Alter Ego: His Sultry Lover

[Warning: This chapter contains smut/snu snu. Please read at your own risk.]

[Even before the door closed, your lips were on mine and my hand between your legs. I had my finger under your skirt, digging deep inside you as you moaned and ground into my hand. We slowly stumbled into the bed, our mouths never parting, our tongues battling for dominance. Our pace was primal and possessed. We couldn't wait. I didn't bother taking your clothes off completely. I pushed your skirt to your waist and looked at you for the very first time.

I started licking your neck, my warm tongue dragging along your skin. As I crushed my body against yours, I could feel your wetness near my abdomen, enticing me to stop my actions and take you right there. You moaned, egging me on, almost making me lose my mind as I pushed you up against the headboard, your head now colliding with the board. You let out a soft 'ow' which made me chuckle. I went lower, taking in your nipple into my mouth and sucking on it in earnest. I gave it a hard nip, not giving you enough time to protest as I pulled away. I could see the dazed expression in your eyes, and knew exactly what to do.

I went lower and attacked your pretty little lips, dragging my tongue over them. Teeth, lips, tongue… sucking, biting, and licking at your core as you screamed. I threw your right leg over my shoulder and ground my tongue in. I could feel you come on my lips. I lapped up every last drop of dew, sucking harder, making sure nothing escaped. I went on until you were a shaking mess under me, unable to speak, exhausted from my ministrations. You pulled on my hair, but I shook it and gave you no more.

"My turn," I growled, going to lower my pants. The zip was easy, and my pants fell to my ankles. I took both your thighs into my hands, spreading them as wide as they could go before positioning myself at your entrance. I slid in slowly and fuck if I didn't want to come on the spot. Your pussy gripped tightly around me, not letting me pull back without force.

"Oh god," you whimpered as I ploughed into you. I slid out and slapped my cock against your clit, making you moan in a high pitch.

"You like that?" I chuckled, vibrations going through our body. I slid in as deep as I could and thrust. I pulled you closer, slinging your feet over my shoulder, ramming myself into you so hard that my balls slapped against your ass. The moans which were stifled before, now tore through your being. I kept going, thrusting in and out, making you writhe in pleasure.

So sweet.

I pulled you up, suspending you in mid air, my hands lacing around your locks as I set pace. My cock was mostly out of you… you slight little thing before I pushed you down on you, rough and hard. Again and again. You had tempted me so… I couldn't handle it much longer. My cock slipped from you folds, making you protest before you greedily reached down and slid me into you again.

"Fuck," you screamed. I laughed. "Don't stop." You chanted and I listened to every word that you spouted.

You pushed yourself up against me, making me lose balance and let go of you. You fell, but your legs snaked over my ass, pulling me in further. The abuse continued and I felt you bite on my earlobes, the place when my neck meets the shoulder. My back felt the sweet pain of your nails into my skin in your moment of passion.

I wondered if you drew blood, and I was pretty sure you did. My world dissolved as I felt you wrap around me, tighter than before. I came, hard and fast, emptying myself inside you, rocking and rolling my hips, hoping to prolong our pleasure for longer.

When I pulled out of you, you were dazed and delirious. There was a small smile on your face which warmed my heart. Did I need to be so rough with you? No. But seeing my cum mix with your juices on the sheet underneath, both of us panting to breathe, satiated from the session made it all worth the trouble.]

He stretched his fingers, tired from typing all those words and went back to plopping down on the bed. If it were up to him, he would just masturbate, but how could he not reciprocate to her words? She made such luscious commentary that struck his heart and made it race. Tit for tat was his anthem.

He wondered what she would think and smiled. Surely, her toys would come out into play as she imagined them together, doing unspeakable deeds.

With that, he closed his eyes and went off to sleep.

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