My princess.
Prompt: in a world of Dom's and subs it's normal to know who's owned by who. What happens when the truth comes out?
Natasha Romanoff X male reader.
Minors DNI.
"Natasha?" You call from your office and you smile at the patter of little feet running to the foor.
"yes daddy?" She asks looking up at you with nothing but submission in her eyes. You smile even wider and cup both of her cheeks in your hands, running your thumbs over them before leaning down to kiss her softly. She pulls away and takes note of your clothes and frowns.
"don't leave daddy" she says with a pout and you chuckle before kissing her forehead and shaking your head. You were dressed in a maroon button up and some skinny black jeans with smart black shoes, your hair styled to perfection and practically stinking of cologne. The shirt sleeves rolled to your elbows and the first two buttons undone, leaving your tattoos on show.
"shh princess, we don't whine do we?" You ask and she pouts harder before shaking her head and whispering her apologies. You let your eyes scan over her outfit and smile and the sweats and slightly baggy top she's wearing. "go get your shoes on for me. And bring me your collar when your done" she nods happily and runs off to get her shoes. Rolling your eyes you chuckle "No running in the house!" You shout after her and grab your wallet and keys before sitting down on a chair and waiting for her.
A couple seconds later she wanders into the room holding her black collar with the black widow symbol in the middle with your initials in it. She carefully hands it over to you before kneeling in-between your legs and you smile proudly. "My good girl" you whisper, rubbing your fingers over her cheek before leaning down to kiss her. She whimpers against your lips and you smirk pulling away and gently moving her hair out of the way so you can put her collar on.
Once you had it on you nod for her to stand and she gets up, hurrying away to grab her leash and coming back over to you. Clipping it on you make sure you both have everything you need before heading out to the car. You strap her in before you drive you two to the avengers tower.
About two months after Tony had given stark industries to pepper she had advertised for a partner and you had successfully gotten the job. So technically you were Starks boss and took great joy in reminding him of that.
The whole team were aware of everyone's titles and relationships. However, Natasha had never told anyone that she was married and already owned. She just never felt the need to.
You smile watching her playing with the stuffed animal she had brought along and listen to her singing along to the radio until you pull up to the compound. Jumping out of the car you run over to her side and open the door for her. She takes your hand and steps out before leaning up to press a soft kiss to your lips. "Thank you daddy" you nod at her with a wide smile and hold out your hand to which she places the handle of her leash before toddling off Infront of you.
You chuckle and allow her to lead you into the building. The receptionist looks as though she has seen a ghost and chooses not to say anything as you both disappear into the lift. The pinging of the door alerts everyone in the common room that someone was here however the sight that greeted them was not what they expected at all.
"no fucking way"
"language!"
"I knew it!"
"oh my god so cute"
"m-mr Y/ln?" You chuckle at the reactions from the avengers and allow Natasha to pull you forward to where she runs into Wanda's open arms. You allow her to greet everyone before calling her back over and gently taking her leash off and allowing her to run off with Wanda and Peter, the two other submissives in the room.
"alright alright. Calm down. I'm here to see Mrs stark. Yes Natasha is my submissive and little. If you have a problem with her you'll have me to answer to. I expect her to be treated in the same manner she has been for the last ten years. Understand?" They all nod at you, too scared to disagree and you smirk before walking away towards the office you shared with pepper.
Smiling at the coffee that was waiting for you on your desk you go through some of the paperwork that you have before pepper arrives and you both get on with your meeting. About half way through you both hear the door crack open and look over to see an upset Natasha holding her stuffed animal that she had in the car. "Excuse me" you whisper to pepper before heading over to the door and picking Natasha up.
"hi little love. What's the matter?" You ask her softly and she just whimpers, hiding her face in your neck and crying softly. Pepper looks over at you with a soft look before standing up and walking out of the office. You take Natasha over to your desk and sit on the chair with her straddling your lap.
"baby girl? Can you tell daddy what's the matter?" You ask again and she whimpers once more before leaning back and wiping her eyes before looking directly into yours.
"i-i missed you d-daddy an-an' Bucky saids dat' h-his daddy is better than you. S-saids your older a-an suppos'ed be stronger but 'ou not 'venger like 'im" you sigh and clench your jaw before bringing Natasha close again and kissing the side of her head. Bouncing her slightly to soothe her.
