#☆ thread / cora dubois.

[fckher]

closed for @slccpover

cora dubois for otto tarasenko

it's the most public they've ever been. the most at risk, too. out in the open, just off the harbour with his father asleep downstairs. cora shouldn't encourage this, she shouldn't enjoy it either. but. she's in too deep now, her body all but otto's without clearly defining his claim, and she's tired of denying how she feels about and around him. divorce is off the tables. and even if it weren't, she still couldn't be with him. not without intense scrutiny and judgement she doesn't need nor want. no, they have to settle for moments like this. stealing time together where they can and giving him free reign. it's the best she can do, now. adrift at sea with the coast line on the horizon and his father will emerge from below eventually to sail them back to land- but until then, it's just the two of them. "i did as you asked." she calls to him softly from across the yacht, watching him as he approaches, leaning back on her elbows and gazing up at him. "would you like to see?"

[fckher]

tags for cora, harper, zoe and rowan.

[fckher]

She's become accustom to his touch. Her body responds naturally when he draws near, eager to please, conditioned to obey. And she loves it. She loves the dominance that he exerts, taking ownership of her body because he does own it, and her. It's no longer a guilty pleasure but simply just pleasure in its most basic form, and he brings her to highs she's never managed before, by her hand or another's. "Mhm. It is." The shivers that scatter across her skin as his hands grasp at her thighs causes her breath to hitch, sucked in sharply through parted smile as her legs spread appropriately. Her insides clench at the force, a gasp ripping from her mouth as her head tips back with the assault on her thighs and her hips rise up wantonly. It's so obscene, what he asked of her. What she had done for him, filling herself with expensive silk and lace, drenched in her own arousal and the remnants of his essence she craves, her face is flushed a pretty pink with how irrevocably horny she is. Always, for Otto. "Oh baby boy, you've no idea." Her cunt aches for relief, for his relief, to feel the stretch of his cock making its mark deep inside, where it belongs. She wants his mouth on her breasts, his hands in her hair, her legs wrapped around his hips as he pistons the length of him where she is wet and throbbing. Her heart beats in the pulse of her pussy, undulating around the panties he'd ruined before she ruined them further. Cora keened at the anger in his voice and the accusation she feels burning into her from his piercing stare. She likes to tease him, to make him jealous. It always ends with her belly full and his fingerprints bruised into her flesh. But she cannot lie about this. "No. He hasn't touched me in weeks. I wouldn't let him." Sure, she's touched him. If only to get him off so he's appeased. But that's different. His father belongs to her but Cora belongs to Otto. "I want you, Otto. Only you."

even skin as pale as ivory keys manages to glimmer golden in the reflection of temperate gulf waves . nothing about cora should surprise him , hardly anything could , but her willingness , her pliability to keep submitting , conceding miles when otto would ask for inches was stunning . he still envies his father ; she's an addiction , and he's nothing if not consistent when he's greedy for more . there's a emerald-eyed monster that claws at his sternum , particularly when he can fucking hear how cora gets laid into by his father , how enamored he gets when he looks at her —- pathetic . and , yet , which of them actually has her ? otto is ( irrationally ) determined to prove that it's him . there's one way for certain to stake his claim . " is that so ? " as lion stalks over to his sprawled out lioness . the privacy of his bedroom closet is still annotated by pictures of those curves, candid and posed , the walls of which had seen his eager hand blur to her memory . he deserves her . otto's touch takes from her , fingers wide splayed gripping under the backs of her thighs like she's his personal doll . a small bulge bumps the thin fabric of her swimsuit bottoms between the juicy folds of her impossibly tight cunt he's damn near memorized . for her obedience , cora gets a handful of playful slaps between her thighs . " are those pretty panties sticky for me ? " the ones that stuff her cunthole , the ones that already were thick with the glaze of his own arousal painting the gusset of her underwear . his attention burns a possessive fury . " did he try and fuck you with them inside of you ? "