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i am suffering omg im so TIREDDDJRNGKRIE

i start school again tomorrow ....... i am dreading the next 9 months of my life

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Book Lovers - Emily Henry

[pureshoney]

i start school again tomorrow ....... i am dreading the next 9 months of my life

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the pout on her lips—so innocent and sweet while asking to watch him commit murder—sent a bolt of heat straight through him. the contradiction of it, her pleading expression while requesting front-row seats to his violence, was so perfectly ainsley that he almost laughed. "an exception," he repeated slowly, his good hand tightening on her hip. the way she asked for it, like she was requesting breakfast in bed rather than a personal demonstration of his capacity for brutality, shouldn't have been as arousing as it was. "you have no idea what you're asking for," he said, though his voice carried heat rather than warning. "it's not pretty, princess. not clean like tonight was. but if some bastard gives me reason to get my hands dirty personally…" a slow, dangerous smile curved his mouth. "i suppose i could arrange a private showing. just for you." the thought of her watching him work, seeing the controlled violence he was capable of while knowing it was all to protect what was theirs, stirred something primal in his chest. most people would run from what he could do. she was asking for a demonstration. "you're going to be trouble for me," he murmured against her lips. "more trouble than i ever bargained for." he can't help but roll his eyes when his girl insists on calling him a good boy, knowing that he doesn't have the strength to put the redhead back in her place, so he'd have to deal with it until he healed. besides, the way her tight cunt currently feels, squeezing his thick cock feels far too good for him to worry about it for too long. his head lulls backward with an elongated groan rumbling out from his throat when the tip of his cock hits her cervix, "jesus fucking christ," can't even begin to formulate a comeback for femmes smart mouth, too busy relishing the way she takes every last inch of his dick, forcing himself to hold back from thrusting his hips up and chasing her each time those hips of hers raise. grip on her throat tightens slightly the more she conducts him on what to do, bringing a second digit to rub against her bundle of nerves in a steady circle. "hm … i think i might like that actually, watching you ride the couch until you start begging and wishing that it was me instead," tilts his head slightly to catch her lips between his, wet appendage moving to part soft petals and own her mouth, aching for some sort of control.

"hm ... do you think you could make an exception, for me? i'd really like to watch you sometime daddy." those plush lips tip outward into the hint of a pleading pout, as if she's asking for a morning spent in bed with him instead of being witness to abel's unchecked violence and temper. he may be dubious about her enjoying it but ainsley knows how her body responds to the images she creates in her mind — of her man doing nothing but exuding strength and raw power as he ruins anyone who tries to take what's his. though in this moment he's the definition of a good boy, ironic considering how she would normally think of him, sitting on the couch and letting her slide down onto his hard cock without reprimand or excessive begging. "yeah, such a damn good boy letting me ride your cock like this." words float on a thin whine, forehead pressing against his as her walls clench around the vast girth of him. his rough hands on her body root her in the moment, the stinging dig of his fingers into her flesh chaining her to right now instead of allowing her to float away into blissful nothing. each vein and ridge of his length makes her tremble against his muscular body, the slow rise and fall of her hips punctuated with a melodic meeting of their skin. her wetness squelches around him as his tone sharpens. "oh don't get grumpy baby, you're supposed to relax", femme chides on a giggle as she lowers herself once more, impaling herself on his rigid length. when he finally obliges and touches the swollen bundle of nerves between her thighs ainsley can't control the moan that breaks free. "fuck yes ... mm fuck like that daddy, yeah rub it for me." chest tightens as he plays with her, nails burrowing into his skin as she moves her slim hips. "bet you'd like that, hm? me humping this couch instead of riding your fat cock, creaming all over the fabric instead of you ... wouldn't make you jealous at all." her lips tip into a knowing grin, smug satisfaction rolling off the redhead in waves as she picks up the pace, thighs working to lift her until the very moment his swollen head is about to slip free before sheathing himself inside her with a sudden downward swirl of her body.