"listen to me baby okay? Daddy is older than Steve, and yes I am stronger. But that's why I'm not on the team okay? I am drafted as an avenger yes, and I could join the team right now if I wanted to. But I sit on the sidelines and do your paperwork for you instead" you let out a giggle causing the little one in your arms to giggle too.
"baby im the one they send on the missions that are deemed too dangerous for any of you. Remember when I go away for business trips? They're missions baby. I just didn't tell you because I knew you'd worry. But you have absolutely nothing to worry about okay? I promise. Daddy isn't going anywhere" she nods against you and you rock her and whisper sweet nothings into her ear until the door opens again and pepper comes in with a little bag of toys and an ice-cream and a bottle of milk. You playfully gasp and tickle Natasha's sides.
"baby look! Look what auntie pepper got for you" nat leans back and squeals when she sees all of her favourite things. You let her climb down from your lap and attach her leash to her wrist before she flops down on the floor at your feet and begins playing with the toys. "What do you say to pepper baby?'
"tank 'ou aun'ie pepper" you smile at your little one and shake your head playfully. You couldn't be more thankful for Natasha. She wasn't only your submissive and your little but she was also your wife, your soulmates and companion for life. You definitely wouldn't have made it this far without her.
(sorry it's so short. I'll try and see if I can get another done later on. I wanted to apologise aswell for the wait and delay. I just have a lot going on right now. Thank you for all of your support :)
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The Widow's pet
Summary: Y/n is kidnapped by a gang of mobsters, although it is not quite the nightmare you would expect. AU. 18+.
Pairings: Mobster! Natasha Romanoff X Fem! Submissive! Reader Insinuation of other Mobster! female marvel characters X Reader.
Class: One-shot? Series? TBD; dark, angst, smut, teeny weeny bit of fluff.
Warnings: VERY DARK, dub-con, pet play, mommy kink, gun play, knife play, mentions of branding, breath play, pain, fingering (r receiving), strap-on sex (r receiving), oral sex with strap-on (r giving), degradation, alcohol, swearing, mention of drugs.
Words: 4.3k
I sighed, swiping the sweat coating my forehead with the back of my hand as I wiped down the bar. My night bartending at Stark's was about halfway through and as busy as ever. The crowd bustled and and laughed noisily, drowning their sorrows in overpriced vodka and rum. I was just about to approach a customer who had been flagging me down at the end of the bar, when the crowd had suddenly became startlingly quiet.
Glancing up, curious of the disruption, I almost dropped the rag I was holding in my hands at the sight of who had just walked in.
Natasha Romanoff sauntered in to the vicinity, followed by her gang of Widows, sporting similar black and leather attire. She looked around lazily, eyeing a few customers that have given her trouble in the past. At their presence, the customer I was about to serve hastily left the premises as well as multiple others. The group took the place at a large table that had been abandoned. I don't blame the people for leaving, everyone in the city knows what the gang get up to. The Widows own an infamous drug cartel and have control over basically the entire city, cops included. They didn't bother to hide the weapons lining their hips as they shred off their jackets, hanging the leather on the back of their chairs.
Those who were brave enough to stay kept their heads ducked, merely exchanging nervous glances with each other as they sipped from their glasses. In order to break the tension a little, I turned up the background music slightly at the wall. Luckily, this encouraged a few patrons to start up quiet conversations.
Gulping down the anxious gasps of breath rising in my throat, I approached their table with wobbly legs. Their whispered conversation halted as I leant over the table to pick up the half-drunk glasses the previous patrons left behind. I tried my best to focus on the task at hand, however it was difficult when I could practically feel the burning of their gazes all over my body. Boldly, I glanced up at the terrifying redhead in front of me, just fast enough to notice her eyes flicker from the cleavage displayed with my top two buttons being undone. Well I've got to get good tips somehow.
They switched to my eyes, and my mouth went dry as I peered into the forest green. There was something dark behind them, evil, almost. I wanted to kick myself when the first thought that came to my mind wasn't how awful this woman is, but how undeniably sexy I found her.
After grabbing hold of the glass in front of her, I turned to leave. However, I was forced to freeze in place when a hand caught my lingering arm in a tight grip. My body instantly went cold, running from the icy temperature of her rings. Turning around slowly, I nervously faced Natasha again.
