[He moves his hand from her mouth, rucks up the shirt she's wearing to press his hand against one of her breasts, to roll one of her candy colored nipples between his fingers, and thrusts with an abandonment of civilization that he didn't know he was capable of.
He would never say it outside of bed. This is the only place that she belongs to him and he prefers it that way, the ownership existing only in the context of this moment.
He pushes into her and what he says is filthy, arrogant, utterly and wholly made up of things that aren't true but make this encounter what it is; it would be worse except he sounds wrecked, his mouth against her hair, his body pushing against her.]
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He would never say it outside of bed. This is the only place that she belongs to him and he prefers it that way, the ownership existing only in the context of this moment.
He pushes into her and what he says is filthy, arrogant, utterly and wholly made up of things that aren't true but make this encounter what it is; it would be worse except he sounds wrecked, his mouth against her hair, his body pushing against her.]