Maeve
Her thigs are aching, trembling, twitching with each thrust and she can't do it anymore. Sounds of indignation and frustration rising in her throat, needy little things that push past her lips and roll off her tongue without a second thought. Moans cut in between them, vibrating through her as she tries desperately to keep up the pace. To keep him satisfied. Once more, he takes pity on her, providing the support she needs to keep going. His hands grip her hips, helping to steady and lift her so he can thrust up into her waiting body. Maeve clings to him, eyes squeezing shut as she grows closer to that edge, but not quite there yet. He stops and that feeling starts to dissipate even as it simmers low in her belly. Maeve makes a sound of displeasure, brows drawing together as she looks down at him, readying herself to complain.
Except he wraps his wings around her, bracing her back before shifting his hold to her ass instead, fingers digging into the peachy flesh they find there. His next thrust knocks the air from her lungs and she moans, the sound shifting back into a whine when he holds there, making her squirm in his grasp. He draws out, leaving her empty and she really is going to cry. Frustration builds up in her chest and when he makes his request it isn't hard to provide what he wants. "Please! I- I can't take it.. I need you. Please, Jata. I swear-" Her words break off as he pulls her down hard, filling her back up until she's gasping with it, clenching around his cock as her head falls back and a soft cry bubbles up in her throat. "I swear I'll be good.. Just fuck me. Please, Jata. I need you. Need you so much it hurts." There is nothing in her voice but desperate need, nails biting into his skin as she squirms in his lap, eyes opening to show black pupils swallowing the green of her irises before she's leaning forward to try and capture his lips in a kiss.
Except he wraps his wings around her, bracing her back before shifting his hold to her ass instead, fingers digging into the peachy flesh they find there. His next thrust knocks the air from her lungs and she moans, the sound shifting back into a whine when he holds there, making her squirm in his grasp. He draws out, leaving her empty and she really is going to cry. Frustration builds up in her chest and when he makes his request it isn't hard to provide what he wants. "Please! I- I can't take it.. I need you. Please, Jata. I swear-" Her words break off as he pulls her down hard, filling her back up until she's gasping with it, clenching around his cock as her head falls back and a soft cry bubbles up in her throat. "I swear I'll be good.. Just fuck me. Please, Jata. I need you. Need you so much it hurts." There is nothing in her voice but desperate need, nails biting into his skin as she squirms in his lap, eyes opening to show black pupils swallowing the green of her irises before she's leaning forward to try and capture his lips in a kiss.
I admit that I'm a little messed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up
but I can hide it when I'm all dressed up