"Bring me a double bourbon, rum and cokes for Kate and Yelena, vodka and cranberries for Carol and Maria, and a large red wine for Wanda would you sweetheart?" She spat out her order without a pause, as if testing me. I repeated the order in my head over and over again, who knows what the punishment would be if I fucked up.
I simply nodded before turning to leave, although her grip didn't lessen.
"Look at me." I did.
"Use your words, kitten." Oh, fuck.
"Yes ma'am." I said, careful as to not let my voice waiver.
After my response, she gave me a sinister smirk before finally letting go of my wrist.
When making the drinks with more precision than I ever have before, I still felt her grip on my wrist. The feeling spread white hot heat through me now that I have escaped, replacing the coldness. When I brought the drinks back over, I took the time to memorise who was who. However, despite all of them staring at me with only what could be described as hunger, none of them stuck out more than their leader.
"How about you sit with us, sweetheart?" The redhead asked. Although her tone made it sound more like a demand.
"Um, I- I can't, I'm the only bartender tonight." I stuttered. For some reason, saying no to her did not feel natural to me at all.
Her smirk dropped, her expression turning to steel. "Get your boss."
"What-"
"I said-" She leant forward, "Get. Your. Boss."
I scurried away to the office behind the bar, knocking furiously.
"Alright! Alright, come in!" At the sound of Tony's voice, I let out a sigh of relief. Bursting through the door I instantly let out a whiny rant of everything that just went down, however through my desperate gasps in an attempt to stop tears from rising to my eyes, the only legible words said are "Widows....bar....Romanoff....me.....you!"
Standing up from his chair, Tony settled me with his palms on my shoulders. "Woah, kid. Breathe. In and out come on." I breathed in and out slowly, following his instructions with gaping eyes looking into his concerned ones. Once my breathing became some what regular, he calmly asked me what was wrong.
Taking one last deep breath, I explained. "The Widows are in the bar, Natasha Romanoff asked me to sit with them but I said I couldn't because I was working and now she wants to speak to you."
With a groan, he ran his hands down his face. "Fuck kid, what have you gotten me into?"
"Well it's not my fault!" I cried.
"Okay, okay chill. Lets go see what they want."
When we walked back out, I hung back behind the bar and observed as Tony approached the intimidating woman. Despite talking directly to him, she kept her threatening gaze locked with my nervous one. I couldn't here what she was saying to him, however by judging by the way all the colour drained from Tony's face, I can assume it wasn't good.
After an extremely short conversation, Tony came back to the bar. Without even looking at me, he picked up an already clean glass and began to wipe the inside of it with a rag. "Go sit with them, I'll take over."
"What? Tony-"
"Please Y/n!" He gritted through his teeth. Tony was not easily bossed around, and so I can only guess what he was threatened with for him to become such a wimp.
Shaking my hands in an attempt to release the building tension rising in me at the thought of what is about to happen, I slowly make my way towards the table. I kept my head down, embarrassed of the sympathetic looks I am getting from other customers as well as the devious grins Natasha's loyal followers are shooting my way.
I take hold of the back of the only spare chair at the table, the one between who I have discovered to be Yelena and Carol. Before I can pull it back from the table, her sultry voice interrupts me.
"Not there dorogoy."
Looking up at her confused, the question rising from my throat turns into a pathetic whimper when I see she has already pulled back from the table, tapping her thigh. I hear Carol let out a chuckle, most likely in relation to the sound that escaped my lips.
Heat rises to my cheeks, but I make my way to her anyway, shame dripping with every step. When I get close, she gives me no time to take a seat at my own pace and instead wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me down so I am flush against her, braced on one of her thighs with my legs between her own. In this position, my cheek is leaning in to the side of her neck. My senses have gone haywire, all I am aware of is her hand on my waist, the other gripping my bare thigh, the smell of her jasmine perfume, the sound of her taking a whiff of my hair and the moan that follows. Despite this being an incredibly dangerous situation, I strangely find comfort in this position.
"Well isn't that just adorable?" Coos a raspy voice from the table, Wanda I believe.
Natasha looks down at me condescendingly. "That's a good pet. Now how about you stay a good girl for mommy and keep quiet whilst the adults talk, hm?"
I am an adult you cheeky fuck. Wait, mommy?
The name she has given herself only increases the heat in my cheeks, as well as the heat somewhere else. With building shyness, I only manage to nod. However, when she shoots me a startling look, I remember the order she made earlier.
