#* kiillmeromantically 003
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he’s been eyeing his step-daughter ever since she got out of the lake, her body dripping with water, and the tiny bathing suit she wore leaving little to the imagination. his cock was painfully hard, and didn’t bother hiding it considering the rest of the family were busy enjoying their time in the water. he turned the heat down on the grill before walking over behind her, beer in hand. theo pressed himself against billie’s back, shamelessly letting her feel how hard he was. grinding himself against her ass. “you expect me not to get hard when you’re dressed like a whore, huh?” he placed his beer down on the table in front of her before his arms circled around her, rough hand cupping her cunt through her wet bathing suit bottom. “what’s the point of wearing this shit if it doesn’t cover anything? i saw your cunt the minute you walked out of the house wearing this.”
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despite his attempts of reassurance, the knowledge that there was someone else present lingered in the back of her mind. she enjoyed his mouth and was unsure if he was far more experienced and skilled than the boys she'd hooked up with before him, or if there was the added thrill of everything: his obsession, the danger he represented, the third party. regardless, there was no denying she was succumbing to this man's seduction, hips bucking into his, back arching, nipples hardening under each of his ministrations.
maggie had been under a haze of pleasure, so much so that when he announced he'd be releasing her hands she felt a little confused. for several moments she blinked at him, flexing her fingers but still maintaining her hands where he had left them. "i-" maggie followed his gaze, heat filling her cheeks faster than she had taken to process his instructions. "but i've never-" she'd fucked boys, of course, but more often than not it had been in the dark and over before it had truly begun. maggie didn't think anyone had ever looked directly at her and this man just expected her to- "i don't think i can do that." she straightened her skirt slightly. "i'm sorry," maggie mumbled weakly, wondering how pissed off he'd be. "i'll try to do something else to make you happy. please." @kiillmeromantically
it hadn’t occurred to her to cover herself up, to fight his hold and regain domain over her hands and tug up her clothes. instead, she remained where he’d placed her, exposing her as he deemed fit and playing her body like a fiddle. maggie convinced herself she was playing along, protecting herself but she knew her protests were weak at best, that some part of her was too curious, and when his mouth made her writhe on his lap, she knew she’d only become more compliant in the future. “he still has eyes,” she whispered, though she knew her back was facing the driver and only the man in front of her actually had a full view of her breasts
maggie had been desperate when she’d kissed him; desperate to quiet herself, to not draw the attention of the third party, to not sound like a desperate slut. and yet when he pinched her nipples, she reacted, unaccustomed to that kind of pleasure. her hips bucked into his, a whimper pulled from the depths of her throat. and once he fell into steady grinding motions, maggie couldn’t help but respond. he pushed and she pulled, he bumped and she grinded. “but-” he wasn’t all that mattered. he couldn’t be. she had work. promotions. she had family. she had friends. she- “oh,” she hissed between her teeth, legs trembling slightly. “you’re all that matters to me.” in that moment he was. and in that moment, maggie realized she’d say anything he wanted her to, so long as he didn’t stop whatever the hell it was he was doing that made her insides coil so deliciously. “more. please.”
she was going to be his perfect little doll and he knew it. she wasn’t even trying to fight him when he knew that she wasn’t trying to stop him. he would have laughed but he knew that was the wrong thing to do. instead he merely smiled as she wiggled on his lap and rolled his eyes. she was clearly so worried about his driver,” he doesn’t care,” he told her,” he is paid to be concerned with whatever i tell him, nothing more.” it was clear that he was going to have a lot to teach her but the first thing was that she was only to worry about him. he forced himself to break the kiss because he wanted to hear her. instead he smiled as her hips bucked against his, a whimper coming from her.
he still didn’t let go of her hands and instead he began to yank her skirt up. the fabric bunched at her hips and he went right back to grinding into her. his fingers were reaching to pinch and tug at her nipples. she was already moving against him and his eye brows arched up at her words. she seemed like she was going to protest. instead she stopped herself and said exactly what he wanted her to say. he smirked as she felt her legs trembling and he knew that he wanted to see what he could make her do,” i’m going to let go of your hands.” he waited a few seconds before he actually did release them,” i want you to pull these to the side.” he motioned towards her panties which he was so tempted to rip,” and show me that pretty cunt.” the ride they were taking was to home that was outside of the city and they had plenty of time.