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"yeah? you're just gonna fuck me outside then?" theres a beat between her words before her mouth opens again, "dylan anderson," repeats with a giggle as she grins up at the male. "you know they say that tattooing your partners name on you is pretty much a death sentence for the relationship so maybe we should stay away from that." however, dylan doesn't really believe that anything could pull the couple apart. she had discovered that her boyfriend had been keeping a secret from her —a dark, dangerous one. yet, the blonde still came back because she loved him fart too much to let anything keep her away from keenan. "well … i'd like to argue that you're the one who's getting me horny enough to make a mess, so really, it's your fault," points out as she scoots over toward the open door. the cool air of the night meets her warm pussy, and a shiver runs up her spine, "there's no one out here anyway," except the security guards. still, they weren't near them and her nearest neighbor was two hundred feet away from her gated home. "besides, don't you remember that night in front of your house when you ate my cunt and my ass right in your driveway when i didn't have my dress on," limbs move to wrap around him when he picks her up, "or when you fucked me in the woods behind all your neighbors homes …" if anything, this was probably one of the least public places where she's spread her legs open. when the male presses a kiss against her temple, dylan turns her head slightly to steal a kiss on the lips instead. "actually … you were just talking about bending me over the coffee table like half an hour ago," reminds as he starts walking toward the front door. "i was just starting to think you might like when i flash my cunt all things considered."

"listen i don't know what they teach in those places but it sure as shit ain't gonna work with me princess — you're a baby nutcase and i'm a fully grown nutcase, that's it." and fuck it feels refreshing to be able to voice it, to acknowledge that he's not entirely sane and that by proxy she isn't either. "you own every single inch of me dyl, no doubt about it." he'd cut himself open if she asked him to, bleed out for the way she looked at him like he was worth something, like he matters to her. "shit baby, you keep saying stuff like that and we're not gonna make it to your front door." a groan escapes as his cock throbs, dylan anderson. jesus fucking christ he'd give every single thing he owned to have that be her name. "and it would sound perfect, for the record. so fucking perfect that i might want it tattooed on me." his girl forever, his wife. why the hell wouldn't keenan want that inked on his skin? the only thing that could pull them apart was death — something he has no intention of meeting any time soon. of course she adored the moments when his self control was in shambles, when he could think of nothing else but tasting her and feeling her. it was probably a twisted form of karma for her, the two of them switching places. "well you're the one wearing it, making a mess of it. makes sense you should be the one to clean it like you clean up all of your other messes." does he need to remind her of the time she licked her own juices from the seat of his car? if she insists on being a depraved slut in public then she should be fine with continuing in private. "exactly, the one i bruised", homme announces with pride, beaming as he lets the cool night air brush against his heated skin. brows hitch upward in amusement as she spreads her legs and raises her arms, a chuckle drifting into the lazy wind around him as he leans down. "alright princess, no need to flash your cunt for everyone to see." his words hold the faintest hint of a warning as he reaches around her, gently cupping her bruised ass to lift her into his chest. with her warmth against him keenan uses his hip to gently snick the car door closed, pressing a light kiss to her temple as he turns to walk toward her home.

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somehow, her words have his cock growing even harder, something he wasn't even sure was possible. there's a part of him that knows better than to bring her that far into his world, but a part deep inside of him, the sick and twisted part that can't stop thinking about fucking his girl after killing the men who crossed him. "i'll consider it… only problem is, i don't do my killing all that often anymore." his thumb traced along her jaw as he spoke. "that's what comes with being at the top of the food chain. i snap my fingers and my men handle the dirty work." abel's eyes darkened, something calculating flickering behind them when she calls him a 'good boy.' there's almost enough adrenaline for him to no longer care about the injury. still, he's enjoying her on top of him far too much.  “so fuckin' good, baby,” he mutters beneath his breath like it’s sacred prayer, canting his hips towards hers, his engorged head pounding into her cervix. homme's thighs tense up under her ass when her hips swivel down onto him. "fuck … fuckin' shit. i love you, ainsley," abel gasps, his hold on her ass surely tight enough that she'd have bruises tomorrow morning. his mind is on the verge of collapse every time her dripping cunt wholly envelopes his entire dick; the noises she assembles are lascivious to his ears, so wanton and high. she's so fucking beautiful, so beautiful that he'd allow himself to drown in her. "don't fuckin' tell me what to do," his teeth bite into her lower lip harshly, injured arm moving to squeeze her neck instead. and despite his words, the hand that had been squeezing the flesh of her ass moves in between her legs, pressing two digits against her swollen clit. "i think i contribute enough, i'm giving you cock … you could be humping nothing instead, slut."