"Yes mommy." The name falls so easily from my lips I barely caught what I said. Where the fuck did that come from?
Seemingly impressed with my response, she grinned and removed her hand from my thigh momentarily to pinch my already red cheek.
For the next hour, I sit there quietly with my cheek flushed against her warm neck. Despite the women conversing over plans to expand their drug dealing territory to the next town over, I have never felt more comfortable. In my relaxed state, I struggle to keep my eyes open. Feeling the fluttering of my lashes against her skin, Natasha pauses her speech to glance down at me and tutted.
"Looks like babygirl is tired ladies. Go home darling, I'll come get you later."
I didn't register that last bit, instead I grumpily pried myself from her arms, walking off to the back whilst rubbing my eyes tiredly. As I stood from her lap, I felt the hand that was previously around my waist graze down my back and gently push my ass forward.
After gathering my stuff and beginning my walk home, the daze I had been under gradually disappeared. What the fuck just happened? Why was I so comfortable in that criminals lap, and why do I want to be there again?
Eventually I arrived home. I took the time to have a steaming hot shower and attempted to scrub off the guilt of enjoying her touch. After changing into some baby pink short pyjamas, I climbed into bed with my hair still wet and fell asleep peacefully with the knowledge that the Widows will most likely move onto another bar soon, and I will never have to look into those dark forest eyes again.
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I awoke from my slumber with an ache at the base of my neck, slumped forward at an uncomfortable angle. Looking around in the pitch black, I realised the glow of my bedside clock is missing. I went to reach over to feel for it, only to find I was restricted. My first reaction was to panic, squirming around in an attempt to free my wrists that were bound to something behind me. I felt wood and rope rub against my legs too, leading me to the conclusion that I was tied down to a wooden chair. Releasing panicking gasps, I felt my warm breath hit back into my face. I had a bag over my head. The air became hot and I found myself struggling to breathe, crying as I shook my seat with powerful thrusts of my shoulders.
"Sh, shh, doragoy. Relax." That recognisable voice whispered against where my ear should be from outside burlap sack, she reached her hand around my neck, grasping at the front of my throat and tipping my head back onto her shoulder.
"N-Natasha?" I whimpered, salty tears dripping over my lips.
"That's not my name pet." She tightened her grip.
Wheezing, I managed to let a plea escape my mouth. "Mommy, please..."
Standing back up with a sly chuckle, she released my neck. "I knew you were special." I felt her fingertips brush through my hair as her voice moved around me, giving away her movements.
She circled around in front of me, I felt short manicured nails scratch up my revealing thighs, gently pushing the flimsy material of my shorts up to my hips and most likely revealing the lack of panties I am wearing underneath. The sound of a quiet groan reaches my ears, she is crouched in front of me now.
"What do you want?" I cry, shivers raking down my spine at the feeling of her kneeling between my legs.
"Enough whining little one." She presses an open mouth kiss to my knee, her teeth grazing me harshly. "I just want to play. Don't you want mommy to play with you?"
I whimper as flashes of fantasies roll through my mind, sinful ideas of what play time would entail with such a monster. Despite the utter disgust I feel of myself, I cannot help the gush of arousal that begins to pool out of me. I grit my teeth in frustration when I am unable to close my legs in an attempt to hide my pleasure. "No."
In an immediate response to my rejection, though I am not sure I believe it myself, the sack is immediately ripped off of my head. I clench my eyes shut, doing my best to shield my eyes from the sharp light hanging above my head. She gripped my cheeks harshly, leaning forward to the point where I could feel her furious pants against my lips. Slowly opening my eyes to adjust to the light, I am met with those intimidating eyes again.
"No? I don't think you have much of a choice kitten. After all, you are mine now." She takes hold of my plump bottom lip between her teeth, pulling it back as I let out a squeal. She lets it go with a pop, smirking at the tears that continue to roll down my cheeks. "What do you think girls, should we keep her?"
It is only then I notice the group of women I had previously encountered standing behind her, some leaning against the concrete wall, others leaning forward with their hands on their knees in fascination.
"Oh please Natasha! I've always wanted a pet." Yelena pleads, her eyes swirling with lust and raking over my body.
