[ this woman is so damned frustrating, even if he knows he is just the same to her. they're both well aware that they want more of this — the messy, heavily sexual act of Rosalind practically devouring Bigby's cock like it's the most delicious thing she's had all night. he has no doubt her jaw's grown familiarly numb by now, so he will silently respect the fact that she does it with no (okay, a little) resistance. when she pushes him back towards the desk, he doesn't fight it all the same.
the sensitivity is doing enough to keep him distracted. his toes tighten up within his dress shoes to the point of discomfort and another minute of standing up outright would have brought the Big Bad Wolf down to the ground from having locked his knees up for too long. thank you, Rosalind, for being greedy and wanting to control this all yourself. you're probably the sole reason they are going to be able to continue this after he gets his second orgasm, which is...
... well. right now, actually. he isn't afraid to admit that getting a continued blowjob mere seconds after the first one is the fast pass to another. at least he manages to get some words out this time, all in the process of two fistfuls of hair that begin to pull and scratch as he fights to speak. ] God dammit— Rosalind, pull the fuck back— [ she might not want to for the obvious reasons, but she's going to have to deal with it. Bigby forcefully reaches down to tug at the base of his cock until it's popped out of her mouth mid spurt, half of his load hitting her right on the base of her tongue while the remaining goes for her face.
fortunately? it's not nearly as much as the first round. unfortunately? it's going to definitely mess with her make-up, pure white contrasting with smeared crimson as he jerks himself off through the remainder of his ride. whether she spreads her mouth to try and catch as much as she can or just accepts that she is getting a facial is up to her, but regardless, there's no avoiding that it is a mess. sorry, not sorry is the mindset you sign up when you get with Bigby, Ms. Lutece.
once that subsides, his body practically slumps and he releases his cock, showing the first signs of losing just a bit of the life that has kept it red with arousal this whole time. he instead grips her jaw in a bout of assertion, thumb pushing at the corner of her mouth before she can effectively swallow or do anything to him as a result. ]
Open your mouth. I want to see how much of a mess I've made of you.
[Oh, damn it Bigby. Rosalind groans and closes her eyes as he finishes, not bothering to tip her head and try and catch the majority in her mouth. Not only would that be undignified (more undignified than getting a face full of his release, anyway), but there's little point. She's going to be a mess either way, she might as well accept it and redo her makeup when they're completely done.
Still. For all there'd been a true flash of irritation (one limitation, she'd had one limitation and he'd still pushed past it, damn it Bigby), she isn't upset. Rosalind shudders as he finishes, her eyes a little glazed as they open once more. She can't deny this is a turn-on, leaving her cunt wet and aching, throbbing and demanding the attention it hasn't gotten all night as she licks her lips. It only gets worse as he grabs her jaw and demands that.
Because, see, an order like that? Goes straight down to her core, pressing almost every button she has. There's times (many times) when she delights in being bossy and dominant, getting men to beg for her as they're on their knees, eating her out once, twice, before she even thinks of putting her mouth on them. But there's other times, times that she never really acknowledges, where she wants nothing more than to have it like this: submissive and hungry for it, wrecked and ruined even as she's good.
She knows why. She knows precisely why. She knows it's a result of holding herself up so tightly all the time, demanding perfection in herself, always sharply cutting others down so that she can stay in charge. It's exhausting, and it's as necessary to her as breathing, which is why it's so nice to do nothing but give in to someone.
Add to the fact that someone is Bigby Wolf, who's naturally eager to dominate and wreck, and Rosalind knows this isn't going to be the last time she's submitting to him.
At least she can always fight him for dominance at the start.
Anyway.
Her mouth drops open pliantly, tongue slipping out as it had before, fingers clenching at her sides as she feels his come drip down her her face. Over her cheeks, her lips, coating her tongue and leaving her looking a wreck. If his intent had been to claim her, he's certainly succeeded.
It's hard to talk with his thumb in her mouth, and so Rosalind (for once) doesn't bother. Just kneels there, letting him look at how he'd ruined her. But far be it for her to be entirely still; her hand reaches behind her, tugging at the zip on her dress.