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it hadn't occurred to her to cover herself up, to fight his hold and regain domain over her hands and tug up her clothes. instead, she remained where he'd placed her, exposing her as he deemed fit and playing her body like a fiddle. maggie convinced herself she was playing along, protecting herself but she knew her protests were weak at best, that some part of her was too curious, and when his mouth made her writhe on his lap, she knew she'd only become more compliant in the future. "he still has eyes," she whispered, though she knew her back was facing the driver and only the man in front of her actually had a full view of her breasts
maggie had been desperate when she'd kissed him; desperate to quiet herself, to not draw the attention of the third party, to not sound like a desperate slut. and yet when he pinched her nipples, she reacted, unaccustomed to that kind of pleasure. her hips bucked into his, a whimper pulled from the depths of her throat. and once he fell into steady grinding motions, maggie couldn't help but respond. he pushed and she pulled, he bumped and she grinded. "but-" he wasn't all that mattered. he couldn't be. she had work. promotions. she had family. she had friends. she- "oh," she hissed between her teeth, legs trembling slightly. "you're all that matters to me." in that moment he was. and in that moment, maggie realized she'd say anything he wanted her to, so long as he didn't stop whatever the hell it was he was doing that made her insides coil so deliciously. "more. please." @kiillmeromantically
she should have felt more fear than curiosity. she should be freaking out, figuring a solution to her situation. she should be searching for her phone or contemplating an escape route. and instead, she was actually… memorized. god, but there was something wrong with her. and yet she couldn’t help but enjoy this… his attention on her, watching her every move, cataloging her response. if he’d noticed she’d held her breath while he held her hands together behind her back, he said nothing. maggie hadn’t figured out if he was pleased with her or just distracted by his win.
her lips pressed together as his explored her exposed flesh, eyes fluttering close and if she happened to tilt her head back and arch her back so he’d have easier access to her chest… well, that was unintentional, of course. what was clearly intentional was his attempt to pull down her clothes, leaving her topless in the back of his car. maggie instantly straightened, eyes wide as she looked back and forth between the man whose lap she was sitting on and the driver. “please don’t. they can see,” she whispered and yet she quickly realized that someone watching, being caught only made the adrenaline within her peak. shit. to complicate matters, the man beneath her had sucked one of her nipples into her mouth, pulling an unexpected cry out of her as her nipple turned hard, only to then do the same to its sister. “oh, god.” she was so fucked. the thought only occured to her once she realized she’d leaned down and pressed her mouth to his in order to muffle any more lewd sounds pouring out of her.
she wasn’t attempting to fight him or even protest. another sign for anton that she was perfect for him. it was something that he had known from the first time that he saw her. she was so utterly beautiful and perfect in his eyes. he was incredibly eager to explore her and he wasn’t exactly a patient man. that was why he had no qualms about going to expose her breasts to him. even if they weren’t alone but he knew that he trusted his driver. he nearly smirked as she seemed to register what he was doing a few moments after he had done it. she was ramrod straight but not even going to try to pull her bra back up.
“he doesn’t matter,” stated anton with a smirk since it didn’t matter in the slightest.he knew that he was going to push her in ways she had likely never imagined. yet that didn’t deter him even as his mouth captured one of her nipples. his tongue lashing her as she cried out. he instantly repeated the same motion only to be taken by surprise. she was actually leaning down to pull her into a kiss. his hand still kept hers still but he reached to begin to pinch and tweak her nipples,” maybe i want to hear you sing for me.” yet he returned the kiss as she seemed to fall into it. his hips pushed up into her, grinding against her. he reached to grasp at her chin and forced her to look him in the eye,” all that matters to you is me.” he gave her a pointed look before he dipped down to pepper kisses along the curve of her breasts,” repeat that to me, piccolo.”
