[Oh, Rumlow thinks. Kenzi wants to play. She starts giving back, holding herself against the counter and fucking back onto his dick like a hungry little kitten. God, he loves it. They move together in tandem, the smack of their bodies loud, but not enough to drown out those fucking moans. She's like a porn star, but 500x hotter. (Mostly because she's real and she's his.) She looks so goddamn good in the mirror, Rumlow can't decide what he likes watching the most.
The wicked grin returns, making sure Kenzi knows just how he devastates her. Bets if they keep this up, she'll come without even playing with her clit. He slides a hand up her back, a thin sheen of sweat coating her skin. Gathering a handful of hair, he gently pulls, tipping back her head so he can get a better view of those perky little tits.]
Tell me what you need, sweetheart. [He rumbles, glancing down at his cock plunging into her, so fucking wet he swears she's already come.] You're dripping already, Kenzi.
[He smears a finger along the edge of her folds, lifts it up so she can see. Rumlow sucks it into his mouth, eyes slitting closed at the taste. She's sweet. Somehow, that seems perfect for her.]
[She couldn't fake this if she tried. Trust her on that. She's a good actress, but she's not this good. The fact that she can barely remember anything has nothing to do with the fact that she can't remember ever being this close without some extra stimulation.
She arches her back when he slides his hand up, further enforcing that kitten imagery. There's something she'd like to be lapping at later, too, he's really not far off the mark. He's got her working for this and it makes her want it that much more. She mewls when he lifts his finger to his lips and sucks on her wetness, struggling to keep her eyes open at it sends another electric shock to her soaking wet cunt and lights it the fuck up.
It's building now. She's two seconds away from a shuddering orgasm. What does she need? What does she really need from him right now? The answer surprises her a little.]
Pull harder.
[Be rougher. Leave bruises on her hips from holding on too tight and fuck her senseless.]
I'm so close. Brock, please. Just-- [Here. She reaches back to grab his wrist and guides his hand to her throat. Damn. Either she really trusts this guy and feels super safe with him, or she's one of those girls with serious daddy issues that can't get off without a little danger.]
[It's funny to think at the beginning of this, Kenzi was almost too shy to strip down. Funny that getting skewered on his cock has her so thirsty for him that she's shifted into an incredibly kinky version of herself. It's a fucking jackpot, the way Rumlow sees it and he's all too glad to give her precisely what she wants. Doesn't skip a beat when he pulls her hair, letting that other hand curl around her neck, thumb tucking up beneath her jaw.
He feels her racing pulse, squeezes her throat just enough to offer the edge of fear, hips smacking so rough that he'd bet her ass might end up bruised, but fuck. Rumlow stares at her reflection, the way his hand looks so big around her delicate neck. God he just wants to fuck her all damn day. Leave her so sore and full of come she can't move.]
Yeah, 's a good girl, come for daddy...
[His fingers tighten in her hair, squeeze a little more around her throat. He can feel the blood pumping through her veins, pushing against him, pulse rapid from the adrenaline Rumlow would bet is flowing through her. It's got him, just from doing this, holding her right where he wants her, merciless as he fucks her just how she wants him to. The angle he's got, his piercing must be punching into her g-spot, driving her right up to the edge. He's gonna bet she comes hard.]
[LISTEN! At the beginning of this she didn't know what he was working with or if she was actually terrible in bed-- in... bathroom. She also didn't know she was into this shit. Now? It's all coming back to her.
HAHAHA WHAT? DID HE JUST-- shit. Okay, that was actually hot. Fuck. She's definitely more fucked up than she thought she was if that's what gets her eyelids fluttering and her cunt spasming. Pure pleasure washes over her in a wave that would have knocked her over if it wasn't for the strong hands holding her up and squeezing her throat. She does come hard, it practically wracks her body and lasts longer than she expects, perpetuated and prolonged by each additional thrust. She reaches back, grabbing at his waist and his ass, anything she can blindly get her hands on. Her hand eventually finds his arm, the one with the hand around her neck, and she squeezes his bicep as she rides out her orgasm. He can let go now. She kind of wants to breathe.