He's proved he has no problem simply diving under her clothes to eat her out, but she wants to watch. Besides: she won't risk this dress ripping.]
[ not that it particularly drives or dictates him to be this way, but knowing where Rosalind's personal preference lies and completely steamrolling it certainly makes sure he doesn't let up on the aggressive personality he is known for. Bigby has enough control to stop or pull himself away when he's gone too far or stepped boundaries thanks to centuries of developing self-control, but until he reaches that point? there's no shame in his eyes. no guilt or pity in having Rosalind selflessly sucking away at his cock until his balls have almost been drained out.
he isn't even averse to the idea of being so close to his own seed as he pries her mouth open and stares down it and towards the back of her throat. his thumb rubs against the pad of Rosalind's tongue, rubbing the thick substance of his seed against her organ before pulling his finger back. both spit and come webs together in an attempt to keep them connected before breaking off altogether, and only then does he lean forward to claim her mouth with his own.
the fresh taste of himself on her means nothing. he eagerly shoves his tongue past her confines to flick against her teeth, massaging and wrestling with her own as his fingers suddenly grab the back of her neck instead. he moans into her mouth, open and eager, proving at that very moment that this stupid candy from months ago is capable of providing various levels of oral fixation. he pulls back and breaks it off by running his tongue up her chin, dragging over both lips before pulling back.
Bigby's noticed how she's already working her dress off of her body and assists her without saying a single word. he grabs her by the hips and picks her up, purposely avoiding the act of ripping any fabric on her attire as it's pulled off of her bit by bit. only when she's left in her undergarments does he squeeze her curves once again, gliding his palms over her body until resting on her ass to give the territorial kind of squeeze she has no doubt gotten used to. ]
Hm. Hope you don't mind walking around the rest of the night without these.
[ there's a resounding rip as he suddenly sinks his nails into the lace of her panties, pulling in opposite directions until it shreds as if it was like a piece of paper. she's left exposed one way or another, and before she has a chance to gripe at him too much, she's twirled around and pushed against the very same desk he had made himself comfortable on. not more than five seconds later and his hands are pushing her thighs far apart, exposing her cunt for him to savor the view of. not very long, mind you, because he's squatting down until eye level and pushing his maw onto her opening with an eagerness she can probably expect.
t[In an instant she's clapping her hand tight over her mouth, muffling the low moan that reverberates within her throat. She has a brief thought to yell at him for ripping her panties, but that can come later (after she's come, ha ha). She can't possibly be bothered to think of anything but the hot, heady wave of pleasure crashing through her. God, her thighs are already shaking, her eyes fluttering closed as his tongue teases into her, over her, spreading her open and leaving her whimpering for more.
She's so wet already, but of course she is. This has been building up from the moment she stole his candycane, and not being able to touch herself has only made it worse. Her hips rock back, grinding against his tongue as best she can, her legs sliding open wider in needy desperation. Impatient thing that she is, she already wants more; she wants him to devour her, to leave her screaming from how hard he goes at it.]
M-more--
[She pants it out, and when she manages to get that order out without shrieking, cautiously lowers her hand to the desk. It slams against it a moment later as he circles his tongue around her entrance, and Rosalind jerks her hips back again, as if that will encourage him to be anything but contrary.]
I want-- fuck-- I want your, your fingers-- Bigby--
[And there her hand goes, shoving over her mouth again.]
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[ this woman is so damned frustrating, even if he knows he is just the same to her. they're both well aware that they want more of this — the messy, heavily sexual act of Rosalind practically devouring Bigby's cock like it's the most delicious thing she's had all night. he has no doubt her jaw's grown familiarly numb by now, so he will silently respect the fact that she does it with no (okay, a little) resistance. when she pushes him back towards the desk, he doesn't fight it all the same.
the sensitivity is doing enough to keep him distracted. his toes tighten up within his dress shoes to the point of discomfort and another minute of standing up outright would have brought the Big Bad Wolf down to the ground from having locked his knees up for too long. thank you, Rosalind, for being greedy and wanting to control this all yourself. you're probably the sole reason they are going to be able to continue this after he gets his second orgasm, which is...
