· Brute
· Brutal
· Brutality
These words dance around nonstop in my head as I watch the ripple of your muscles while you shower.
My loins stir with a primal urge to take and be taken ferociously.
It’s mating season and I want to stir a fiery passion of need in you, feel it course through your veins and watch it consume us both, remembering, savouring and etching every minutia of it in my mind.
I creep into the shower behind you and spank your butt; knead your shoulders with my fingers, gleeful at the tension that sprung into them at my touch.
I claw my way to face you and cup part of your dick in my palms, satisfactorily feeling it harden beneath my touch, I smile smugly — the cat has swallowed the canary.
You grab my hands and urge me to stop the tease, but then you catch that deviously challenging look in my eyes, the set of my mouth, and you sigh defeatedly, the throbbing in your dick and flex in your muscles indicating assent to the challenge.
I claw my way up to your biceps, digging in, then feasting my mouth on your nipples, nipping, suckling and teasing.
I hear the strain in your breathing and bare my teeth, proceeding to make the kill.
I bite, lick, knead, and claw at your pacs then trail my tongue down to your dick, the whole length of it, nipping at the tip; and on an oath you grab my hair, tugging me up and instantly choking my neck, then you growl “so how would you like to be punished?”
I feign bewilderment and fright and purr “daddy, please.”
You choke harder and I hiss “kiss me.”
Your mouth comes crashing down on mine with a crippling fervour, the assault on my lips brutal.
I adamantly keep my lips unyielding and you nip at my bottom lip, the pain and pleasure forcing me to part them.
Your tongue dives in to violate every crevice in my mouth, and your fingers dig into my hair, angling my head to deepen the assault on my mouth.
You trace my upper lip with your tongue as if to mark your territory then you suckle on both of my lips simultaneously.
Your mouth journeys to my chin, biting and suckling, then to my neck, making me squirm.
Your suckling and nipping become more intense, causing me to clutch at your neck both in a gesture of plea and for support.
You trail your tongue up and down my throat, your breath on my skin causing me to shiver.
You leave a trail on my collarbones and attack my breasts. You suck on my breasts so hard, my nipples begin to tingle and I feast my hands in your hair, arching my back in turn to give you more room for violation.
You leave my breasts to trail wet kisses on my belly, flickering your tongue on my navel.
When your mouth trails down to my inner thighs, suckling and nipping at the flesh, my vision blurs and I cry out “pleeeeaaazzzeee” both in surrender and demand for more, you chuckle and say “Those hickeys look good on you.”
