"wow, That Was So Heartfelt. I Really Felt It Down In My Soul." Sarcasm Drenches From Her Tone, A Hand

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a smile spreads across his face at her reaction, groaning quietly as she pushes away the phone. "do you really think that i'd ever let anyone else see your pussy?" he questions, dropping a kiss to her inner thigh even as he lets the phone drop from his hand and onto the bed. arthur's palms grip the outside of her thighs, sliding up her skin and tugging her a little closer to him as he merely sits back and looks at her. "there it is. so fucking beautiful." he murmurs, pressing another kiss to her inner thigh before dragging his lips lower, letting his breath skim across her core in tease. "prettiest damn pussy i've ever seen." her murmurs, lips wrapping around her pussy and letting his tongue slide lightly against her hole.

There was something really sexy about hearing him get stern on business calls that got her immediately wet. Even if they were on the verge of sex she didn't mind if it meant hearing that tone from him. When his attention returned to her she let out a content sigh allowing him to spread her legs open but she frowned at the phone still being in his hand. "Oh no we're not doing that," she quickly course corrected reaching to push his phone away. "You'll accidentally send them to some Croatian arms dealer and I won't have that. You can see my pussy but only if you're the only one seeing it. Understood?" She looked to make sure he was going to comply as her fingers slowly pulled back her panties.

he doesn't know what he's doing with her, chalks it up perhaps to the fact that he hadn't done this in a long time and she just looks too damn good in her shirt and panties. his hands splay against her back as he kisses her, sliding his tongue into her mouth and grunting into it when he hears her whine. logical thought goes out the window they're pressed again, consumed only with the thoughts of her tight little body and how good she is with her mouth. "fun, huh?" he goes when she presses him down on the couch, his hands skinning up her thighs to grip her hips, helping her grind on his hardening cock. "yeah, i think you might just be worth the trouble." his hands find the bottom of her shirt, tugging it up over her head and exhaling at the sight of her. "fucking beautiful." he bucks up against her pussy, leaning forward to take one of her nipples into his mouth.

As quickly as the kiss started it was over and Bea was left wanting for more when he pulled back. Even the way he sighs is attractive to her and it's difficult not to pull him in for another kiss. Something about the way he's looking at her though stop her from doing anything. Then when he calls her trouble she breaks out into a grin. While other people may think that was a bad thing she took it as a compliment. Before she can even reply they're kissing again and she presses her hands against his torso wanting to feel his body. A needy whine leaves her lips knowing this won't be enough. With her hands gripping his shirt she pulled him away from the window pushing him down onto the couch. "Maybe but I'm fun trouble," she grinned as she straddled him already grinding herself down against him. "You wanna see how much trouble I can be?"

“and you know that no matter how many times you tell me that, i’m not gonna listen, right?”

open to females. based on this.

" it's late, you do know you don't have to stay as late as i do, right ? "

"why do you think?" she shrugs simply, brow creasing with emotion.

inspo from this.

" why did you kiss me like that? " confusion spread across his face.

"i know, i would have much rather it had been your hands on me, but i didn't exactly have much say in the matter." it was almost endearing to see him upset over her, her frustration beginning to simmer down as she starts to understand why it was he was so displeased. "i didn't think you cared where i was. it is not as though you tell me as much." she sighs, watching the back of his head for a mere moment before she strides after him , quickly catching up to him when they reached the gardens and taking hold of his arm. "you're the most impossible man i've ever met, you know that? you've been making it pretty damn clear from the day we wed that you couldn't stand my presence, and now you're upset when i step out for a stroll?"

