And as he holds me down ….
I am caught with wrists bound and stare up at him —as I think ….he has been my beacon of light …. through it all …. I’d never have gotten through it all —the fbi man, sunny—he listened to me through all the horror…. if not for him …. I’d not be here now I know …. And this I think as I feel….. his mouth is warm on me ….
And he says things …. to me no one ever has ever said—
as his mouth kisses me there—nobody does it like him and no, not just his mouth; it is the promise of this for more various destinations which he spells with every syllable of his artful tongue.
No. Nobody does this like the man with the vampire eyes
“I own you,” he says and drapes his body across me like a giant stallion and fucks me like a Viking
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