Weiss
Planetoid
- Joined
- Apr 4, 2020
It was precisely that bitter taste in his mouth. His disdain for her. Her equal hatred for him. This would never be boring for him, it was nothing short of exhilarating. He absolutely fucking despised her and having sex with her was the single most cathartic thing he could've managed to do. And he wanted to know that she despised him too. It gave him complete closure over having such a seemingly irrational hatred for her. "...Fuck off with that." Julius growled into her ear, slamming up into her once more. "If you want to rake those pretty fucking nails down my back then do it... drop the timid shit, you bitch." Completely unapologetic in how he handled her, his arms curled underneath her body and picked her up for just a moment until she felt her back crash against the couch.
Within moments, the thick smack of his thighs slamming against her own filled the room with an unapologetic rhythm of him fucking her. He let her bury her face against his shoulder, look past him and pretend that whatever was happening wasn't going on. Despite that, he wished that she wouldn't. Fucking someone as dead as her would've been completely boring if not for the pretense under how they were doing it. At the very end of it all, he would get satisfaction from this. Just the feeling of him throbbing in her would tell her that he was going to finish at some point even if it would've been beyond terrible for her until then.
Curling her back a little more firmly, he buried her smaller, more lithe frame against his far larger one. He pinned his chest against her own, made every single inch of her completely locked underneath something far more stronger and overpowering than she was. All the while, he continued to slam into her again and again now that he had eased in enough to not make tear her apart and make her scream. Julius wanted to mark her. To leave a hickey along her neck and truly make her claw at her skin, enough that he would scare her by burying his lips against her collarbone. Teeth grazed along it for a moment, stopping in only a soft blow against her skin.
Three, nearly four minutes would pass of him burying himself into her and only then did he finally start to slow down into a pace that was much more leisurely than how roughly he had begun. Broad fingers buried themselves in her hair, intertwining in her locks and clutching tight to keep her figure completely glued to his own. Julius wouldn't allow her to move an inch, he didn't want her to feel an ounce of power or control... all except her hands which could only shift aimlessly along his back.
Within moments, the thick smack of his thighs slamming against her own filled the room with an unapologetic rhythm of him fucking her. He let her bury her face against his shoulder, look past him and pretend that whatever was happening wasn't going on. Despite that, he wished that she wouldn't. Fucking someone as dead as her would've been completely boring if not for the pretense under how they were doing it. At the very end of it all, he would get satisfaction from this. Just the feeling of him throbbing in her would tell her that he was going to finish at some point even if it would've been beyond terrible for her until then.
Curling her back a little more firmly, he buried her smaller, more lithe frame against his far larger one. He pinned his chest against her own, made every single inch of her completely locked underneath something far more stronger and overpowering than she was. All the while, he continued to slam into her again and again now that he had eased in enough to not make tear her apart and make her scream. Julius wanted to mark her. To leave a hickey along her neck and truly make her claw at her skin, enough that he would scare her by burying his lips against her collarbone. Teeth grazed along it for a moment, stopping in only a soft blow against her skin.
Three, nearly four minutes would pass of him burying himself into her and only then did he finally start to slow down into a pace that was much more leisurely than how roughly he had begun. Broad fingers buried themselves in her hair, intertwining in her locks and clutching tight to keep her figure completely glued to his own. Julius wouldn't allow her to move an inch, he didn't want her to feel an ounce of power or control... all except her hands which could only shift aimlessly along his back.