"I am upset and allowed to be, a man had his hand on my wife!" he was mad at the situation. "i am also upset that my wife just goes off, you could tell me. does that ever occur to you, to tell me things?" he said as his own hand ran through his hair. "now i need to get some fresh air," he said taking a deep breath. "and you are avoiding me, unless there's something you want you want from me," he said before walking past her to head for the balcony stairs.

he can hardly believe his eyes at the fact that he has her on top of him like this, so young and beautiful that it feels illicit to be doing this. thoughts of his friends and their anger goes out the window as the sight of her consumes him. he flicks his tongue over her nipple, swirling it around before sucking on her and then switching over to her other breast. his hands slide into her underwear then, gripping her ass and squeezing as he thrusts upwards into her clit. "same can be said for you. this body of yours is so gorgeous." he lifts his head then, groaning as he lifts his head to kiss her mouth, sucking on her lip. "you gonna just talk about it or are you gonna show me, sweetheart?"

As she sits herself onto him Bea can already feel his cock pressing against her cunt, eager to feel him inside of her. She laughed at his words before raising her arms allowing him to toss her shirt aside. The way Tomas's eyes move over her body she feels herself sigh as she continues to grind herself against him. While she was mainly doing this as a means to entertain herself he was proving to be an exciting lover. Bea can't help but groan with delight as he bucks into her before sucking on her nipple. "Fuck you really are so hot," she breathes wrapping around her arms to keep his head there as she continues grinding herself against him. "I am going to ride the fuck out of you. All you have to do is sit back and relax."

𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 . . . m / f / nb , neighbours spouse, sibling in law, step-son/brother, just anyone she shouldn't be sleeping with. inspo in source.

lorna gasps as she’s bent over the counter, legs spread apart and panties pulled down her thighs. she knows full well that she deserved it after how she’s been acting all evening, brushing against them when she passed in the hallways, fingers trailing over their ass, holding their gaze in every conversation. “aren’t you worried about someone walking in?” she murmurs, leaning back to clutch the back of their head and tug them into a kiss.

his face has been ingrained in her memory even after all these years. after all, she'd once pictured and entire life that would be lived at his side. even when she went on to marry someone else, even when that husband had died several years ago, charles was still a haunting memory that wouldn't leave her alone. yet even in fantasies of seeing him again, she had never expected him to look exactly as he once was rather than ages like her. "how..." she murmurs quietly, shaking her head as she takes tentative steps towards him. "you look exactly the same." she mutters, confusion awash on her features. all this time she'd thought something terrible had happened to him, that he was long dead. without thinking, her hand snaps up and collides with his cheek, pain radiating against her palm afterwards. "where the hell have you been?"

a part of him had thought -- had hoped -- that she wouldn't recognise him. after all, it had been years...a decade and a half, yet the moment he sees the look in her eyes, the moment the pastries fall from her grasp, before she's even said his name he knows; he knows she knows exactly who he is. lips part, but no words or sound fall - just a slightly shaky breath at first. he tries to collect himself in the moment, he hadn't anticipated her seeing him. had been skillfully missing her gaze for years upon years, had gotten too cocky, it seems. rolling his shoulders back, he slips closer; slowly, hesitantly. "yes, it is me..." he can lie, but he doesn't want to. he's missed her, never stopped missing her, craving their closeness, but he was afraid. of what he'd become, of what he was capable of. "hello selaena."

she merely watches her for a few moments as he strokes hiself, her own hand trailing down to skim over the head of his cock, teasing him. selaena leans down over him, one hand cupping his face as she kisses him, smiling against his lips when she pulls back again. it wasn't often that she was hired for jobs like these, a thrill running through her at the prospect of teaching the crown prince. "have you ever seen a naked woman before?" she questions, sitting up to straddle him, entirely bare for his gaze.

@indiestarter // Open Starter with Crown Prince Alastair of Lunaruz Connection: Your muse is the one to teach Alastair how to please his future wife. Based on Shawn Mendes’s “Teach Me How To Love” Open To: F/NB

Alastair lay naked on the lavish, elegant bed he was given upon being declared Crown Prince of Lunaruz, having been given a natural, hypoallergenic lubricant and being instructed to stroke his gradually growing erection. ‘Fuck,’ he thought, growing more and more around at the prospects of pleasing the courtesan. He’d follow her every word, and become a masterful lover so he could please his future wife in bed from the wedding night onward.