"we'll only know if you let me be there, right? so let me, baby. i'll keep quiet and you won't even know i'm there with you." because if ainsley could look past the fear and terror that tonight had brought and find herself damp now she was sure that this was a good idea. "consider it for our next date? i'm just putting it out there that i wanna see it, see you." god she could only imagine how wet she would become with a front row seat to abel unleashing that anger he kept on such a tight leash. "i know i know, once you're back in action i'll be face down on this couch begging to cum but right now i'm feeling pretty confident in my control on this situation." it was a rarity, something that happened once in a blue moon and the redhead intends to savour every single moment of it. "mm i really do, don't i? sitting so fucking pretty for me daddy, such a good boy", the femme giggles as her walls clench around his thick cock, chest heaving as begins to fill her up. dropping her head forward ainsley's forehead brushes against his own as she sheathes the entirety of his length inside of her, whines tugged from her lips as every single part of him touches her in the most perfect of ways. "fuck i love you abel — jesus, i love you and this cock so much." hands reach to grasp his broad shoulders, always careful of his wound as she slowly inches herself upward, the glide of his fat dick against her insides making her mouth fall open. he might struggle to accept it but ainsley knows that he's her everything, that she'd help him burn down the entire world around them if he so much as hinted at it. "sh — shit daddy ... mm, touch my clit for me? i think you should contribute to this in some way", lips tilt into a coy grin as she ghosts them across his own, humming her pleasure into his mouth.

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"private school semantics," repeats with a laugh, "i don't think that's something i learned about in school," but it wasn't like keenan was wrong, her pussy was dripping down the insides of her thighs. "mm … and what about me? do i own every part of you, keenan anderson?" blonde looks up at him through her lashes, teeth sinking into lesser petal. "i kind of like it when you say my full name, though. i wonder how dylan… anderson would sound instead, though," suggests with a giggle as she's readjusting herself and leaning back so she can thoroughly look at her man. while the question was meant to be in jest and teasing, there was something genuine underneath - a part of her that genuinely liked the sound of it, the idea of carrying his name despite everything it represented. her lips tug into a smirk when his hips push upward when her hand rubs against his crotch, as if he was subconsciously asking her for more. "i like when you get all desperate. i might like it more than you like it when i get all needy," perhaps because she got to experience it less often than he did. "lick it clean? you're so fucking nasty, sir," shakes her head but her clit throbs regardless. "oh don't act like you don't want to have your hands on me twenty-four seven," when he moves to sit her down, dylan half expects her bruised ass to ache but the feeling of the cool leather was surprisingly soothing. "that bruised ass? the one you bruised?" queries before starting to scoot toward the door. femme stops briefly to knock on the divider as a way of thanking tommy without having to see him before extending her arms out toward keenan and spreading her legs, mainly because she intends to wrap them around his waist when he picks her up. still, it doesn't hurt that her cunt was also on display. // @kvllerdreams

