My sweet Nugget had managed to eat most of his nuggets and some of his fries, fed to him by the hand of yours truly of course, before checking his phone and noticing that we don't have much time left if I'm to make good on my promise of making him forget the entire alphabet as well as his name, and was the one to have us up and out of the chair and the room, the urgency with which he had drug me into the bathroom something that had translated directly into whispered words of "Fuck me, Daddy..." and the taste of his meal making its way into my mouth via the crashing of his lips onto mine... Even pressed up against the bathroom wall he's so soft trapped against me...
I had thought his heat had calmed down just a bit, but clearly, I was wrong, my sweet Princess not even wanting to fully drop his pants before he has my cock released from my jeans and resting hot and heavy in his hand as he does his best to make me forget that I need to be gentle with him because he could possibly be pregnant...
Gentle, however, doesn't mean not taking him against the bathroom wall... It doesn't mean that if I'm careful I can't take a step closer until he's pinned and help him wiggle his delectable ass out of the sweatpants that look way too good on him while pulling out his flooded plug cursing the gods I can't bury my face between his sweet cheeks so I can drink from his flowing faucet of slick... It doesn't mean that I can yank his legs up around my waist so I can slide deep inside his silky channel and swear at how fucking good it feels to have his hand finally leave my shaft and travel just a tad bit lower with a bit of maneuvering so he can cup and squeeze my balls just like he knows Daddy likes it...
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Adrian
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I don't think I've ever downed a meal so fast in my life and it is absolutely worth it feeling the stretch that comes with Daddy's thick cock trying so hard to go slow as he slides himself inside me right where he belongs...
He shouldn't have let me sleep the morning away... It had ended up making my cramps that much worse upon waking up, so much heat registering in the pit of my belly ready to spill out that my lower back's went numb about fifteen minutes ago, and I can't imagine that Daddy is in any better shape with the way I can feel him already throbbing as he begins to rock himself in and out of my body in a rhythm that has me seeing stars with the quickness of his pace.
He's not necessarily being as rough as he had been yesterday, as delicious as it had been it doesn't seem to match his mood today, instead, his thrusts are just a bit rougher than this morning... Today, he dominates me with his control over my body instead of exercising roughness and it is every bit as intoxicated... Being ordered around in that whiskey-rough rumble of a growl... Having him being quietly demanding always makes me lose my mind because he demands every bit of my attention and leaves no room in my brain for me to process anything but the feel of him...
Him inside of me... Pressed against me... Touching me... Kissing my throat and growling into my ears that I better meet his eyes and that he loves me...
Somehow he makes me feel owned, cherished, adored, and most importantly loved and all while using some of the softest touches he has at his disposal in order to master my body in ways not even I know how... I know that reading my mind helps and that he does keep track of what I like... But it never fails to give me chills when he decides that its time to make love this way... It always seems so different even right down to the way his hands feel as he holds me, his tight handed grip on my hips a feeling so divine I never want it to stop... I don't ever want him to stop touching me... My heart needs Silas like my soul needs books... Every inch of my being knows that I belong to this man, including my wolf...
When we're together like this it makes it seem like the world has stopped spinning, the entirety of everything else melting away until the only thing I can even hear is the thundering of our heartbeats as they meld together... And it's so beautiful... It's so beautiful that it brings tears to my eyes that we both know are only a reflection of how moved I feel emotionally over him taking his time to really make love instead of rushing through a quickie with me even if we only have a few minutes...
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Silas
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I know that I really shouldn't... What if he sleeps all day that he won't sleep all night and then neither one of us will be able to actually stay awake tomorrow when we need to... And I know that if I mark him that he'll be so up in his headspace after this that a nap will be inevitable, especially all cuddled up in my lap...
But all of the little whimpers he gives me when I kiss his neck. And his shoulders...
I know that he had expected roughness today and that I'm not really giving it to him... And even though I know he doesn't mind the unexpected change I still want to know that nothing else has changed... Every single inch of his sinful body is mine, just like every inch of me belongs to him, and just like he knows how to own me when he feels the need to be a bit spicier than usual... I know that marking him will most definitely erase whatever letters of the alphabet I haven't managed to push from his beautiful mind...