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Greer Derrick (pgderrick) wrote in vrrpg,

"You say whatever you like. The only thing I'll actually listen to will be if you ask me to stop entirely. Which I will do." He pushed seriousness into his tone, needed her to know that he meant what he said - he'd never crossed a boundary without a fully willing partner, and he never planned to. His self-hatred was overwhelming as it was, he didn't need to add 'abuser' to his list of specialties.

"And yes, I could, but there's no such thing as overestimating me, trust me there." He said, cockily, but his face remained passive. He looked her up and down again, the heat in his gaze belying his expression. He had flashes of fantasies, picturing her on her knees, her lips wrapped around his cock, his dark hands pulling at her blond hair as she looked up at him with worship in her eyes. Oh yes, this would be a good night. He'd have to send Tracey a thank you basket for gifting him with this little minx.

He stood at his full height, taking off his best and unbuttoning his blue shirt, lying both on the chair in the corner, leaving her to lie naked, alone. He took his time, taking off his shoes, his socks, his pants, leaving his boxer briefs on, imagining telling her to pull them off not long from now, her little hands skimming down his long, muscular legs in his minds eyes.

Coming back to her, he sighed, "You are a pretty little peach, aren't you?" He asked it while his eyes took her in further, not hiding his praise, his hunger for her. "I do wonder if you like taste like a peach, too, but we'll have to wait to find that out." He bent over her body, his long lines just barely not touching her. His mouth closed over her nipple again, wet and hot and not gentle.