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25. “I love it when you bounce on my cock.” / BELLAMY

            “ 𝐈 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈 ––– 𝐔𝐍𝐇… 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑… ” The final word is nothing but a whisper as her fingers bunch into the fabric of the pillow beneath Bellamy’s head. Every twitch of her hips has flames roaring across her skin, the freckles offsetting the pallor all but gone as a unsteady flush rises to the surface, scalding her shoulders… chest… arms. 

With Bellamy’s grasp on her swaying breasts and his length buried between her legs, she’s lost to the filmy haze of sex, unable to count the movements of her hips nor the number of times she swears softly beneath her breath. 

His whole cock throbs within her walls, so delicious her head spins

They fight for control often, like animals, like predators with sharp teeth, and while she enjoys the domination he employs over her, there’s nothing like the moment she wraps a gentle hand at the base of his throat, holds herself STEADY, and squeezes –– just barely. More for her, than for him. 

Oh god-ohgod oh ––– ” 

Definitely more for her.