“I want to fuck you,” he said to me and that was all I needed.

The foreplay was, him tugging at my nipples till I groaned and flicking my clit till I came. I rolled on to my stomach pushing my ass in the air for him.

The sex was slow.

The sex was hard.

The sex was paced.

I came several times shaking violently and pushing back against his cock. His nails would slowly slice down the length of my back till they were in position to grip my ass.

The mornings are a challenge for him to orgasm and sometimes if all the variables are right he will come. However, this was one of those mornings where his cock fucked, teased and yet he was unable to fully orgasm.

He fell by my side, my ass fell to the bed and I was trying to catch my breath. When I put my head on his chest I noticed his cock was still erect.

This will not do.

I crawled between his legs with my hands on each side of him, flat against the bed. I pulled his cock with my mouth and started to suck. He let out a gasp as I slowly slurped him to a full erection. His hands gripped my wrists and I let out a moan. The grip got tighter as I pushed his cock all the way into my throat. I took my time running my tongue in that little spot under the head of his cock that makes him crazy.

All the way down puncturing my throat.

Slowly back to the tip.

My tongue flat along the underneath of his cock as I worked the head of his cock.

His hands moved to my head. Again, I moaned against his cock. I wondered if he was going to shove my head all the way down the length of his cock but his hands went above his head gripping the black iron headboard. He was close.

All the way down again almost gagging on his cock. His breathing was heavy now. His body was tensing. I focus on the swollen head of his cock sucking.

Harder.

Wetter.

Noisier.

His body started to convulse.

Harder.

Faster.

One more time all the way down and back up.

“Shit!” he blurted out and I pushed his cock to the back of my mouth as he came.

I swallowed every drop moving tenderly up and down on his cock that was losing his erection. My tongue massaged his cock as I made sure to leave his cock clean from his cum.

Cautiously I let his cock fall from my mouth and I pulled back to my spot on his chest.

“That was a double achievement badge,” he whispered.

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WARNING: The following is a Deviant Dreams post, read at your own risk.

When I said, “mark me” you knew deep down what I meant.

I don’t follow labels or adhere to the ones given or taken. I am not a submissive drone that will let you do whatever YOU felt like. I am the muse of a sadist. I want to pull from your depths and push your own limits. I want you to step into something uncomfortable.

“Mark me,” I said as you bruised me in foreplay and I smirked inside.

“Mark me,” I said and you almost stopped.

“Mark me,” I hissed and you knew what I wanted.

The kiss of the blade to my flesh was a moment of clarity and yet the whole world was shut out. It made me focus and really feel your invasion of me. For that moment I was vulnerable and free. Watching my dark red blood flow down my fair skin as it explored my outer being.

I wanted to touch the life seeping and lick it. I wanted your hands smeared leaving finger prints on my used flesh. I wanted you to fuck me with my own blood.

The scar you left is a fond reminder of the beginning. It stands alone waiting for more.

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