How is he not done? How the fuck is he still going? Don't guys normally nut in 3.5 seconds, leaving you to get there on your own, entirely disappointed and inconvenienced? This shit isn't normal. No wonder she wanted to put a ring on it, goddamn.]
You're not real. There's no way you're real. You're some kind of perfect sexbot or an alien... or a demon.
[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.)]
[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?
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Date: 2017-04-10 11:08 pm (UTC)The wicked grin returns, making sure Kenzi knows just how he devastates her. Bets if they keep this up, she'll come without even playing with her clit. He slides a hand up her back, a thin sheen of sweat coating her skin. Gathering a handful of hair, he gently pulls, tipping back her head so he can get a better view of those perky little tits.]
Tell me what you need, sweetheart. [He rumbles, glancing down at his cock plunging into her, so fucking wet he swears she's already come.] You're dripping already, Kenzi.
[He smears a finger along the edge of her folds, lifts it up so she can see. Rumlow sucks it into his mouth, eyes slitting closed at the taste. She's sweet. Somehow, that seems perfect for her.]
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Date: 2017-04-11 03:39 am (UTC)She arches her back when he slides his hand up, further enforcing that kitten imagery. There's something she'd like to be lapping at later, too, he's really not far off the mark. He's got her working for this and it makes her want it that much more. She mewls when he lifts his finger to his lips and sucks on her wetness, struggling to keep her eyes open at it sends another electric shock to her soaking wet cunt and lights it the fuck up.
It's building now. She's two seconds away from a shuddering orgasm. What does she need? What does she really need from him right now? The answer surprises her a little.]
Pull harder.
[Be rougher. Leave bruises on her hips from holding on too tight and fuck her senseless.]
I'm so close. Brock, please. Just-- [Here. She reaches back to grab his wrist and guides his hand to her throat. Damn. Either she really trusts this guy and feels super safe with him, or she's one of those girls with serious daddy issues that can't get off without a little danger.]
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Date: 2017-04-11 02:31 pm (UTC)He feels her racing pulse, squeezes her throat just enough to offer the edge of fear, hips smacking so rough that he'd bet her ass might end up bruised, but fuck. Rumlow stares at her reflection, the way his hand looks so big around her delicate neck. God he just wants to fuck her all damn day. Leave her so sore and full of come she can't move.]
Yeah, 's a good girl, come for daddy...
[His fingers tighten in her hair, squeeze a little more around her throat. He can feel the blood pumping through her veins, pushing against him, pulse rapid from the adrenaline Rumlow would bet is flowing through her. It's got him, just from doing this, holding her right where he wants her, merciless as he fucks her just how she wants him to. The angle he's got, his piercing must be punching into her g-spot, driving her right up to the edge. He's gonna bet she comes hard.]
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Date: 2017-04-12 02:22 am (UTC)HAHAHA WHAT? DID HE JUST-- shit. Okay, that was actually hot. Fuck. She's definitely more fucked up than she thought she was if that's what gets her eyelids fluttering and her cunt spasming. Pure pleasure washes over her in a wave that would have knocked her over if it wasn't for the strong hands holding her up and squeezing her throat. She does come hard, it practically wracks her body and lasts longer than she expects, perpetuated and prolonged by each additional thrust. She reaches back, grabbing at his waist and his ass, anything she can blindly get her hands on. Her hand eventually finds his arm, the one with the hand around her neck, and she squeezes his bicep as she rides out her orgasm. He can let go now. She kind of wants to breathe.
How is he not done? How the fuck is he still going? Don't guys normally nut in 3.5 seconds, leaving you to get there on your own, entirely disappointed and inconvenienced? This shit isn't normal. No wonder she wanted to put a ring on it, goddamn.]
You're not real. There's no way you're real. You're some kind of perfect sexbot or an alien... or a demon.
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Date: 2017-04-12 03:03 pm (UTC)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.)]
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Date: 2017-04-13 02:17 am (UTC)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?