Natasha tutted, turning her attention back to me and running her hands down my arms, ignoring the goose bumps that followed her touch. "She wouldn't be yours sestra. She's mine. But if she is being a naughty girl, I suppose I could let you have your fun." She grinned at me devilishly. I began to sob at the thought of being passed around these women like an object. Sobs of terror, not delight, right?
"Shh baby, no more crying." Natasha stood back up and leant over me, cupping my cheeks. "Aren't you just the prettiest girl ever?"
I flushed at the compliment, the heat growing when she leant down and began to seductively lick the tear stains from my cheeks. This time, I couldn't keep a quiet moan from escaping my throat. When she pulls away, she makes her way around the back of my chair, hands bracing on my shoulders.
"Now, here is what is going to happen. I'm going to untie you, and then you're going to take everything I give you like a good slut. If I decide you've been a good girl, then you can stay here with me. If not, well, lets just say the only way you will be leaving is in a a body bag. Understood?"
My mind froze at the threat. Is she suggesting what I think she is suggesting? Either I stay in this place and let this woman do whatever she wants with me, or I die. Simple as that. Disgustingly, I grow hot at the thought, waves of lust rushing through me from head to toe. An itch begins to fester under my skin that that I feel only she can sooth. I want this woman to ruin me. And so, with a bite of my lip, I nod my head. "Yes mommy."
I hear the others coo and murmur about how good I was, but I keep my head down, too embarrassed for them to see me so submissive.
"Leave." Natasha barks from behind me. I jump slightly in my chair, startled at her tone, but instantly relax when she sooths me with a pat on the head. I glance up to see the women straighten their backs and quiet instantly, before leaving the room and closing the steel door behind them with a creek.
My breath shakes as I hear the faint sound of metal sheathing, flinching slightly when soon after a cold surface is pressed against my shoulder.
"Such pretty, smooth skin." She whispers in my ear, trailing the knife down my arm slowly towards my bound wrists. "Can't wait to mark it baby. When you're all mine, I'm going to brand my initials into those beautiful thighs of yours." My breathing quickens. With a quick slash at the rope around my wrists, I let out a yelp at the release of tension.
I keep my wrists in place behind me, unsure if she wants me to move them. But she lifts them gently, placing a delicate kiss to each sore wrist before settling them in my lap.
She crouches in front of me next, making quick work at the ropes around my ankles. I can tell by her feral movements that she is getting desperate. Desperate, for me. The thought has me soaking my shorts, dripping onto the polished wood of the chair.
Throwing the knife to the side, I watch as she stands and makes her way to the door to lock it. She pauses for a moment, before turning back to me and leaning back against the metal.
"Come here." She demands, eyeing me suggestively.
I stand slowly, my knees feeling like they will buckle at any moment. Before I can even take a step forward, she hisses and lifts her hand in a 'stop' motion.
"Crawl."
I gulp at the instruction. But, not wanting to disappoint her, I sink down to the floor. I approach her on my hands and knees, the rough surface digging in to my palms and knees uncomfortably. When I reach her feet, I sit up and look at her with wide eyes expectantly, awaiting her next instruction.
She looks down at me, her eyes blown out and looking practically black. Her expression is dark and wanting. "Such a good kitten." She praises, gathering my hair into a ponytail and holding the bunch in one fist. With the other hand, she frantically begins to unbuckle her belt. I am shocked to see her pull out a large black strap from her briefs. "Suck."
Inching forward, I take the head of the faux cock between my lips and suck, swirling my tongue around the tip. She groaned at the sight, throwing her head back in delight before looking down at me again. I felt a pressure pushing at the back of me head, getting the message, I began to sink my head further down the cock, taking in as much as I could before I began to gag about halfway down. She didn't seem to like that though. With a forceful push at the back of my head and an aggressive buck of her hips, she forced the cock down my throat until my nose was smushed against her trouser buttons.
"That's right, take all of me." She moans, pulling at my ponytail until I am fully off her. I take a gasping breath, drool hanging out the corner of my lips. I didn't have much time to rest, before she was shoving the strap back in. She took hold of my head with both hands this time, and took initiative herself, thrusting the cock in and out of my throat at a brutal pace. She grinned down at me between pants of pleasure, enjoying the sound of my wet chokes and gags. She held me down at the base for a moment, tears began to fill my eyes as I struggled to take a breath. She rubbed her pelvis into me, blocking my attempt at breathing through my nose,. She ignored the slaps I gave her thighs in an attempt at pleading with her to let me go. Just as my chest began to ache at the loss of oxygen, she pushed me off of her.