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she should have felt more fear than curiosity. she should be freaking out, figuring a solution to her situation. she should be searching for her phone or contemplating an escape route. and instead, she was actually... memorized. god, but there was something wrong with her. and yet she couldn't help but enjoy this... his attention on her, watching her every move, cataloging her response. if he'd noticed she'd held her breath while he held her hands together behind her back, he said nothing. maggie hadn't figured out if he was pleased with her or just distracted by his win.
her lips pressed together as his explored her exposed flesh, eyes fluttering close and if she happened to tilt her head back and arch her back so he'd have easier access to her chest... well, that was unintentional, of course. what was clearly intentional was his attempt to pull down her clothes, leaving her topless in the back of his car. maggie instantly straightened, eyes wide as she looked back and forth between the man whose lap she was sitting on and the driver. "please don't. they can see," she whispered and yet she quickly realized that someone watching, being caught only made the adrenaline within her peak. shit. to complicate matters, the man beneath her had sucked one of her nipples into her mouth, pulling an unexpected cry out of her as her nipple turned hard, only to then do the same to its sister. "oh, god." she was so fucked. the thought only occured to her once she realized she'd leaned down and pressed her mouth to his in order to muffle any more lewd sounds pouring out of her.
be careful what you wish for. her mother’s advice echoed in her mind as she tried to objectively analyse her current predicament. she’d wanted adventure, she’d wanted excitement. she had to wonder if she’d set herself up, if the amount of times she’d gone out hoping to find the balls to act had somehow played a part in this ending. had maggie attracted this situation? his voice oozed over her, demanding her attention even when she felt she needed to figure several things out at the same time. “close enough, yes,” she agreed. “but head in the clouds suggests… daydreaming. thinking is far more rational.” that had been the most she’d spoken to him that did not involve repeating the half end of his sentences. but it was hard to focus at the time being, now more than ever since he’d landed her on his lap.
she hadn’t realized she was touching his chest until she made herself stop. fuck. she shouldn’t have done that, should not have encouraged physical touch. she didn’t want that. did she? she must have, if him pinning her hands to the small of her back had her breathing heavily and, were it not for the fact that he was between them, maggie knew she’d clench her thighs. he shouldn’t be this close, forehead touching hers as though they had any kind of history, intimacy. and yet she allowed it, told herself she was sitting still to not piss him off, to survive but… well, she hadn’t felt the need to run as he pushed down the fabric, exposing her shoulder. she’d simply sat there, on his lap, watching as he brought his mouth to her skin. her eyes had fluttered closed upon the initial contact and she’d felt her breath turn shaky while she ignored the shivers rippling throughout her body. “and what does that intel, being yours?” she was distracting him, she told herself, convincing herself it was okay to enjoy this if it meant surviving. “you take care of me and what do i do?” gods, she hoped he wouldn’t stop- no, no, she wanted him to stop. that’s why she was talking. to distract him. make him use his lips for talking, not kissing. so obviously it wasn’t her who whimpered.
the first time he had seen maggie he had known she would be different. perhaps that was why he kept coming around. he had noticed her patterns right off the bat which had made it almost far too easy. it was clear to him that she had lived a sheltered life and that was something he was determined to change. even if it meant pushing her in ways that she likely wouldn’t know how to handle. it was evident she was becoming distracted by his words and his touch. he had to stop himself from chuckling as she agreed with him,” i suppose it is.” that was all that he was willing to give her in regards to her words. he treasured the fact that she seemed to be unable to help herself when it came to reaching out to touch him.
he took the chance to cage her hands together to clasp them behind her back. even then she didn’t seem to fight him only stare up at him. it was impossible for him to miss the way that her breath seemed to hitch and then grow heavy. yet none of that deterred him from what he wanted to do. his lips forged a path along her collar bone the moment more skin was exposed. yet he didn’t stop there as he used his free hand to continue to tug her top down until the fabric was forced below her breasts. he kept her hands trapped as he yanked the cup down but listened to her questions,” you embrace living for a change,” he taunted as he began to kiss down towards the valley of her breasts. his teeth lightly scraping against her skin,” you embrace your true nature and stop living for other people.” his mouth captured her nipple within seconds, his tongue lashing against it as he glanced up towards her face. she wasn’t pulling away and in fact seemed to be enjoying what he was doing. yet he didn’t release her hand as he switched to her other nipple,” you enjoy the pleasure you’ve denied yourself.”