"it makes us both fuckin' crazy in the head dyl, don't bring out that private school semantics on me right now — not when your greedy little cunt is crying all over this car." he'd never imagined meeting a woman who could see the brightness amid all that darkness inside of him, could pluck out the goodness and for once in his life make him feel worthy of something good. he was sure for that to have happened dylan needs to be a little insane, a little prone to exploring the darkness herself. watching his girl come undone on his lap was one of his favorite views, being able to sit back and luxuriate in the mess he had made of her — those bright red ass cheeks, the tears dripping down her cheeks and the way her slutty pussy just couldn't wait to be played with too. "good 'cause i own every fucking part of you dylan rossi, i don't want you ever forgetting it." it didn't matter if she had a ring on her finger or a baby in her womb keenan craves the ownership, the mutual obsession and love they have for one another. in the wake of that final smack something unfurls within him, a tenseness he hadn't known he was feeling over meeting her friends tonight, of not embarrassing dylan or driving a wedge between her and everyone else. he might not have came in this car but he definitely felt some form of release. "good girl. such a good girl when you put your mind to it ... " a slight grunt escapes as she rubs his cock, hips pushing upward before he can stop them. "damn fuckin' right we will, i want that asshole squeezing my dick while you lick this plug clean princess." her demand was so unexpected yet so dylan that he laughs and tips his head back in faux resignation. "of course you wanna be carried out, why wouldn't you?" and like the fool he is keenan gently removes his hands from her body, guiding her to sit down before opening the door and easing himself out. "c'mon, scoot that bruised ass over here to me." // @pureshoney

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there's not a single nonchalant bone in my body. i care so much i could literally vomit

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"doesn't that make me a masochist?" she's unable to bite back the question, besides, he was already punishing her. and dylan already knew that he'd continue it once they got back to her home, so what was a bit smart ass comment at this point? "yeah, but it's a nice reminder that i have you wrapped around my pinky," replies with a giggle. dylan would never get over the way keenan looked at her like she was the only girl in the room. the look was returned, too. if someone told dylan that she looked at him as if he hung the moon, there'd be no doubt in her mind that the person was telling the truth. only a few tears manage to run down her flushed cheeks; the rest are welling in her eyes, waiting to fall. "i am. i fuckin' love when you own me, daddy," the confession tumbled out between ragged breaths, an attempt to catch her breath before he doled out the remaining four to her already bruised ass. he doesn't give her much time before he's giving out seven and eight, forcing herself to count them out loud. "i think you already know the answer to that question. when am i not always greedy for more?" queries because they both know the answer was yes. hell, the whole time he'd been teasing her cunt, the blonde had been forcing herself to hold back from grinding her hips against his finger in an attempt to get more friction from her man. the ninth doesn't feel as powerful as the last few, and dylan supposes that was intentional, considering the tenth would probably be the hardest of all. her breath gets caught in her throat for a second before a loud yelp bubbles out of her throat, "ten," cries out with a few more tears staining her cheeks. "i did, i can behave when i want to, sir. i thought you knew that already," his touch feels soothing when palm comes down once more. "mm … thank you, daddy," and just as the gratitude leaves her lips, the car comes to a rolling stop at the front of her home. "now maybe we can deal with that?" her palm moves to brush over his engorged cock before using the other hand to push her body up, "but first … i want to be carried out." / @kvllerdreams

