He Doesn't Know What He's Doing With Her, Chalks It Up Perhaps To The Fact That He Hadn't Done This In

it helps pull her out of her rage at the man before them when his fingers touch her cheek. she steps forward until she can pull the brass knuckles off and place them on the counter, softer hands finding his chest and splaying there as her gaze rises to meet his own. "i don't know how they could have possibly thought that threatening our kids is what would make us soft." she scoffs, though as he continues to speak her mouth tugs upwards into a smile, fingers curling in his shirt as she hums. "i missed this too. wasn't sure when we were gonna get back to it with the babies, but i love doing this with you." one hand moves up, stroking gently across his jaw. "i love knowing that whenever there's a threat, we can always rely on each other to take care of it."

Although it was under frightening circumstances there was some excitement in working this kind of job with his wife. While he did more dirty jobs than her it was kind of a turn on to see her in her element. When they learned about the threat to their children it was something they certainly didn't react to calmly. "It's okay," he smiled reached to cup her cheek brushing away some splattered blood with his thumb. "I'm just glad Ray found this guy for us. If anything it's going to send a message that having kids hasn't made us soft rather it's made us even more dangerous. You know, I missed this. Us working together. Not how I wanted us to get back into things but in this career if you wanna call it that, there aren't many things we get to control. I'm just glad I'm doing it with you."

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.

there's a deep sense of satisfaction when she looks over her shoulder to take in the expression on bis face, the way that he watches her and the almost revent quiet from him, only the music breaking that tension. "yeah, you like what you see?" she can't help but tease him as she lowers herself to the floor on her hands and knees, letting her skirt flip up ver her ass as she shakes it for him, thong on full display. "you know you can touch me, right? you don't need to be practically sitting on your hands up there."

Derek stayed where he was seated and simply watched her the entire time. To say he was mesmerized by her and what she was doing would be an understatement but that was what was happening here as Derek was simply unable to look away from her. When she had mentioned she could dance this certainly was the last thing he was expecting but there were no complaints from her. He wanted to touch her desperately though he held himself back. "You did but this is far better than anything I could have imagined. " He said to her as he bit his lower lip while watching her rub her pussy.

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

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

"you should, but you won't." she teases, voice light and high as she smiles over at him. she rounds his desk, picking up a stack of papers that needed to be filed and letting her fingers brush against his arm as she did. she'd never quite been able t help herself when it came to flirting with him. "you'd have to fend for yourself, and i fear what would happen if that were the case."

her words steal a soft chuckle from him, but he knows it's nothing but the truth. "you're incorrigible," comments with a disapproving shake of his head. "i should fire you." an attempt at a joke because they both know he would never do such a thing, it's been years and she's probably the very best thing about his life these days, no matter how pathetic that even sounded. "but then who would keep me in line?"

the second her permission is murmured leaves a trail of heat over his skin, the knowledge that he could touch her again enough for now. he can't help but grope her then, feeling the weight of her breast in his palm before pinching at her nipple. his breathing turns heavy, free hand pulling her close as he starts to thrust into her palm, groaning without able to help himself. "trust me, i'm feeling plenty good, sweetheart." he murmurs, moaning into her mouth when she kisses him and chasing her lips when she stops, lips sealing back over hers and driven by his lust for her. "i'm not gonna last long, you feel fucking perfect." her want for him goes straight to his cock, hips continuing to rock into her hand as he grunts, gaze on hers. "i want you too, harriet. wanna make you feel good again."

Although she had no interest in an emotional connection with Tomas there was a strong physical desire on her end. Of course she had to limit herself to stop from leading him on. Right now though even the sound of him saying her name made her wet. Everything about him was just as she remembered from the night they shared together. Now though she could tell he wanted more than just sex which made this even better. "Yeah you're fine," she whispered back placing her other hand on the back of his head. Right now she was beyond tempted to kiss him but knew it would be too much. Tonight she would go to sleep wet but she was doing the right thing. "I want you to feel good." She whispered giving in and finally giving him a quick kiss. "I just want to get you off, show you how much I appreciate you." She whispered gazing into his eyes. "And to show I'm serious about wanting you."

he loved the way that she responded to him. she knew exactly what he liked to hear when it came to being in bed together, knowing that the key to her own pleasure was stroking his ego. "my woman. my pretty pussy." he presses a kiss t her inner thigh again, chuckling as she pushes his head back down, letting his breathe skim across her opening as he listens to her beg. he can feel his cock hardening further against the mattress, fingers digging into her thighs as he pulls her a little closer, mouth lowering down to run his tongue through her folds. "i'm gonna give it to you baby. gonna give you everything you need." he licks through her slit again before closing his lips around her clit, sucking softly.

