no apologies....(co-written with Maxie)

Don't say you're sorry. I don't want to hear it.

Don't give me the puppy eyes, they won't work.

And don't, whatever you do, ASK how you can make it up to me. Because you should know.

Get undressed, slowly, so that I can enjoy the way the clothing falls onto the floor, like a discarded skin. Look me in the eyes, bold but shy, as I gaze at your hardness, your cock standing proud.

Get on your knees. And when I stand in front of you, help remove my skirt. You don't need words. When I sit on the edge of the bed, my legs part automatically. I lie back, my hands playing with my nipples, already erect from the whisper of your breath on the insides of my thighs.

I feel the tip of your tongue lightly run up my slit, tasting my arousal. I permit myself a low moan, barely heard. Your fingers open me up, pulling apart my lips and giving yourself access to the deepest parts of me. Your tongue plunges in, a swizzle stick swirling the mixture of saliva and cream, creating yourself a cocktail.

My hands grab your hair, pulling you further into me. I gasp as I feel one finger probe at my rear entrance, sliding in slowly. My thighs relax and fall, and my hands massage your head. You suck on my lips like they're a delicacy. My body is on fire as you flicker the tip of your tongue over my clit, just barely making contact. My hips rise to meet your mouth, but you pull back, keeping the distance between us. Your hands grab mine, pinning them to the matress.

And it continues.

Your tongue is torturing my clit, bringing me continuously to the edge of oblivion, and then stopping, opting to nibble the sensitive skin around it, which still sends vibrations to the desperate bud. I'm practically crying and begging to be released.

You stop. You climb on top of me, rubbing that beautiful hard on up and down my slit, but not completely. You get an evil chuckle out of stopping just short of contact with the one spot that could make me shatter. You move my hands to above my head and anchor my wrists with one hand. Your tongue isn't clocking out yet. Straddling me, you lean in, taking my nipple in your mouth, dancing to the same tune as you did with my pussy, which is clenching, desperate to have you inside me.

You're deliberately taking your time, punishing me when, in truth, it's YOU that deserves the punishment. But I'll take this. I'll enjoy it. You switch hands, and breasts. Your free hand traces circles along my belly, patterns over my thigh, and occassionally strokes your cock against my skin. I swallow a cry as your teeth snap my nipple between them, and you suckle on it like a baby.

I barely feel you move off me as I concentrate on the sweet sensations coarsing through my body. But I do feel the head of your prick as you slowly enter my wetness. My back arches as I try to thrust on you, but you stubbornly take your time, entering me inch by inch. My legs move around your waist, straining to pull you in.

Your eyes sparkle, and I can almost hear the words - you want it? Then TAKE IT.

You withdraw and then slam into me, your head hitting the back of my pussy, and filling me fast and hard. I can't hold back the scream that rips from my throat as you pound into me, my wetness letting you move faster with no resistance. You stand tall, sneering down at me, no mercy in your blue eyes.

With my heels, I kick the back of your knees, causing you to collapse on top of me. I grab onto you, raking my nails down your back, causing you to hiss. Your lips slam down onto mine, bruising my mouth, punishing me further still. Your hands pull my hair, wrenching my neck to the side, exposing the sweet spot; the one place that you can kiss, or bite, on me that will instantly turn me to jello. But rather than bite there, like I expect, you gently kiss it. Yep. Jello.

I clench my cunt around you, tightening up the space. You gasp, going faster, and growling. With every thrust, I'm closer to finally coming. And you are too.

You stand up again, looking in my eyes. With one finger, you reach down, and as I climb higher and higher, you're waiting, for that one signal that will tell you I'm there.

I bite my bottom lip. There it is.

With two fast, hard thrusts, you rub your finger over my clit.

I'm starbound as I feel my juices pour out and all over your cock. With a groan, you withdraw, fisting yourself and coming all over my thighs and pussy.

As I lay there panting, you crawl into bed next to me, moving to put your arms around me.

"I'm sorry. I won't do it again."

"To hell you won't."



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