"yeah that's exactly what i'm saying dyl, you fuckin' love when i get mean with you and you can deny it all you want but your wet and slutty cunt doesn't lie." maybe she'd never had someone like him in her life before? actually, she definitely hadn't — he didn't think masked killers were awfully common around these parts and especially not ones who were drawn to wealthy little brats. he hadn't realised he was capable of loving someone until she'd sauntered into his bar and completely flipped his life upside down. "i'm the sadist? oh princess ... you're dripping all over this car right now 'cause i'm spanking your ass, i think we're even when it comes to twisted desires." his hand comes down harshly on her rapidly warming skin, those imprints only becoming darker and darker as he owns his girl in the most natural of ways. "you always make me hard dyl, don't pretend like this is new information." especially when her puffy folds were on display and that damn plug ... each time his gaze drifts toward it he aches to tug it out with his teeth. after that sixth smack keenan grunts at the sight of those tears, teeth caging in his bottom lip as he rolls one finger against her needy clit. "so fuckin' pretty for me baby. nastiest slut i've ever met, aren't you? so fucking desperate to be owned by daddy." he suspects the drive will end shortly which means time is limited and keenan's nothing if not determined, so four more spanks to go. her use of that damn word — sir — has his head spinning, the pad of his finger pressing against her clit as he delivers seven and eight against both cheeks. "too bad that i don't really care what you think you need right now, dyl. are you so fuckin' greedy you can't be happy with my finger on your clit?" his penultimate swat is a warning, bulge pressing against her soft body as it undoubtedly leaks inside his trousers. she'll have one hell of a mess to clean up when they get to her place. "now last one." it's given on the end of a ragged groan, landing squarely on the bruised flesh of her right cheek. god it was like he'd just painted a masterpiece on her skin, the normally tanned and golden globes of her ass now a mottled red mess, skin already beginning to rise and swell in the wake of his roughness. "that's it princess ... took those ten so fuckin' well for sir, didn't you?" when his palm comes down against her flesh now it's soft, gently brushing over those bruised areas as his other hand resumes playing with her cunt. "and what do you say to daddy for spanking you so good, slut?" // @pureshoney

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"watch me work," he repeated, voice rough with desire and something predatory. "careful what you ask for, princess. seeing me in action up close isn't the same as hearing about it after." but even as he said it, the thought of her eyes on him during a fight, seeing the controlled violence he was capable of, made his cock ache. her teasing about the drugs made him laugh despite the heat building between them. "accommodating, that's one word for it." his good hand slid up her back, pulling her closer. when she confessed to liking being in control, abel's eyes darkened with promise. "yeah? well, enjoy it while it lasts. because once this arm heals, i'm going to remind you exactly who's in charge around here." the threat was delivered with heat rather than malice, a promise of what was to come once he was back to full strength. for now, though, he was content to let her take the lead, to surrender control to the woman who'd fought tooth and nail to earn his trust and love. "but right now," he murmured against her lips, "you've got me exactly where you want me." male gasps in unison with the femme when she sheathes his length inside of her, swears he can feel every inch of her tight walls. "fuck, baby," male manages to groan out, palm resting against her ass movies to squeeze her perfect cheek in his palm. hips once again desperately pushing up to push himself deeper inside his girl. "you're so fuckin' perfect …"

after spending so long fighting for this relationship and bringing a sledgehammer to abel's walls it felt euphoric to finally be in a space where they understood one another — no secrets or bloodied lies getting in the way of them being together. if someone had told her a year ago that the thought of this man killing other people for their combined safety got her clit throbbing she would have ran a mile. now it only makes her giggle, a soft flush covering her otherwise pale features. "i hope there isn't a next time but if there is i think we can avoid the closets, i want to watch you work daddy." could only imagine how he looked in the heat of the moment, gun clenched in his hand with those ridiculously lick-able forearms bulging with veins as he cleared out an entire room ... god, another whimper of desire breaks free as she strokes his length. "me? oh i think that's the drugs talking, i'm being very accommodating right now actually", redhead barely suppresses her giddiness as she brushes his leaking head against the front of her thong, ass clenching in response to the action, how it sends sparks up her spine. allowing him to peel the underwear from her dripping cunt ainsley languidly moans at the sensation of his swollen crown against the heat of her. "yeah ... fuck yes. gonna look so good on top of you daddy." at his command her free hand rises, slightly trembling fingers pulling down the thin straps of her dress, momentarily freeing his cock from her grasp to slip both straps down her arms. artificially cooled air hits her sensitive nipples as the fabric is bunched against her ribs, fingers rolling the material and back arching to put herself on full display for him. "mm, i kinda like being in control", it's a rush she's never experienced before, making her squirm against his dick as her fingers dip to circle him once more. inching herself up on her knees ainsley glances downward as she guides his engorged head toward her drenched pussy, a strained gasp leaving her lungs as she slowly lowers herself on to him.

