REXANNA
because you, like Rome,
were built on ashes
Oh she wants him to teach her, to manhandle her, to be every bit of the devil he’s told her he is. The way he lifts her leg, providing a clear view of just how much him and this whole party has affected her, it makes it all the more fun as he backs her into the wall. It’s cold compared to the heat that radiates from her, and she feels like an inferno as his voice purrs to her and his mouth captures her own – playful nips and exploring tongues, before he hitches her other leg around him.
If she’s heavenly to him, an angel versus his devilish state, she finds as he enters her she doesn’t mind the sin. And she sins, a soft gasp at first leaving her lips as her arms make their home above his shoulders, fingers tangling in his hair as her own head tilts back when he buries himself within her. It’s a relief like no other, especially when the moan leaves his lips. She doesn’t particularly want it gentle, and she’s grateful when his thrusts are hard deep enough that the pressure in her belly ignites with every thrust into her.
She moans, something incoherent but pleasing at first, before his name slips from her lips, begging him to go faster, harder, longer, as though in this moment her body was made specifically for this. She grows wetter and wetter the more it goes on, but with every passing moment she’s closer to the orgasm she begs him for – her hand slipping from his hair to grab onto his neck, shoulders, back, wherever as she digs her nails in wondering if it were possible he could get even further into her until they’re one and the same.
And she shatters so hard onto him, a throbbing, trembling finish that nearly makes her whimper with its fierceness. It’s only when she manages to open her eyes, glazed and hazy, panting and sweaty, that she notices the full group. She can’t do much pinned to the wall, but she leans forward to kiss Lucas deeply before nodding her head to them having a wonderful time, wondering how much it would take for her to shatter again.
Full PP permission to have Rex doing whatever(whomever) ;D
If she’s heavenly to him, an angel versus his devilish state, she finds as he enters her she doesn’t mind the sin. And she sins, a soft gasp at first leaving her lips as her arms make their home above his shoulders, fingers tangling in his hair as her own head tilts back when he buries himself within her. It’s a relief like no other, especially when the moan leaves his lips. She doesn’t particularly want it gentle, and she’s grateful when his thrusts are hard deep enough that the pressure in her belly ignites with every thrust into her.
She moans, something incoherent but pleasing at first, before his name slips from her lips, begging him to go faster, harder, longer, as though in this moment her body was made specifically for this. She grows wetter and wetter the more it goes on, but with every passing moment she’s closer to the orgasm she begs him for – her hand slipping from his hair to grab onto his neck, shoulders, back, wherever as she digs her nails in wondering if it were possible he could get even further into her until they’re one and the same.
And she shatters so hard onto him, a throbbing, trembling finish that nearly makes her whimper with its fierceness. It’s only when she manages to open her eyes, glazed and hazy, panting and sweaty, that she notices the full group. She can’t do much pinned to the wall, but she leans forward to kiss Lucas deeply before nodding her head to them having a wonderful time, wondering how much it would take for her to shatter again.
Full PP permission to have Rex doing whatever(whomever) ;D
and you,
like a phoenix
know how to
rise and resurrect
