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[comesfrompain]

[She comes (practically on cue), and he swears he didn't think Kenzi could get tighter, but the way her cunt squeezes around him has Rumlow practically vibrating with pleasure. Hardly even slows him down, though he does relinquish the hold on her throat. Lets her hang onto his arm as he places it against the counter instead, bracing himself so he can keep up his merciless pace. Benefit to being in shape? All that stamina. She'll learn to keep up. Carefully withdrawing the other hand from her hair, Rumlow sets it on the counter too. Bracketed on both sides, he huffs while he continues to pound into her, betting he can drag her over the edge one more time before he's done.]

Sorry to disappoint.

[Rumlow says, panting softly as he grins at her in the mirror. A shudder rolls through him, knows he's getting there. Just gotta keep it up -- not that it's difficult. Kenzi's body is goddamn amazing, impossibly tiny in the fucking best way. Makes him want to haul her around and fuck her in every position they can imagine, stuff his thick cock into that tight little snatch and blow her mind until she can't handle it anymore.

Might be a stretch though, considering everything she's shown herself to be into. Quite a catch. It's no wonder he ended up marrying her. Besides the fact that she's hilarious and clever. (And needed a green card.)]

[onteamdyson]

[No, please no. That's fine. She can't handle another one like that. If it wasn't for the counter and hanging off his arm, she'd be laying on the floor unable to move. Multiple orgasms are still a myth as far as she's concerned. Hell, she's lucky if she gets ONE with a normal, human sexual partner.

And then there's THIS GUY!]

Yeah? How sorry? How are you gonna make it up to me?

[She's still trying to catch her breath, still feeling little aftershocks that quickly start to build up all over again due to the fact that he's keeping up that pace. Jesuschrist. Everything's overly sensitive and she can't look at him in the mirror anymore because he's literally too gorgeous. Instead, she turns her head to kiss his arm and drag her teeth over his skin before lightly biting his bicep. Get wreckt, Achilles, your greek ass has nothing on these ridic muscles.

She wants to get him off. She wants him to lose it like she totally lost it and she wants him to suffer. Except, you know, not vengeful suffering. Mindshaking orgasm kind of suffering. Also? She really wants to know more about this kinky shit he's all about. He was supposed to be a NICE GUY!

This is better somehow.]

Do you like being called Daddy? Does it get you off, making the young girls scream?