Running from life by Pragor Jane

Author:Pragor, Jane [Pragor, Jane]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-01-30T18:30:00+00:00

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Zoe

Tough takes his time pulling off my clothes. Peeling my shirt off so slowly that I want to drop to the ground just to get it off faster, his hands roam over my shoulders and down across my stomach and back, fingers lingering over the swell of my breast and the spot where my jeans sit on my hips. When they start to make a teasing trip up and down my sides, I move my hands to the bottom of his shirt and pull it up over his head. I drop it to the ground and kiss his chest—everywhere that I can reach—when he starts to undo the button of my pants, I undo his as well. His mouth comes back to mine and while our tongues twist and turn together we both manage to get each other’s pants to the ground, his fall with a heavy thud of his belt.

“On the bed.” He demands while he steps out of his pants.

I am not going to go as far as saying that I am submissive in bed, but I don’t mind being told what to do, and his tone leaves no room for argument.

I walk back until my legs hit the bed and then I sit down on it, scooting back until I can lay on the pillows at the top. I watch in fascination as Tough strips the rest of his clothes off, leaving him bare before my eyes. He stands with a smile on his face as my eyes travel the length of him before traveling the length of him!

The tree on his throat turns into a swirl of roots that fade into his skin and morph into other things. His skin is covered in ink, flowers, animals, shapes, and pictures that I don’t understand, the only part of him that isn’t tattooed is his dick.

“What? Couldn’t you find someone to do your penis?” I ask just as he lifts one of his legs to crawl onto the bed after me.

“I could but I am not that much of a masochist.” I don’t know that I believe that, but I let it go because his mouth meets the skin of my ankle, and he starts to make his way up my leg.

Tough spends the next 30 minutes running his mouth over every inch of my skin. Well, every inch except the most important one.

After he tortures my skin, the panties—that I have somehow managed to keep on—are soaked and I am at my breaking point.

“Dear god. Please, Tough. I will beg and plead if that’s what it takes, but if you don’t put something inside me I am going to die a miserable death. Your dick, a finger, your tongue, PLEASE. Something.” If he doesn’t give me what I want I am going to get out my toy and he can sit across the room and watch as I take care of myself.

Maybe I will make him sit there without touching himself while I do it, as a punishment.

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