There was nothing wrong with him being possessive, she loved it honestly. Yet he didn't need a picture of it to know how good it looked. Plus a photo wouldn't be as good as the real thing. "Yes baby all yours," she purred running her fingers through his hair. "I do I need it." She whined, faking it a little but giving him the encouragement he needed. When he popped his head up she smirked before forcing his head back down between her thighs so she could roll her eyes. "Please Arthur, I need it. I need you. Look at this pretty pussy... it's all yours to eat up as much as you like." While she wasn't completely pretending he knew he preferred it the more desperate she sounded for him.

while jobs like these were above her pay grade these days, there was something about doing them with bishop that left her pulse racing. the intrigue of pretending to be different people for the night while still always together, his arm around her waist and her hand on his chest to let everyone know they were each other's. she nods, eyes glinting as they move towards the high rollers table and she allows her mask of shallow trophy wife to settle in as they approach their target. a smirk takes her lips, turning her lips towards his ear. "gladly. if he goes for it after midnight though, you have to buy me a sybian." she settles a hand atop his shoulder as he places his bets, mouth curving at the familiar number. their hotel room and then the date of their anniversary years later, cementing the number as theirs. dark eyes settle across the table on viktor. she allows her smile to grow somewhat sly as she gazes at him, noticing the fact that the creeps eyes settled on every curve except her eyes. but that had been the plan, always was. let him assume that her husband was the only one of the two that was dangerous. she grins when bishop wins, bending down to press a kiss to her husband's cheek. "well done, mi amor. i told you i was your lucky charm." she says loud enough for the table to hear, noticing their target's eyes settling on her husband.

ten  years  of  this  dance ,   stolen  kisses  in  safe  houses,  her  heel  digging  into  his  calf  during  interrogations  —  and  still  she  could  make  his  pulse  stutter  like  a  faulty  detonator.   across  the  room,  viktor  shoved  away  from  the  table,  his  security  detail  a  trio  of  gorillas  in  ill-fitting  suits.  bishop’s  grip  tightened  imperceptibly  on  isabelle’s  waist.  “time  to  cash  in,”  he  murmured,  nodding  toward  the  high-limit  roulette  pit  where  cigarette  smoke  coiled  like  ghosts  above  emerald  felt.   “shall  we  wager?  if  he  takes  the  bait  before  midnight…  you  owe  me  that  thing  with  the  handcuffs.” sharp smirk, and a squeeze of her hip.  he slid into a vacant seat, stacking chips with deliberate slowness.  “no  more  bets.”  he  stacked  his  chips  with  the  precision  of  a  man  who’d  counted  cards  in  back-alley  parlors  since  he  could  shave.  black  29.  the  number  hummed  in  his  veins  —  same  as  the  hotel  room  where  they’d  first  fucked  during  a  storm  in  miami ,  rain  slashing  the  windows  as  she’d  dug  her  nails  into  the  scar  on  his  shoulder.  superstitious?  maybe.  but  survival  in  their  line  of  work  required  rituals  sharper  than  prayer. the  roulette  wheel  spun,  ivory  ball  clattering.  bishop  didn’t  watch  it.  he  watched  isabelle’s  throat  flutter  as  she  laughed  —  a  sound  like  breaking  crystal  —  and  the  way  viktor’s  piggish  eyes  tracked  the  sway  of  her  hips.  let  the  bastard  look.  let  him  salivate.  the  ball  clattered  to  a  stop.  “black  29.”  the  croupier  announced,  voice  flat  as  a  coroner’s.  a  ripple  went  through  the  crowd  —  tourists  clutching  pearls,  high  rollers  eyeing  bishop’s  growing  pile.  he  let  his  gaze  slide  to  viktor.  the  man  was  staring  now,  piggish  eyes  glinting  — that  always  undid  his  kind.  there  you  are.

caitlin's moans only set her off in turn, moaning quietly into the others mouths as she slams her hips back against the woman, panting quietly into her mouth. "fuck, baby, you feel so good inside me. i'd spend all day on your cock if i could."

caitlin moaned into the kiss, hands firmly gripping her stepmom’s wide hips, her huge cock moving inside the older woman. “i dont fucking care. i need this.” hand moves up, groping lorna’s big breast, breath heavy.