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be careful what you wish for. her mother's advice echoed in her mind as she tried to objectively analyse her current predicament. she'd wanted adventure, she'd wanted excitement. she had to wonder if she'd set herself up, if the amount of times she'd gone out hoping to find the balls to act had somehow played a part in this ending. had maggie attracted this situation? his voice oozed over her, demanding her attention even when she felt she needed to figure several things out at the same time. "close enough, yes," she agreed. "but head in the clouds suggests... daydreaming. thinking is far more rational." that had been the most she'd spoken to him that did not involve repeating the half end of his sentences. but it was hard to focus at the time being, now more than ever since he'd landed her on his lap.
she hadn't realized she was touching his chest until she made herself stop. fuck. she shouldn't have done that, should not have encouraged physical touch. she didn't want that. did she? she must have, if him pinning her hands to the small of her back had her breathing heavily and, were it not for the fact that he was between them, maggie knew she'd clench her thighs. he shouldn't be this close, forehead touching hers as though they had any kind of history, intimacy. and yet she allowed it, told herself she was sitting still to not piss him off, to survive but... well, she hadn't felt the need to run as he pushed down the fabric, exposing her shoulder. she'd simply sat there, on his lap, watching as he brought his mouth to her skin. her eyes had fluttered closed upon the initial contact and she'd felt her breath turn shaky while she ignored the shivers rippling throughout her body. "and what does that intel, being yours?" she was distracting him, she told herself, convincing herself it was okay to enjoy this if it meant surviving. "you take care of me and what do i do?" gods, she hoped he wouldn't stop- no, no, she wanted him to stop. that's why she was talking. to distract him. make him use his lips for talking, not kissing. so obviously it wasn't her who whimpered. @kiillmeromantically
she was flirting with the line between being adventurous and having a death wish. anyone else would have run for the hills by now, started kicking & screaming, bashing body parts into windows looking for an escape. maggie… she was blaming whatever small amount of liquor she’d ingested when, honestly, she was intrigued. he could have been everything she’d wanted: a change. he could have been mysterious, dangerous enough to be interesting. had he not shoved her into his car and basically admitted to stalking her. now she was in his car, torn between making an actual run for it and… seeing how this would pan out. she truly was naive & reckless. it was so easy though, being lured by his obsession. he’d seen a million girls night in and out of clubs but, for whatever reason, she had become his target, the wallflower everyone else overlooked so easily because she was cautious and boring and plain.
she had nothing to say, she decided as his thumb traced her quivering lip and her eyes darted along his features. “no longer a problem,” she repeated but, before she could ask whether he’d just threatened this man or killed him, the blonde found herself on the man’s lap. she gasped audibly, moaned once her body landed on his with more force than she was used to. “my head isn’t in the clouds. i’m thinking.” honestly, she was trying to wrap it around what the fuck was happening, what he wanted to do with her, why he’d even bothered- gods, she couldn’t think, not when it was painfully obvious how close they were, when she could not ignore his presence because he was right there, pressed up against closer than anyone had been in months. she needed a distraction from his body so she could focus. she tried combing her hair with her fingers, trying to organize her thoughts and figure out what the fuck she could do, whether she should fear him or want him or maybe she needed a psych evaluation. “what makes you think i need taking care of?” she’d always taken care of herself, she thought she’d done a pretty good job with it. until he mentioned the spiked drinks.”why would you want to take care of me?”
truly he had been prepared for her to lash out in some way. it was something that most would have done. then again the first time he had laid his eyes on maggie he had known she was different. all that remained to be seen as how well she would behave. he knew that she was likely in some form of shock for the time being. that was why he had no issues with basically taking control the way that he had. you didn’t get to be where anton was without being a control freak on some level. he smirked as she seemed to mull over his words of the man that he referenced no longer being a problem. of course he had no clue if he intended on telling her what he actually did for a living. he doubted she would remain as calm as she was being right then and there. he chuckled at how she gasped when he reached to yank her onto his lap.
she wasn’t going to get a choice when it came to how close he wanted her. for the time being he was playing nice but even he had limits. he merely shook his head at her at her protest,” isn’t that close to the same thing?” every inch of her was pressed firmly up against him. he knew that his body was practically like a solid wall compared to most. then again he kept himself in shape because it was a matter of survival. he smirked as she reached to run her fingers through her hair. was she attempting to stall? his hand reached to grab hers and he reached for her other. only to cage them in one of his own and keep them behind her back,” because you do,” he told her,” because you haven’t really lived and once you get a taste of what i can offer, you won’t want to walk away.” he dared to press his forehead against her own while his free hand was reaching to begin to tug the sleeve of her shirt off her shoulder. only to dip his head down to begin to pepper light kisses along her collarbone,” because, like i said, you’re meant to be mine.”
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