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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jun 19, 2015 23:11:42 GMT -5
Everything was going as he had planned, even if it wasn't easy as what he thought it would be. With that in mind, he continued to quicken the paces of his thumb, pressing harder against her swollen nub with each passing second. At this rate, Heath would be sure to make her melt like a stick of fucking butter by the time their little fiasco was over. She may not have been like any of the other girls he had been with before, but he would be damned if he let her take control of the situation.
Before he could replace his thumb with his mouth however, Ana had built up enough balls to suddenly sit forward and press her mouth to his collarbone. After a few seconds, she pulled away, and Heath looked down at himself, her mouth revealing a slightly red bite mark against his otherwise beige skin. With a sudden, loud growl, Heath roughly flipped her over to her stomach, then lifted her backside as he gripped both sides of her hips with his hands.
"You left a fucking mark on me, and that's not okay," He whispered to her before finally rocking his own hips and thrusting into her.
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 20, 2015 0:14:04 GMT -5
He was really working her, really wanted her to submit to him but that just wasn't her style. She was a new aged kind of woman that didn't like filling the box that the world had set out for her. Did that make her a bitch? Maybe. Did it make her in control of her life? Absolutely. And she loved every second of it. Even when she was working the other job she loved it. Still she was close to giving in because he was so rough with her, just having his way with her body and she felt him shift some as if he was about to go down on her. Oh my god was he really about to go down on her. Oh this boy she could die and go to heaven right now.
But as it turns out he didn't like that little mark she had left on him. There was a growl, deep and primal that sent shivers down her spine. The next thing she knew she was flipped over, her bottom lifted as strong hands gripped onto her tiny little hips. "Oh well I was just marking what's mine." She said with a smirk as he moved into her with a strong thrust and she cried out, fingers gripping onto the couch under her.
"Oh fucking hell Heath..." Yes this is exactly what she wanted. And clearly what he wanted too because the room was like a steam box from them both working so fucking hard. She suppose he got what he wanted in the end, her submitting to him. But deep down she had him and that mark on his skin just proved it. After all she could make the bad guys good for a weekend.
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jun 20, 2015 0:44:29 GMT -5
He had gotten more than he bargained for when he managed to enter her. She was warm and wet and inviting...and just the way she was fucking moving made him slowly but surely, climb to his peak. She was unlike anyone he had been with for the simple reason that she didn't scream so obnoxiously loud while he continued to move in and out of her. In the past, whenever he had been with a woman, they had apparently made it their life's goal to impress him by screaming their lungs out every time he had pushed into them. Of course, to him, it was flattering to a point, but at the same time, he knew that those said women were probably just trying to make an impression on him, which ultimately, didn't work...because if it did, he wouldn't have been where he was in that very moment.
"Fuck," Heath let out a series of groans and moans, all the while continuing to slam into her at a rapidly increasing pace. With every thrust, he could feel her tightening around him, and that's when he allowed a cocky, arrogant smirk to cross his lisps. "Do you really believe that?" He panted. "That I'm yours? Because frankly, I think you got that backwards."
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 20, 2015 1:24:10 GMT -5
She can't remember the last time she was worked this hard, the last time she cried out like this and felt this much pleasure hitting her all at once, this head on and this fast. His body seemed like it was made to fit with her's. Each thrust was perfect, making her realize a moan or a small cry. She wasn't the type of girl that screamed out with each thrust she just moaned or gave a small cry. Anything more and it's just too much and it seems like you're faking it, granted she was not faking it what so ever. This was really amazing, he was amazing... He just knew how to hold her how to work her, how to make her peek and fall and peek all over again.
But then his comment threw her off for a second. And maybe it was just because she was so tight now, so very close and she didn't have a quick reply. But she was able to compose herself for long enough to say. "Babycake I'm my own woman. I belong to no man. But as far as I am consider I branded you with that mark right there." She branded her own flesh years ago. Anastasia Andrushkiv belongs to no man.... not even one working her over as well as Heath was.
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jun 20, 2015 21:33:58 GMT -5
With each push, he moved deeper into her to the point where he could hold back aby sort of moan or groan. Bloody fucking hell, she had him sounding like a fucking animal. It was both angering and arousing. He had never, both in his professional and personal life (that included his sex life) ever let a woman merely speak to him the way that this girl was...at least, not without repercussions. He growled loudly, then leaned forward, entwining his fingers into her hair and pulling roughly on her black, raven strands. Why was it that he wanted to hurt her for the things she said, but he still wanted to continue to fuck her? Heath had genuinely never been so conflicted in his entire life.
"Shut the fuck up," Heath growled again, thrusting into her once then twice, before finally climaxing into her. He relished in the ecstasy for a few minutes, then pulled out, lazily collapsing onto the sofa.
