A Poet Of Romance

"We killed it," he said, his voice dropping low and rough as he stared down at the ruined rug.I was still catching my breath, my lungs was heaving shallow and frantic, still half draped over the arm of the couch where he'd finally set me down after carrying me two feet like that had been absolutely necessary, like gravity itself was a suggestion we could ignore."You killed it. I was just there. Just watching. Just being the witness to the carnage.""You were extremely present for the killing. Your hands were there. Your mouth was there. You were part of the destruction.""That is slander. That is a lie. That is a fabrication of the truth." I said, laughing sheepishly.He crouched down, looking at the, the way he focused on every other serious situation, his brow furrowed in that intense way that made my chest tighten with something that wasn't fear, and seeing him that way was funny, so fucking funny that I laughed, really laughed loudly.My whole chest was still loose and shaky and

Last Updated : 2026-08-25

I Want To Beg For It

We finished eating and just left the dishes. We just walked away from the disaster in the sink like it was someone else's problem to inherit."That's going to be gross tomorrow," I said, as he's flicking off the kitchen light, and that sudden darkness made the room feel smaller."Future us can deal with it.""Future us sounds like a real disappointment. Future us is probably a mess just like present us.""Future us learned from present us. We contain multitudes, remember. We are layers of chaos."He laughed, took my hand, and just laced our fingers together, like our hands were made to fit that way, and led me toward the stairs.He flopped onto the bed first, dramatic about it in a way that made me laugh again, the sound bouncing off the walls, filling the space. His arms were spread wide like he'd run a marathon."I'm dying," he announced to the ceiling."You're being ridiculous. Your arms are spread out like y

Last Updated : 2026-08-25

My Jealous Clit

His hands closed around my wrists and the whole room went still, the air thick and heavy, the dust motes frozen in the light.He didn't tie me, just held me. It was softer. His fingers wrapped loose enough that I could have pulled free any second I wanted to, but i didn't. That was the entire point, and my body understood it before my brain finished the thought, heat started pooling low and immediately, felt like a hot rush of wanting.My hips were already shifting against the sheets like they had somewhere to be, like they knew exactly what was coming. Cumming."Are you still with me," he said, lowly, with his thumb tracing one slow line up the inside of my wrist."I'm with you. So with you. So completely lost in you."He lowered his mouth to my throat and I felt the words leave my body entirely, and the air rushing out of me in a single, shaky breath. His mouth moved down, deliberately, finding the soft place below my ear, and I arched into it."You can move everything except these

Last Updated : 2026-08-26

Ruin You A Little

"Jax.. Jax.. jaxxxx—" I was screaming his name over and over. "Please, and now and don't you dare stop this time." My hands were twisting uselessly against his hold, and when he finally, finally stopped denying me. He locked his mouth over my clit and sucked hard while his fingers curled deep and relentlessly inside me, I shattered.The orgasm ripped through me in violent, endless waves, my pussy clamping and pulsing around him, gushing hot and slick all over his hand, his chin, the sheets beneath us. "Jaxxxxx—" I screamed his name as my whole body convulsed, thighs locking around his head, hips bucking uncontrollably, with every muscle of my body seizing and releasing in filthy, desperate spasms that kept rolling and rolling until I was sobbing with it, soaking everything, cuming so hard I felt empty and full at the same time, raw and ruined and still grinding against his tongue like I couldn't stop.He didn't stop working me through it.He kept his mouth on me, kept his fingers mov

Last Updated : 2026-08-27

Milking Every Last Twitch Out Of Him

He drove in hard one last time and his cum poured out with a broken sound against my throat, his hips were grinding into me through every pulse of it, filling me as my pussy clenched around even more, milking every last twitch out of him. We were both shaking, both of us completely spent, and out of breath.He didn't move for a long moment after, still buried inside me, with his forehead pressed to mine, we were both breathing like we'd run somewhere. Then, slowly, carefully, he released my wrists, and I felt his hands move to them immediately, checking, the same automatic ritual as before, thumbs sweeping gentle over skin that hadn't even reddened, a soft, tender touch."You're not even marked," he said, sounding almost surprised, a note of wonder in his voice."I told you I was fine. I'm strong.""I still had to check. I always have to check."He eased out of me carefully, both of us hissing at the sensitivity, a sharp, sweet sting, and pulled me in against his chest instead, arms w