hide the slowly-growing tent in his simple black trousers while she seems to know all the right moves to keep her audience interested. His head drops to the side a bit, slightly jealous of her hand as it slips under her top. He finds himself wishing it was his hand teasing her breasts, his mouth tasting of her flesh.

A finger beckons her closer, and his knees spread, allowing her to do as the finger requested. His eyes continued to enjoy, though, and evidence was written all over his face. And the bulge in his pants...


Not bad, my dear... More.
 
I sit back in my chair, my own legs spread and watch her.

staring her straight in the eye...my hand moves between my thighs, not teasing, caressing, foreplay...three fingers simply vanish inside

my cunt is wide open for you...it has been since you walked into the room

thighs pumping me up and down on my own fingers

but this is barely a hint of how badly I want you. I can barely feel them because they aren't you.

other hand moving down now...fingers alongside clit...teasing...calling her out

Its not real enough when it isn't you

a pinch, too hard and harsh...body aching back and forward...a rumbling moan of...something

and you fucking know its not enough. That it'll never be enough ever again because you fucking did this to me

crawling now...to your foot...pulling off your shoe...touching the bare skin on top...a long, slow lick

this is what I need...the only thing that can do...your skin...I can't NOT have it...

pulling your foot between my thighs...cuntheat descending on it, rubbing and grindings and words have become moans because now I can show you how badly I need you how I can't live without this and WON'T let it go ever...no games, no charade...open lust and need and this is the only way I can eve hint at the tiniest bit of how badly I...I...
 
She gives him her most seductive look as she steps forward, moving only inches away from him, leaning in as she sways, giving him a view down her tight sports bra, leaning in to nibble slightly on his earlobe, before standing up and turning around, shaking her hips, her derriere, for him. Slowly, she pulls her shorts down again, this time letting them drop, allowing her now bare ass to sway in front of him.

Yes, a thong. A rare thing for the woman to wear. In fact. It's the only one she owns. She's glad she wore it, now. As her ass moves, she steps backward slightly, letting her behind come within and inch of the growing bulge. She moves, her entire body swaying with the music.
 
She arches off the door and into him, thrusts firm breasts into his face as his prick pistons its way into the core of her little body. Deeper, stronger. The angle unsatisfying now, unable to give him what he wants and needs from her. All at once he twists, his body rippling with the movements, displaying the corded muscles that run along his rugged frame and power the easy way in which he flings her from him and onto the waiting bed beyond.

Hands and knees, her little dress a bunch of dark fabric at her waist. Those flawless cheeks of her ass presented towards him, framing the glistening pink of her kitty between shapely legs. There's no wasting of time. No moment spared. He draws up behind her and locks the rough grip of one hand on the round of her hip, trapping it for the inevitable.

-SMACK!-

The other arcs, sudden and unprovoked, striking the round globe of her right cheek with enough force to rock her. Enough force to turn fair skin a lusty, sultry red.

-SMACK!-

-SMACK!-

-SMACK!-

Three times in sharp succession, each chick afforded a pair of crisp blows. The force of the impact setting her young flesh to heave and jiggle under his palm. He strikes her so hard that he can feel the tremor arc through his arm and into his broad shoulder. And still, harder, he lashes out.

-SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK!-

The switch flips. That little measure of restraint inside of himself snaps. The feline arch of her body, well-trained by a man's hands for sure, presents the flawlessness of her backside up to him. Her tight breasts are crushed into the sheets, her fingers grasping them.

-SMACK!-

One last savage strike. One final moment where her body rocks under his hand before his fingers tangle in her hair and wrench her head back, bowing her body in an exaggerated arch and send her hips rocking back towards him.

He spears her. Fills her. A savage thrust that stretches her and allows his mighty prick to bottom out in her clenching depths, skipping the broad crown of his prick against her G-spot along the way. Again and again he strokes, savage now, unrestrained. Bestial. Wanton. Satisfying himself with the heat of her fully blushed cheeks molding themselves to his hips and bouncing roughly off him.

