《FIFTEEN SHADES》Chapter Six: Still A Filthy Foxie
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cold, as he so green eyes melt me on the spot.
The nickname tugs viciously on my heart, stroking my core and letting my wetness thrive.
A simple basic thing as breathing in and out is excruciating and complicated.
My palms are sweating and my body goes into a frenzy.
You are a confident no nonsense fücking witty bad bitch. Not this nervous mute dragonfly so speak!
I quickly try to compose myself and tuck my phone into my pocket.
I can still hear Damien going off how much he loves me and how hard he's going to fûck me.
"So you do remember me" I give him an uninterested look a complete three sixty as i take off my air pods
I watch his jaw clench, and a little of his hard extorior wavers, almost immediately it's back like it never happened.
I pull out my phone and hang up on Damien.
He smirks and rubs the pad of thumb of the corner of his mouth and my own mouth waters.
"How could i forget a slutty nuisance"
That stung hard, I don't know why I expected him to see me any differently, when that was exactly what i potrayed that night.
I break our gaze and hang up on Damien "I see you still haven't taken my advice on conversing with animals so you can learn a thing or two about proper mannerism, since yours is as shitty as a sewer you fücking cùm slüt!"
"And you still have a filthy mouth" He grin like it's funny, stepping closer to me, my alarms are going off. His grin is the most picture picture thing I've seen with those fang. My heart just got electrocuted.
"And your ego can cause a pandemic! You ass sucker"
"And you still make me tempted to shut you up by fücking your filthy mouth with my dîck" He's in my face now.
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Both his hands frame my neck using me to back the door open. My whole body litters in goosebumps, coming alive from his touch.
It's dark in here and I can't see shît!
He turns me around and presses my back to his front, i feel him tug at my corset and i hear the sound of materials ripping.
What the fuck!
What is he doing!
Before I can get my voice back and question him then throw a punch into his face.
His hand slid into my denim sweats, he makes contact with my bare gushing püssy and lets out the most sex sinned growl into my neck.
My body starts shaking and i grab the forearm of his hand in my pùssy for support, my other hand clutching the slack material on his thighs
The heat in my stomach continues to pool down my thighs. The back of my eyes balls explode with stars and I can't keep still
"What the fuvk are you doing!" I hiss! My voice strained.
"Still a filthy Foxie i see, no panties" He cups my jaw holding me down as I start to struggle.
"No bra either" He confirms his hand going easily into my shirt now that he tore off my corset, cupping my heavy breast.
He tugs on my now hard nipple, pinching it slightly before going back to squeeze on my breast.
I moan and stop struggling, i start rubbing against his body and his hand in my püssy looking for a relief, any hit i can find.
My whole skin is flushed, and my head start to spin. Then he starts to stroke on my sensitive swollen clît and I nearly collapsed. If his hold on my breast wasn't so deliciously strong.
"Fück i love your püssy, you're fücking drenched Foxie" I feel him rub a little aggressively on my clît, his dark growls sending sweet bolt to my core making me cream more in his hands.
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He rub then strokes to my fold and i feel him at my opening. My mind shuts down at what I know he's going to do and I'm going to beg him if he doesn't.
"Do you want my fingers in your sweet wet pussy baby"
"Hmm mmm" I whimper unable to talk my face a solid scarlet in remorse. My breath coming out in harsh pants. My stomach muscles clench and my rubbery legs wanting to close and rub for more friction.
A finger slid inside me and my mouth drops open in a loud gasp, my pussy welcoming the delicious intrusion and gushing out more cream. I feel something so bright in my eyes, maybe I'm dying.
I'm so glad it's dark in here because the sound coming out of my throat is so uncharacteristically unlike me.
My legs can't hold me anymore as he finger start relatively banging in my püssy, the wet sound accompanying it no doubt from how soaked i am.
"Oh fûck!"
"Jesus fûck how are you so tight. What a good fücking püssy creaming just for me. Right baby?"
He squeezes on my breast never breaking rythym and tugs on my sensitive nipples
A throaty moan explode from my mouth as my breast start bouncing from the force.
I cover his hand on my breast mainly to support myself so I don't fall.
His fingers still working fast inside of me, he thrust his hard heavy bulge against my ass, and grinds against me in choreography and my eyes roll back I think I'm about to pass out
"Oh God oh God" I pant feeling my stomach muscles about to give out. My body stiffens and an avalanche of fireworks explodes right before my eye.
Was that my viagina?
I bit my lips so hard and i feel that bomb go off in my stomach, my body bucks against him and he's still holds me firmly to him.
His finger still thrusting inside of me, I'm so spent that the next fire in my stomach comes as a shock. His grunt hard against me, thrusts his bulge against my ass before closing his teeth again the skin on my neck.
My legs completely give out.
I just, i just need to get my breathe back holy fûck my body is pulsing, my vaigina is pulsing.
Finally he retracts his hand from inside me and turns me around.
My legs are rubbery, my eyes a little clouded and trust me my brain is not ready to function anytime soon.
But i still easily make out his satisfied smirk at my state.
I slap him hard.
The loud boom of skin giving me less satisfaction than what he just made happen to my püssy but it'll do.
He scoffs, i see movement, i know he's touching his jaw "Foxie" He growls, i can hear the lethal anger in his voice, a slow rage building in his body. If I'm smart I should just bolt.
But he doesn't scare me.
"That was for calling me a slut... you urghhhh whatever the fuck your name is"
Wow, good going, nice nice nice.
So basically a stranger just gave you great intense finger fücking!
Chef kiss!
Your medal await you, it's a mental slap with ice cube in my hands you cold ass bitch.
I push him away, tears stinging my eyes, blinding me as i storm out of the dark room.
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