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the sound of her moan, the way she moved against him with such deliberate intent, nearly shattered what remained of his self-control. her words—i got you—hit him with unexpected force. for someone who'd spent his entire adult life being the protector, the one in control, having her take care of him felt both foreign and intoxicating. "you do," he breathed against her lips, the admission rough with desire and something more profound. his good hand gripped her hip, guiding her movements as she worked against him, a groan ripping itself free from the depths of his throat when her small hand grasps his cock firmly. "you've got me completely," green hues look at his girl before they trail down to watch the glob of spit land on his tip. "fuck…" comment comes out with a chuckle, "yeah, but that's different, baby. i didn't think you'd get off on me killing men. might've not told you to go hide in the closet if i knew how fuckin' wet you'd get," his jaw remains slack when the redhead begins to smear her spit all over his hardened dick. when ainsley pushes her dress up, hand that had been resting at her waist instead moves to grasp her pert ass. "you're a real fuckin' tease, you know that?" raises his brows at the end of his question, "think you might be enjoying this too much for my liking," and they both knew that when abel healed, the male would take the control back. for now, all homme does is reach to move the soaked fabric to the side to expose her dripping cunt and thrusting his hips upward. "gonna ride me like the good girl you can be when you want, right? take these pretty tits out for me, too. i wanna see them bounce."

violence handed out by an unknown hand did nothing but repulse ainsley — yet as per usual abel was always the exception. in the moment she had only tasted fear and felt panic, but now? now her recollection made her stomach tighten in an entirely different way, him doing what was needed to defend both her and his title. she wanted to wrap his darkness around her shoulders, let it cloak and soothe her because within his shadows ainsley felt safe. "god just thinking about it ... " a teasingly long moan broke free from her mouth and rushed into his, lids fluttering as her body pressed down against his own. abel drenched in blood that wasn't his own was an image she would live with forever. "i got you baby, i got you", femme assured her man as her hand pushed it's way inside the confines of his trousers. tonight ( or was it this morning? ) ainsley would be in control by default, a rare occurrence that had her giddy as her digits carefully curved around his cock. "good because i think we're gonna need all of that time." her clit pulsed an intense rhythm as she guided his length out of his trousers, lips drifting from his own and snapping closed. her gaze fell to his dick nestled between their bodies, throat working until she bent to release a string of saliva down toward his swollen head. "hard for me already too. guess i'm not the only person who has a twisted sense of a turn on, right daddy?" fingers tightened their grasp on his shaft, thumb smearing her spit across his seam as her breath hitched in her throat. her other hand busied itself with hiking her bloodied dress up her thighs and toward her hips, black thong on display as she brought his fat cock toward her core, an energised giggle slipping free as she rubbed his slick head across the dark fabric slowly. "mm ... god i'll never get over how fucking big you are abel. gonna stretch me out so good when i ride you."

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"are you implying that i secretly like when you're mean to me and that i only whine for fun?" queries with a bat of her lashes, teeth moving to sink into her lower lip to bite back the smile that threatens to tug at petals because that was the actual truth. while their relationship had moved past just the sexual attraction, it was what had initially brought her back to keenan after that first night outside his bar. because he was the only man who ever actually knew how to handle her, that didn't treat her like some fragile doll. "you're such a sadist, daddy. what if i don't want to mess up my makeup tonight? can't a girl just want to look put together for once?" the blonde can feel his length growing underneath her stomach, "god, you're already so fucking hard and i'm not even doing anything," each of his spanks was crisp and deliberate. her ass turning steadily pink, the sting building with each heavy-handed smack. dylan swallows thickly when the digit rolls over her throbbing clit, her entire bottom half is sensitive, but she wants more from the hand that was currently playing with her cunt. wants for keenan to push his thick fingers inside her until she cums. "s-so good," manages to breathe out in both pleasure and pain. the blonde gasps when both spanks come within a second of each other, her legs flailing with a twist and a whimper. "five … six," the sharp line of pain cutting deep, tears finally brimming her eyes feeling the welts of his palms beginning to mark itself onto her ass. "four more," states before balling her fists. unsure if they would be more painful or less due to the onset of numbness on her round cheeks, what she does know is that they shouldn't be too far from her home at this point and that she'd need to brace herself if keenan intended on finishing the ten before they got out the car. "i want you inside me so fucking badly, sir. i need you to fuck me," not that she needs to say it, keenan for sure knows that, considering the way her arousal was leaking and coating his palm.