And in his hand is silk, a contrast, her hair tugged and wrenched to guide her onto his prick. The room filled with the wet sound of their bodies colliding and his heavy balls smacking the tight, exposed nub of her clit beneath her.
 
my cunt is wide open for you...it has been since you walked into the room

How does she do this to me?

but this is barely a hint of how badly I want you. I can barely feel them because they aren't you.

I can't help but watch her fingers fly in and out of her body, soaked in her juice


Its not real enough when it isn't you


Oh fuck me, she'll moan and I'll crawl to her, I'll die for a taste of her.

and you fucking know its not enough. That it'll never be enough ever again because you fucking did this to me

Paralyzed, at her plea, it's all true. Bound. one. toe curling, absolute need. craving. I want to reach for her, the only thing that can are my eyes, dark, demanding, and pleading.

this is what I need...the only thing that can do...your skin...I can't NOT have it...

White knuckles digging into the leather of the chair, resisting. Can't. Loud low moan escaping my lips, the corner of my bottom lip bleeding, did I do that? How? Oh god.

It's just my foot but suddenly I am in her, part of her, on her, around her... connected. I growl. Something animalistic, full off greed. I can't resist

Mine.

I tackle her then, throwing us both to the floor, my knee shoved between her legs to ply her heat, my lips pressed to hers, open, sliding my tongue along her lips, my hands pinning her wrists to the ground. Mine.
 
She gives him her most seductive look as she steps forward, moving only inches away from him, leaning in as she sways, giving him a view down her tight sports bra, leaning in to nibble slightly on his earlobe, before standing up and turning around, shaking her hips, her derriere, for him. Slowly, she pulls her shorts down again, this time letting them drop, allowing her now bare ass to sway in front of him.

Yes, a thong. A rare thing for the woman to wear. In fact. It's the only one she owns. She's glad she wore it, now. As her ass moves, she steps backward slightly, letting her behind come within and inch of the growing bulge. She moves, her entire body swaying with the music.

He groaned softly as her teeth took his ear, and he couldn't stop his hand from stroking her cheek softly. Then the shorts wear gone, and a beautiful rear end was exposed. When her curves came within inches of him, his fingers grazed the flesh teasingly. It wasn't fair to let her do all the teasing, was it?

It wasn't easy to keep himself in much more check than that. Even now, he wanted to drag her into his lap and explore her inside and out, every inch falling victim to his desires. As it was, his mind was certainly picturing eliciting all those purrs and moans for his ears, fingers, teeth, lips, and tongue all working to make her melt in a puddle of need.

He could just take her...

His hands dragged down her back, trying to distract himself from the overpowering desires.
 
Mine.

I tackle her then, throwing us both to the floor, my knee shoved between her legs to ply her heat, my lips pressed to hers, open, sliding my tongue along her lips, my hands pinning her wrists to the ground. Mine.

writhing, squirming, struggling...not to escape...where would I escape to? Where could I want to go? This is home, this is who and what I am and what I want to be...no, my body moves out of need for more contact, never enough, never close to enough...my cunt leaving wet trails as it moves along thigh and knee, dripping lust...but I can taste her blood, blood spilled because she needs me, needs me more and more and far more than she'll ever admit...but I can taste her blood and know its all true...and I think I'm crying and kissing her very roughly...drawing her tongue into my mouth so that I may feed
 
writhing, squirming, struggling...not to escape...where would I escape to? Where could I want to go? This is home, this is who and what I am and what I want to be...no, my body moves out of need for more contact, never enough, never close to enough...my cunt leaving wet trails as it moves along thigh and knee, dripping lust...but I can taste her blood, blood spilled because she needs me, needs me more and more and far more than she'll ever admit...but I can taste her blood and know its all true...and I think I'm crying and kissing her very roughly...drawing her tongue into my mouth so that I may feed

She draws from me, eliciting a whimper from my throat, she takes and consumes, and I pray to whatever gods exist that she never stops. The heat and wetness on my leg is not enough. I crave more. I kiss her cheeks, taste her tears, and still crave her.

my tongue slides over her body, her nipples begging for attention, her breast proud and defiant at my hands needling abuse. I still crave, need, want more. I feel like I am dying.

My tongues slides lower, till I can taste her. Moves against her clit, my head trapped between her legs, and I lick at her excitement, her need, lapping it up and making it mine. Making her mine.
 
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