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Anastasia Andrushkiv
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 21, 2015 0:21:04 GMT -5
If there was one thing she had learned it was that she was suppose to keep ideas to herself but her body like fresh meat left out for a dog. Sadly Ana had never been good at keeping her mouth shut. In fact no she shouldn't have to keep her mouth shut! She knew her voice and she loved it, she loved being able to speak her mind knowing that she was free from the oppression other woman like her face. That she could talk how she pleased and fucked who she pleased and be fucked by anyone she wanted to fuck her. And right now she was crazy for Heath because he just had this way with her which was so good. His hand laced into her hair and pulled hard forcing her head back and she gasped... oh oh my that was something. His voice was so low and dark, looming in her ear and she closed her eyes and his own climax pushed her over the edge as well. God damn....
As they collapsed onto the couch, two sweaty moaning messes of flesh all tangled together, Ana reached out and brushed back his hair. Her lips pressed to his own tenderly as she whispered, "Oh sweetcheeks. Make me?" Her fingers drew little circles on his bare chest as she smiled and bite her lip.
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jun 21, 2015 0:51:55 GMT -5
His eyes scanned the ceiling as he continued to pant in, and then out. What the hell was that? Sure, it was sex, but it was something more than sex...though he couldn't place what it was exactly. Why did she make him feel the way he was feeling? He had been with countless hookers and escorts before. Why was this little girl any fucking different? Heath's mind clouded for a few minutes, and it only cleared when he noticed that she had shifted herself from the sofa to straddle against him. Her lips met his own, and for a few seconds, he returned the kiss. The urge was there to wrap his arms around her and take her again, but as a man of stature and responsibility, he couldn't allow himself lay around and fuck a loose bitch all night.
He snarled against her mouth, then brought his hands up to her forearms and yanked her away, breaking their connection. His eyes were emotional, yet dark and determined. He couldn't just let her getting away with ruining his reputation, because surely, if she had her way, she would tell fucking everyone about what she had done with him.
"Don't you get it?!" Heath shook her roughly, looking into her eyes. "This is over. There's nothing left. We fucked, and it's done. There's no second or third rounds. I don't do that. Besides," his eyes scanned her body once more. "How old are you? Fucking eighteen? I can't he with a fucking eighteen year old. I have a reputation to maintain!"
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 21, 2015 16:16:07 GMT -5
The cofusion on his face was priceless, she almost felt bad. With on kiss and a few choice words she had ruined years of conditioning. Years of what he had trained himself to fight against, a woman with a mouth on her, with wit and charm and... Okay not really class because when And was off the stage she wasn't really a classy doll. He was returning her kiss, full of want and passion. Oh maybe she will be lucky and he'll Fuck her again. His body sure did want her till, he was grinding up into her and kissing her back, so warm and dangerous. She loved it.
But then pushed her off and moved anyway. Awwww here it comes, his training all coming back and he wanted to put her back in her place he shook her some as she rolled her eyes. "First off I don't kiss and tell baby. Secondly i warned you. You can go try with some other Dame, but she won be as good as me." Ana winked and brushed back his hair. He was rather Handsome, still she wasn't about to face the same problem he was facing right now. She had controlad she had been doing this same song and dance since she was fourteen.
"Im twenty one, nearly twenty two. And for the record im old for my age. Im just born to be bad." She said looking over him again and smiling some. "So was I worth that fifty bucks?"
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Post by Heath Mulligan on Jun 21, 2015 18:56:55 GMT -5
He sat there in silence for a while, still recovering from his peak while also thinking a thousand things at once. Everything he had built himself up as; everything everyone knew him for, was slowly unraveling like a ball of yarn. Heath huffed in irritation and shook his head, partially hearing the things the girl was saying, but also partially focusing on what his next move was going to be. After a few minutes, he then stood, cool and calculating and walked over to pick up his clothes, and casually threw them over his body. Upon hearing Ana's question, he raised an eyebrow, then turned to face her.
"I'm not willing to discuss that," he told her stoically, his hands quickly fastening the buttons of his shirt, then his pants. "All that I do know for sure is that you need to be present tomorrow evening at my home in order to sing for my sister's birthday celebration."
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Post by Anastasia Andrushkiv on Jun 21, 2015 22:01:45 GMT -5
He got up after a while and pulled his clothes back on and she smiled, still posed perfectly on the couch with just a thing silk sheet barely covering her body. She watched him out of the corner of his eye as he changed and then turned to look at her. Ana just kept her eyes on him as he told her how he thought it was and she nodded. "Aw fine dollface whatever you say. And don't worry I'll be there, you can count on me." She winked and ran her fingers though her hair before standing up herself and pulling back on her underwear and finding her dress.
"Now if you don't mind I do need to get home, it is late."
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