I fell onto my back, mouth gaping as I attempted to catch my breath. In my breathless state, I hardly felt her as she began to strip me of the little clothing I had. Kneeling between my legs, she looked down at me lustfully as she groped every part of me she could, taking special interest in pinching the stiff peaks of my nipples. "Such a pretty girl."
Once I had caught my breath, she finally leant down and captured my lips with hers, kissing me with as much passion and aggression as she had displayed with the strap. Her tongue intruded, exploring every curve and crevice. Her hand trailed down my stomach, and she let out a deep moan into my mouth when she cupped my sopping sex.
"So wet for me baby, you want mommy to fill up your needy pussy don't you?" She stopped kissing me to taunt me, pouting condescendingly.
"Yes!" I squealed as she pushed two fingers into me in response, curling them to hit spots no one else has ever reached. My eyes began to roll to the back of my head as the pit in my stomach began to deepen, filling with lustful tension that desperately needed to be released. Before I could reach my high however, she pulled out and lay a harsh lap over my swollen clit.
Lifting her wet hand from between us, she pushed her fingers between my lips. I instantly took hold of her wrist, and sucked on her fingers coated in my juices, letting out a whimper as I tasted myself.
"Oh honey, you want something to suck on don't you?" I nodded pathetically. "You miss having my cock in your slutty mouth? Well I want to use it in another one of your fuck holes. So how about you take my glock instead?"
Before I could register what she meant, her fingers were replaced with cold metal clashing against my teeth. The metallic taste practically melted against my tongue. It was only when I saw her sinister grin I had noticed what it was. A gun. She is holding a loaded gun in my mouth.
Before I get the chance to push her away, I scream around the pistol as an even bigger intrusion makes its way into my cunt.
"Oh fuck baby you're so tight." She looks down at the action between us. "I can hardly fit." She groans.
She kisses my cheeks, smiling against my skin as tears begin to slip again. "Don't worry kitten, I'll make it fit."
Abruptly, she removes the gun from my mouth as well as the strap from my pussy, and turns me over onto my stomach. Lifting my hips with both hands, she pushes the cock all the way into me until I can feel the zipper of her trousers leaving indents on my ass. "Shit, you're so sexy."
I flop forward, another scream breaching my throat as she pulls back and lurches forward into me, again, and again. She pounds my back out to the point where my cheek is pressed against the cold concrete, grazing as I am shoved violently forwards with every rut. Pathetic whines and moans leave my lips, pitching at every point her clothed thighs meet my bare ones. I am totally exposed and at her will, and I fucking love it.
Looking over my shoulder, I admire as she clenches her jaw, sweat coating her face and neck. A vain on her forehead bulges as she snaps her hips, letting out vicious grunts with every thrust. Meeting my eyes, she smirks deliciously.
"Who does this pussy does this belong to my pet?" She pants, slapping my ass with an open palm.
"Yours mommy! It's your- oh fuck!- its your pussy!" I cry, struggling to keep my head up as I begin to reach my high for the second time.
"That's right." She mutters. "All mine."
Her pace quickens and her deep thrusts turn shallow. She leans over me, pressing her abdomen flush against my sweating back. I realise now at the feeling of her breasts pressing against me, that she had stripped off her shirt, as well as pulled down her trousers to her knees. She takes hold of my chin with one hand, turning me to face her so she can crash her lips against mine again. The kiss is sloppy as she grinds desperately against me, trying to reach her high at the same time I do.
"Cum when I tell you to." She demands. I whine, I don't know if I can hold my climax in much longer.
Her grunts turn into long, deep moans. Our kissing has halted. Instead, our lips stay pressed against each other, gaped open as we moaned into each others' mouths.
"Cum now, cum with me."
I screamed her name as I released the long awaited orgasm. The mix of our cum dripped down my pussy, covering my thighs and pooling on the concrete. Her hip movements slowed, now just slightly grinding into me, elongating the euphoria for the both of us.
She stayed lying on top of me, making no effort to remove the cock plugging my pussy.
"My perfect little cum dump." She whispered between kisses she was trailing up and down my neck. "I will definitely be keeping you."
The exhilaration of our time together overpowered the fleeting thoughts of the life I would be leaving behind, and at her words, I smiled.
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