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Criminal 3d/?
(Anonymous) 2012-07-22 11:36 am (UTC)(link)The sounds she makes, wet and depraved and shameless, has his chest filling with fluttering and unstable air, has his arms shaking with the grip he has on the crate behind him. He hasn’t wanted someone so terribly since—
“I already told you.” She whispers around the bulk of him, taking a moment to smile humorlessly up at him before pulling his hips slowly towards her. Herman watches with a restless sort of groan as his cock, swollen and too hot and pulsing from excitement, sinks into her mouth until it disappears.
She’s done this before, he thinks faintly as his head falls back in bliss. With my son? With Wally Mack?
The fury that grovels sickly in his chest makes him thrust his hips forward sharply, pressing the tip of him against the back of her throat and making her cough and gag loudly.
“You bastard…” Kate pants and blinks heavily as a murky tear runs a black line down her cheek. She opts to pump him with her hand as she catches her breath.
Looking down at her, though, Herman can tell she isn’t offended. The opposite, actually; her eyes sparkle with admiration and heat for him, a genuine smile spreading across her shining lips as she wipes at her running eye-makeup.
It makes him want to vomit, to strike her, so he forces himself to look away from her as he wraps his hand over hers, guiding her towards his release. And it’s not long away; he’s been thinking about this for too long, wanting this and hating this.
It’s barely two minutes of her working her mouth and hand over him that he comes, her name on his breath and his hands forcing her head down on his hips with two handfuls of her hair until she’s choking.
Herman finds himself watching her as she carefully guides him through post-orgasmic shudders, her tongue caressing him in gentle circles and lips sucking in light, methodic pulses.
It doesn’t take him long to realize that she has been touching herself this entire time—his eyes travel in awe along the length of her arm until it disappears between her legs.
“Let me.” He breathes—begs, really.
She doesn’t respond, doesn’t really move other than to rest the side of her face against his thigh. Her eyes, which are closed in delight, open suddenly in a devilishly languorous way to meet his—his breath hitches at the sight.
Herman grows impatient with her constant teasing, opting to yank her up to him by her shoulder. She yelps from the rough movement, wincing deeply in pain before she stomps on his foot in reprisal.
It’s not much, but it still makes him grunt in discomfort before he’s yanking her back against his chest, molding her form to his and hugging his arms around her tightly to prevent her struggle. They fight for a moment, her snarling and scratching at him in her attempts to wiggle out of his grip. He holds her down well enough.
Kate lets her head fall back to his shoulder and arches her back into him, grinding her backside against him restlessly, shamelessly.
“I’ll never forgive you.” He whispers in her ear as his fingers fumble with her suit’s zipper, clumsily forcing their way into her underwear.
She laughs, the horrible thing; laughs and presses a searing kiss to that very same spot on his jaw where she began all of this. “You will.”
Criminal 3e/?
(Anonymous) 2012-07-22 11:43 am (UTC)(link)Her response is weak, barely a whimper, and he adds another finger just to hear that sound again. “More, Sir…”
It feels like an awkward dance—almost: the way he has to move with her to keep her upright. She shakes against him, grinding and thrusting her hips against his fingers with enough vigor to make her pant—the eroticism makes his breathing come heavy as well, his breath stirring the baby-hairs framing her face.
“Just there, almost…!” She gasps just moments before he feels the tight contractions around his fingers, the muscles in her body going taut and her legs shaking until they buckle beneath her.
He grunts at her sudden collapsed weight in his arms, awkwardly using his knee to aid his effort to keep her upright as she begins to shiver, whisper to him, groan in appreciation… it’s all sort of a blur, if he’s honest.
Maybe it’s the final realization of what he’s just done, that this is all permanent and real and… he’s just done it. Herman thinks that the worst of this all is that he wants it again. Oh, God, does he want it again…
It takes him a moment to see her, really see her, and when he does he realizes that she’s cleaning herself off with his undershirt before shimmying back into her cotton panties. Spotlessly white, of course.
Herman watches her, still labored of breath, still exposed with his vault suit opened and his undershorts yanked down his hip.
She’s radiant in her youth, her amber skin flushed in post-coital, her hair haphazardly free from its formerly prim pony-tail, her dark eye-makeup smeared from sweat and emotionless tears.
There is something attractive about this: her—the ruined visage of this star-student; seeing her filthy and disheveled, so unlike her true self, makes a strange swell of breath lift his chest.
He begins to tuck himself back into his armor, struggling with shaking fingers on some of the latches before she’s there in front of him, working with quick flicks of her fingers, strapping him in securely.
And then Kate kisses him, a kiss that makes him nervous, makes his heart thump uncomfortably hard and precise against his ribcage. She tastes of him, bitter and salty, and it disgusts him—yet he still can’t help but grab greedy handfuls of her to pull her closer into the kiss.
She pulls away in a breathless flurry of movement, her lips shining and deeply pink from his vigor. Kate’s got that sparkle in her eye, the one that enraptures him instantly—makes him wonder what she’ll do with him next.
Kate is fast as she snatches her hand out to grasp him between his thighs, wrenching a horrified gasp from Herman as she grips his cock tightly through his vault suit—just firmly enough to rouse him once more after a few strokes.
She burns her devilish eyes into his for a moment before she gives her lips a quick lick, leaning up towards his ear on her very tip toes.
“Give Pepper a big kiss for me, eh Manny?” She whispers, and his heart breaks.
Re: Criminal 3e/?
(Anonymous) 2012-07-22 10:46 pm (UTC)(link)MY
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Re: Criminal 3e/?
(Anonymous) 2012-07-23 12:00 am (UTC)(link)ASDFGHJKL: *flails*
Re: Criminal 3e/?
(Anonymous) 2012-07-23 01:10 am (UTC)(link)Re: Criminal 3e/?
(Anonymous) 2012-07-23 09:22 am (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2012-07-28 10:03 am (UTC)(link)