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I know myself and my hole enough to know that slightly too big is way better than way too small.
“Liam, you wanting me does not mean that I want you.” “Oh.” My shoulders slump, and I have to look down so that he can’t see it when my face reflects how much that fucking hurt me. I’m not even surprised. I mean, I didn’t see it coming, but yeah. Makes sense that he doesn’t want me. Nobody really does and that’s something I’m aware of, so why does this bother me? There are so many reasons for him to not want me.
He called me beautiful, but I’m basically a blobfish compared to him because he’s a total stunner. It blows my mind that I ever thought anyone before him was attractive. Nobody compares.
Those fingers wrapped around me like that, I knew they’d look good, but god. This is better than I’d imagined.
pretty sure I have a hand kink. It’s a thing. It’s got to be, and if it’s not, it is now.
“You’re so loose for me, sweetheart. I slid right in. Is this what you meant? You’re even a little wet for me.”
“You forgot what? How open and wet you left your hole for me? Just like a good little cunt should be, huh?”
It’s so right, his fingers and all those tattoos inside me. So fucking right.
“It is convenient, being able to just slide in like that. Finding you so warm and wet for me. Open,”
“Shh, it’s okay. I fucking love that. Were you thinking of me, princess?”
It’s because his eyes are blue. Blue eyes are so weird. Pretty but also creepy.
Sex with Liam makes me stupid. Turns me into someone else.
Sex with Liam is slow. Sensual. Soft and sticky-sweet. He takes long, languid strokes like he’s starved for them.
And he also has a few that are more noticeable. Darker. Beauty marks. There are twelve of them on his face, most of them on the left side. One right under the corner of his eye, a few on his forehead above his brow bone.
He took the decision away from me and wrapped himself up in my arms, and it feels like it’s easier to breathe all of a sudden. Like the tension in my body is no more.
“Morning.” He shuffles closer, fitting his body to my back and pressing his cold nose into my neck, not even hiding it when he inhales deeply like a freak. “You smell good.”
I’ve never told a man that I want to fuck his needy little cunt, that I want his pussy squeezing my dick until I come inside him. I’ve never considered a guy who’s too lazy to touch himself, especially one as big as he is, to be a cute pillow princess, but here we are.
Nobody has ever looked at me like that, like making me feel good is his sole purpose for existing in this moment. My pretty little pillow princess taking the time and care to make me feel good is everything.
He’s so fucking beautiful like this, mouth full of cock and eyes full of tears.
This is weird. He’s fucking weird.
Everyone needs a little dick therapy now and then. Or something like that.
talk. I don’t understand why I like him calling my hole my… cunt or pussy.
Me either dude
“Yes.” I fucking love the way that word sounds on his lips. It just slips right off of his tongue and slithers its way around me, pulling me towards him like a silky lasso until I’m standing between his legs. The ones always spread for me.
“You just can’t leave this hole alone, can you? You love playing with yourself, sweetheart.”
can’t help but wonder just how often he fucks himself. It has my dick aching in my jeans, the idea that my pillow princess gets so horny when he’s not with me that he just has to fill his needy hole all by himself.
closely, and cataloging all the blatant pleasure in his features. He doesn’t want it hard. “That’s not what my princess wants, is it? You don’t want me rough, Liam. You want me just like this,” I drag my cock out almost all the way before slowly slipping back inside and smiling at the groan that builds from deep within his chest. “Yeah,” I chuckle. “I know what you like.” What he needs.
I lean back over him, press my lips onto his, and kiss him. I’m being crazy, feeling crazy, but I want it. Keep my very being inside him, shove that cute, jeweled plug back in so that my cum stays right where
I just want to be around him. Especially when he’s so willing to let me.
I can feel some dry cum between my asscheeks. Just a little, but it’s noticeable, and if I’m hanging out with him for the foreseeable future, I’d rather not be caught scratching my ass. That’s not the kind of thing you want the guy who fucks said ass to see.
kind of feel a little like a girlfriend. Because of him. He’s crowned me as his princess, and I’m sort of here for it. I accepted it the very first time he said it, and he just hasn’t stopped throwing it out there.
“Is this what you want, princess? What you’re imagining is inside you right now?”
“No. It’s not weird, sweetheart. You soak your toys in that pretty pussy of yours, I think it’s cute.”
“Liam. You’re a bit of a screamer.”
“Okay, okay. I’m leaving. But you know I am going to have to meet him, right?” “You already have.” “Yes, and then you kicked me out so you could plow him before we even had a chance to get to know each other. Your boyfriend should be friends with your best friend, Bash.”
I try not to swoon too fucking hard, but it’s a struggle. I have a feeling that this is a big deal to him. Like maybe he doesn’t hold hands usually, or it’s been awhile, or maybe he just doesn’t like it. He doesn’t seem like a hand-holder. Not at all. But he likes it with me. He’s putting up with it and trailing behind me, hand in hand.
“Not that kind of dream. It kind of sucked.” At the questioning look on his face, I explain. “I was a duck, like a duckling, and I was following you around everywhere, and you got mad at me. You called me a stupid duck and tried to kick me, and I tried to tell you that it was me, but you couldn’t understand me.” “Because… you were a duck.” “Well, yeah, but it was still upsetting. I thought about waking you up.” “To… yell at me?” I laugh. “No, I don’t know. Just to make sure you wouldn’t try to kick me if I ever turned into a duck.” I did want to wake him up, though––almost did. But he looked
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“Nothing. You’re just sexy. You need to feed me so we can go back to your place and fuck.”
“Jesus,” he breathes, his hands going back to my hips in a firm hold. “You look amazing. You’re perfect, princess. You’re so fucking wet for me.” He leans in, head dipping until he can suck on the wet spot on the panties he picked out for me, just over the sensitive head of my dick.
When he tells me that I’m making him feel good. I fucking love that, so as much as I want to be on my back, legs spread and pussy filled, that can wait.
“Is my pillow princess touching himself?”
“Fuck, princess. I need to paint your face more often.”
He’s just so hard. Like he’s got a shell encasing him, protecting him. That he even feels like he needs to protect himself has me wanting to cry for real. Nobody has ever done it for him. I want to, though. If he’ll let me.
“Why is there a dildo stuck to the floor?”
“He’s… a bit of a size queen,”
“It’s okay. I was just kidding. Well, I have gained some weight, but it’s fine.” “Liam.” He shakes his head, once again pressing his forehead against me. “You are so fucking sexy. All of you, princess. Can’t you tell how badly I want you?”
need. “Real dick is better.” “What?” He laughs, and I still. “I didn’t mean to say that out loud.”
I’d normally just use sex toys to make myself feel better, but you do it better.” Except he’s going home. Without me. “Yeah? What makes me so much better, sweetheart?” I sigh against his skin. “You just fuck me so good,” I moan, both of my hands now fisted in his tee.
“Beautiful,” he mumbles against my skin, and I stiffen. That doesn’t make any sense. His head nods a bit as he sits back up and looks at me with a slight smile, his eyes unfocused and dreamy. “You are,” he insists, a shaky finger tracing my jawline. “You say I am, but I’ve got nothing on you.” His lips press on my chin, feathered kisses suddenly being trailed up my cheek so softly I can barely feel them.
He’s moving at a sedate pace, sentencing me to the slowest and most sensual death anyone has ever suffered.
“I need it like this,” he murmurs, a fist curled over the cushion’s edge and the other holding the string between his cheeks aside, giving me a perfect view of the slight gape all this cockwarming has led to. “It’s better when you fuck me.”
