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Agora Hills by Doja Cat

THE WAY HE dutifully kneels in front of me showcasing the power resembling from the opposite gender.

"Crawl to me." I rasp finding the scene to be too erotic than any superior voyeurism shits.

And he exactly does that, rolling his sleeves up to his elbow line he bends and crawls to me. I spread my legs inviting him in between them and close the entry as soon as he indulges himself.

"Why are you doing this?" I inquire.

He smiles trailing wet kisses on my left thigh. "Because I want to. I want to embrace your twisted warmth. I am done, Caterina. I am so done with the tug of war between my mind and my heart that ultimately my heart won this game. I don't want to jeopardize my confusion but after tonight I am finally settled. I need you, no, I want you, Caterina, more than the meal lying beside the bed, more than the breath I am taking right now. You're important to me."

I arch an eyebrow, force him to look at me, and pinch his nose to allow him to inhale through his mouth. His pink lips part as an invitation and I sink to close the breathing system properly. Our lips part and close overlapping one another. Soon I release his nose and tug hard on his mane letting him moan in my mouth. His fingers find my thong and he waits, oh Umbria, he waits for my permission and I allow him by putting my hand on his as if helping him to tear apart my panties.

He pulls back looking up at me like I am the Goddess he is going to worship all along his life. Like I am the only oxygen he is going to inhale and the only meal he is going to eat. "May I?"

With a slight nod from my side, he splits my already slit gown stretching the stitching of the material and finally snapping it into half.

My sore cheek does minimal pain by how numb I feel as I throw my head back, spreading my legs more easily as his tongue enters the borderline of my lips. His hands hold either side of my hips to direct his way of position. My cunt flares up at his wet boneless muscle inviting him to my ocean.

"Oh, Umbria!" I moan fisting one hand and the other kneading his hair. My eyes close as if I am drugged by his ministrations.

I am an addict and he is my morphine.

His strokes are deliberately slow in process and I just want to stuff my entire pelvic bone to his face, probably the best Human Centipede movie, just kidding.

With a final swirl of his tongue, he jabs straight to my g-spot. He laps up all the nutrients I am producing, I watch how his larynx bobs up and down as he drinks my source.

"Je suis accro à votre alcool bio." He groans.

[ french translation: I am addicted to your organic-made alcohol. ]

"Will you come for me?" He asks.

I laugh roughly. "Do that for me, make me come so hard that I forget the pain I am having."

He pauses and looks at me with a not-so-innocent smile. "That means you're a human."

I grin. "A monster having a heart is a joke of the century."

He shakes his head. "Emotions are the one that allows us to understand that we are still in the center of humanity, once crossed from the boundary, how much he or she excelled in the earlier course of positive course will be held as a responsible suspect. And you," he looks up rolling my gown and keeping them separate from his goal, "are a human with humanity and monster to the world of dangerous people. How I wish you weren't the one who was on my hunted list."

I chuckle. "How is the hunting going on?"

He smirks eyeing his goal and like a cat aiming at its meal, he pounces on my pussy. "Just started." His fingers followed the same path his tongue left a few seconds ago and curls my already wet region much wetter.

"Leone." I moan his name out loud holding the armlet of the couch and lift my hips in the air a little bit to give him more access. His tongue leaves a wet trail and his fingers spread the region to allow his saliva to cover up any region he might have missed out on because I can feel, I can fucking feel how my release is getting thicker as it trails down from my hidden hole to the moonlight.

And then with a final attack on my most sensitive region, I come fully, with nothing holding me back from seeing the stars in my eyes. "Oh Leone." A small smile curves my lips as I close my eyes and run to the stairs of heaven he sent me to.

After a moment, he lifts me tenderly and sets me on the bed. I sigh contentedly as he peels off the drenched gown and the nipple pads I used. He groans out loud. "Your stars twinkle like a milky way."

I choke on my laughter. "My nipples look like stars?"

He grins. "They do. They seem enough pointed to leave a jab."

I smirk. "Then do a better job for your suction."

He bows slightly. "As my Regina wishes."

He goes to work on each one of them and straightens his pole near my stomach as it aligns itself it leave trails of wetness. I tug his hair closer to my breast as he swallows one fully like it was never there. I moan at the view and close my eyes when he swaps his attention back and forth. "Oh, fuck me."

He breath fans my areola, creating goosebumps near the region. "Then do it. Grab it. Its all yours, my master."

I always wondered what it will feel like to hold the power offered by Aristide and now that he submitted to my chamber, bow to me, knelt until his kneecaps hurt brings me enough pleasure to just succumb to mindless orgasms.

In a swift motion, I flip him and curtain my hair around his face to hide him from the world. He is mine. Only mine.

And the firm confession in the church of acceptance shakes my belief of inhumanity. I wrap my fingers around his pale skin, bewildered how my tan skin fits his. My nails dig firmly with an aim to leave marks. "You are mine, Leone. People might assume that we are meant to be apart and how foolish they are to think the route is open. Even after I die, my ghost will haunt and kill as many lovers you have after me."

I think he will be disgusted by my rash confession but the now brick structured material between us speaks otherwise.

My fingers dig deeper allowing him to choke. "Am I clear, Aristide?"

He places his hand on mine and instead of loosening the grip, he tightens it further. "Turns me on when you call me by my name."

I pull his face that makes him sit and I am on his lap. "Tell me you are mine, Leone."

He grins. "I am yours- oh fuck." He groans as I position myself and directly fill my tunnel with his. His lips look like an invitation and who am I if not give into the forbidden taste? I kiss him, biting his lower lip and stretching it further to rip the skin making him bleed.

That's it.
Bleed for me.
And I will bleed for you.

"I never thought that kissing you will turn out to be my favorite part. A part of the play that soon turns out to be a major role in my life. I want to kiss you when you are asleep, kiss you when you look at me with that damn smile, kiss you when I fear I will lose. So, yeah I want to do that damn task every single moment of my life just to have that sinful cupid lips plastered on my plump ones."

I smile contendly. "Then kiss me. Kiss me until you fully believe I am yours and you are mine."

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did someone asks for smut? There will be one last sex scene(or maybe not) which makes me feel like I am the happiest survivor alive