JACK
Huffing a somewhat surprised laugh to feel Flora's fingers tangle in his hair and her demand spill from her lips, one of Jack's hands tightens around her hips, the other sneaking up her side towards her shoulders. "Anythin' for you, love," he whispers back, the sound of his voice rough and breathless and wicked, before he's pushing her down to properly fuck her against her ice, driving his cock deeply into her with every snap of his hips.
"Fuck, Flora," he groans, tugging her back to meet him with each thrust, and already it's too much, she's too much, and the pleasure that whispers up the base of his spine threatens to strangle him at any moment. "Cum for me," he tells her, wanting to hear his name wrapped around her lips and ringing across the bay, wanting everyone still tucked up on The Ark to be startled awake by it.
"Fuck, Flora," he groans, tugging her back to meet him with each thrust, and already it's too much, she's too much, and the pleasure that whispers up the base of his spine threatens to strangle him at any moment. "Cum for me," he tells her, wanting to hear his name wrapped around her lips and ringing across the bay, wanting everyone still tucked up on The Ark to be startled awake by it.
it's not your fault that you're always wrong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong
the weak ones are there to justify the strong
- Secret Telepath
- Functionally Immortal (Forever 35)
- Two small star tattoos beneath his left eye
- Click for The Ark!