"and you'll say yes to my proposal because i'm mean to you princess — unless you want to be with a missionary guy? i guess you could learn to fake it ... " yet he knows that they're meant to be together, it's inevitable that keenan would pop the question and make it legal. maybe even start a family with her down the line, when his dark vendetta was put to bed for good. "now i'm not saying i'd ever prefer food over your cunt but hand-made pasta could come pretty close", homme teases in the wake of the light smack against her skin. he had been planning on letting her pussy go unattended for the entire car ride, having her squirming and pleading for a singular touch as he dealt out his punishment. but the sight of that bare pussy between her spread legs proves to be more of a temptation than he'd anticipated. "trust me i know that princess but you just look so fucking beautiful when you cry for me ... even if your mouth isn't full of my cock." if there was any other reason for tears to grace her pretty cheeks keenan would do everything he could to eliminate the cause, yet his girl crying because he used her so well? because it was so overwhelming? fuck it never failed to make his cock come to life. "really? see 'cause you saying that makes me think i'm not doing it hard enough." while his palm rubs against her drenched folds keenan focuses on swatting that round ass, groaning in approval as her cheeks redden in the wake of his vicious spanks. "good girl", praises her for counting along, for being a good whore for the time being at least. a single finger rolls against her clit as he grins at her suggestion, the words once more confirming just how perfect they were together. without another word from him keenan's hand comes down lightning fast against one cheek and then the other, no time for his nasty girl to breathe as he leaves the imprint of his hand across her tanned skin. the rough sound of skin meeting skin bouncing around the car.

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ok i absolutely need to know what accents u all have pls reblog and tell me or comment or whatever I must know

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"yeah, it is more fun for me when i get to cum again and again," agrees with a nod of her head, turning her head once more to look at him when he counters her argument. "i can't wait for you to find out what my second surprise was so you can see how mean you're being to me but for someone who keeps calling me your future wife … i think you should start remembering the saying 'happy wife, happy life,' have you ever heard of that one?" his palm comes down on her ass again, dylan giggles considering how much softer it was compared to the previous ones. "we'll see if i ever cook for you again, baby. considering, i think at this point you'd be much happier if i just fed you some pussy," femme wonders if he'd ignore her cunt the entire car ride. still, she can tell based on the way his tongue trails across his lower lip at the sight of her legs spreading that she may get him to fold sooner rather than later. cocky demeanor fades into the back of her mind when his hand comes down on her reddening ass, hips snapping away from his touch on instinct. "three," blonde rumbled off, fingers curling into themselves. "you know it takes a lot for me to cry, sir… even when you're fucking my face," sensation of his palm reaching for her dripping pussy was enough to soothe the ache temporarily, "see? see how fuckin' wet i am and you wanted to ignore my cunt to order some shitty food instead," tsks, blonde hair falling in front of her shoulders when her head whips around to look at her ass when keenan implies that he wasn't spanking her hard enough. "mm, no. i think it's just right," hips ache to thrust herself against his hand currently cupping her cunt, but dylan knows better. just as she's about to open her mouth for a smart-mouthed remark, his hand comes down yet again, much quicker than the previous times. "four!" grunts through gritted teeth, blue hues snapping shut to prevent tears from welling in her eyes. "how about the next two back-to-back? that just might be enough to make me cry."

