“Ah, yes, you want to be my little fuck doll one more time?” I ask her as I look down at her before she slowly nods her head.
“Yes, please.” She says coyly. I move down, and she pouts, still with the belt in her hands. “Belts are for spanking, not for tying up.” Grabbing her bra off of the ground where she dropped it, I move back up to where she’s laying. “What are you going to do with that?” she asks me, as a smile spreads onto her face.
Slowly shaking my head, I look at her. “What’s the first rule?” She doesn’t answer me but bites down on her lip and I try not to laugh, “Ella.” I watch the rose color forming on her cheeks as I demand the answer from her.
“Don’t talk.”
“Huh? Don’t talk?” Questioning her. “Who doesn’t talk?” I smirk at her as I kneel on the bed and slowly make my way back up to where she lies.
“Me.” she whispers.
“I don’t think that’s right.” I look at her. She mumbles. “What?” She mumbles a second time. “Well,” I shrug, moving off of the bed and she sighs.
“Fine!” she shouts. “Fuck dolls, fuck dolls don’t talk.” Smirking at her, I nod my head, moving up to where she lies.
“Good, girl. Now, hands over your head.” I tell her before wrapping the material around the headboard, lopping it around her wrists twice before I hook the clasp together. A large smile spreads across her face as I come back to where her face is and I kiss her deeply, her legs wrapping around me.
“Axe,” she whimpers into my mouth as I pull away just briefly. “I want to feel you.”
“Oh, you will.” I laugh as I grab a hold of myself, lining up with her entrance, before I lift just slightly and tap the tip of my cock onto her clit, causing her body to buck slightly as I smirk up to her.
Watching her body react to me like this drives me fucking crazy. It always has. And I could never get enough of it. So instead of slamming into her, I lean over and tease her clit with my tongue.
“Fuck…” she trails, and I can hear the headboard move forward as she tries and pulls at the material. Quickly moving up and slamming into her as she groans out. I swear it almost shakes the fucking house. Grabbing a pillow, I lift her hips and push it underneath her before I lean forward and look at her.
Kissing her deeply once more.
I could just live here, buried deep inside of her. She looks up at me and smirks as I lean back and grip a hold of her legs. Pumping into her. Spreading her legs wider as I look down, watching myself disappear inside of her, and it fucking drives me insane.
I can feel her walls tightening in around me, causing me to pump inside of her more feverishly, letting my hand fall down to her clit and rubbing circles on it. Her legs vibrate around me, causing my fucking ego to explode before I feel a gush around my cock, sending me over the edge.
Collapsing onto her, she exhales loudly, which makes me laugh as I move to the side of the bed. I’m moving away when she finally mumbles. “Uh, I think you may forget something.” She laughs as she pulls her hands.
“Wait,” she looks at me confused for a second causing me to laugh, “first, we’re going to handle something else.”
“What?”
“Tell me, what is it you’re self-conscious about?”
“Pterodactyl.” A smile spreads on her face and I laugh out as I lean into her, caging her in with my body.
“Marcella, tell me what you dislike about your body. Because Babydoll, I’m looking at you and you’re still fucking perfect.” She makes a loud screech that causes me to laugh even harder this time. “Stop it, this was never a limit.” I smirk at her before she rolls her eyes, surrendering.
“My hips are wider.” I sit up and look at her hips, shaking my head.
“No, they’re not.”
“Yes, they are.” She looks at me, sighing.
Looking down, I don’t really see what she is saying, but I sigh and give in to her. “Then you just have a little extra curve. Nothing wrong with that.” Running my hand down her side. “Next…”
“What?”
“You said, changed a lot.”
“Ugh, you will not let me get past this, are you?”
“Nope.”