an amused laugh broke free as keenan raised his brows, "you mean it's more fun for you when you get to cum again and again — but what about me princess? don't you care about what daddy wants? about how pretty he thinks your slutty cunt looks when it's ruining the sheets? or how desperate you sound when you beg for me to let you cum? i think you need to be a little more aware of my feelings dyl", homme playfully chided his girl, punctuating his comment with a light swat against her ass, not hard enough to count as one of his spanks though. if she wanted it hard then keenan was going to do his best to follow through on the demand. "in my defence that pasta did look good though, i was just more interested in tasting you instead." the thought of ignoring his girl's leaking pussy in favor of ordering some greasy takeout was laughable for how absurd it was. she tasted a million times better than any of those places, better than anything. "i told you i'll fill you up princess and i don't break my promises. but i think that plug looks too pretty inside your ass right now to take out." admiring the slight shake of her ass after he slapped it keenan dragged his tongue across his bottom lip, leaning back against the seat and just savouring the moment — enjoying the fact that he was here with her right now. that even his darkest secret hadn't been enough to make her run. "that's it baby ... " as he landed another sharp smack to her cheek his gaze dipped to her cunt, unable to deny how fucking perfect she was in every single way. "you're doing good, i thought you might have started crying a little by now." the taunt is followed by his free hand drifting between her spread thighs, cupping her drenched cunt and rubbing roughly. "or maybe i'm just not doing it hard enough? is that it princess? is daddy being too gentle with you?" blood surged to his dick as her wetness smeared itself across his palm, honeyed arousal coating his skin as he slapped her ass for a fourth time — giving her less and less time to collect herself between spanks.

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her confession about how his violence affected her, how it made her wet to think about him killing for her, sent a dark thrill through him that he probably should have questioned more closely. instead, it only stoked the fire building between them, the primitive satisfaction of knowing she understood what he'd done and why. "christ, ainsley," he growled against her mouth, his hips bucking involuntarily as her hand found him through his pants. the combination of her touch and her words was driving him toward the edge of control faster than he'd anticipated. "you're going to be the death of me." but even as desire clouded his judgment, abel was acutely aware of his injury. the throbbing in his arm served as a constant reminder of his limitations, forcing him to rely on her to take the lead in a way that was both frustrating and incredibly arousing. "easy," he breathed as she worked at his zipper, his good hand tangling in her hair. "i'm not going anywhere. we have all night." but his body betrayed his words, already straining toward her touch, toward the promise of losing himself in her warmth. the safe house felt like their own private sanctuary—no threats, no interruptions, just the two of them and the electric tension that had been building since their confessions of love. after everything they'd survived, the need to claim each other felt as essential as breathing.

ainsley understood that in most people's eyes a man like abel was nothing but a villain made real, a person who dealt in death and drugs to make himself rich and powerful. but what they could never grasp was that he was so much more. he was the man who brought his niece to buy tutu's and spent so much of his life trying to live up to what his brother could be if he was beside him. how could she not love a man like that? other men would have ran at the first sight of garrett tonight and yet abel had killed him for both of them. just thinking about the level of devotion and bravery he displayed made her body heat. losing herself in their kiss she gasped against his mouth, pouring every ounce of the love she felt for him into this one moment. he may be injured but damn if abel didn't kiss her like this would be their last. "oh doctor's orders huh? well i guess i can't argue against that, can i?" giggling breathlessly against his mouth the redhead felt his bulge beneath her, a tingle of pleasure rippling up her spine as she rolled herself against it. she'd never felt closer to him than right now, not physically but emotionally. he understood what she needed, how the night could only end with their bodies pressing together and their breaths mingling. "thank god because the more i think about how you killed those men tonight the wetter i get", femme admitted as her lips ghosted his own, a hand delving between their bodies to rub against his clothed erection. "i've never felt protected like that before, abel. i've never felt loved like i do right now." she never wanted him to wear a mask around her, to feel the self conscious urge to hide who he was when it was exactly what she had fallen in love with. "fuck i need you inside me so bad." a pathetic whine escaped her lips as she unzipped his trousers.

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Nocturnal Animals (2016)