... well. right now, actually. he isn't afraid to admit that getting a continued blowjob mere seconds after the first one is the fast pass to another. at least he manages to get some words out this time, all in the process of two fistfuls of hair that begin to pull and scratch as he fights to speak. ] God dammit— Rosalind, pull the fuck back— [ she might not want to for the obvious reasons, but she's going to have to deal with it. Bigby forcefully reaches down to tug at the base of his cock until it's popped out of her mouth mid spurt, half of his load hitting her right on the base of her tongue while the remaining goes for her face.
fortunately? it's not nearly as much as the first round. unfortunately? it's going to definitely mess with her make-up, pure white contrasting with smeared crimson as he jerks himself off through the remainder of his ride. whether she spreads her mouth to try and catch as much as she can or just accepts that she is getting a facial is up to her, but regardless, there's no avoiding that it is a mess. sorry, not sorry is the mindset you sign up when you get with Bigby, Ms. Lutece.
once that subsides, his body practically slumps and he releases his cock, showing the first signs of losing just a bit of the life that has kept it red with arousal this whole time. he instead grips her jaw in a bout of assertion, thumb pushing at the corner of her mouth before she can effectively swallow or do anything to him as a result. ]
Open your mouth. I want to see how much of a mess I've made of you.
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Still. For all there'd been a true flash of irritation (one limitation, she'd had one limitation and he'd still pushed past it, damn it Bigby), she isn't upset. Rosalind shudders as he finishes, her eyes a little glazed as they open once more. She can't deny this is a turn-on, leaving her cunt wet and aching, throbbing and demanding the attention it hasn't gotten all night as she licks her lips. It only gets worse as he grabs her jaw and demands that.
Because, see, an order like that? Goes straight down to her core, pressing almost every button she has. There's times (many times) when she delights in being bossy and dominant, getting men to beg for her as they're on their knees, eating her out once, twice, before she even thinks of putting her mouth on them. But there's other times, times that she never really acknowledges, where she wants nothing more than to have it like this: submissive and hungry for it, wrecked and ruined even as she's good.
She knows why. She knows precisely why. She knows it's a result of holding herself up so tightly all the time, demanding perfection in herself, always sharply cutting others down so that she can stay in charge. It's exhausting, and it's as necessary to her as breathing, which is why it's so nice to do nothing but give in to someone.
Add to the fact that someone is Bigby Wolf, who's naturally eager to dominate and wreck, and Rosalind knows this isn't going to be the last time she's submitting to him.
At least she can always fight him for dominance at the start.
Anyway.
Her mouth drops open pliantly, tongue slipping out as it had before, fingers clenching at her sides as she feels his come drip down her her face. Over her cheeks, her lips, coating her tongue and leaving her looking a wreck. If his intent had been to claim her, he's certainly succeeded.
It's hard to talk with his thumb in her mouth, and so Rosalind (for once) doesn't bother. Just kneels there, letting him look at how he'd ruined her. But far be it for her to be entirely still; her hand reaches behind her, tugging at the zip on her dress.
He's proved he has no problem simply diving under her clothes to eat her out, but she wants to watch. Besides: she won't risk this dress ripping.]
i left this hanging for AN ENTIRE MONTH
he isn't even averse to the idea of being so close to his own seed as he pries her mouth open and stares down it and towards the back of her throat. his thumb rubs against the pad of Rosalind's tongue, rubbing the thick substance of his seed against her organ before pulling his finger back. both spit and come webs together in an attempt to keep them connected before breaking off altogether, and only then does he lean forward to claim her mouth with his own.
the fresh taste of himself on her means nothing. he eagerly shoves his tongue past her confines to flick against her teeth, massaging and wrestling with her own as his fingers suddenly grab the back of her neck instead. he moans into her mouth, open and eager, proving at that very moment that this stupid candy from months ago is capable of providing various levels of oral fixation. he pulls back and breaks it off by running his tongue up her chin, dragging over both lips before pulling back.
Bigby's noticed how she's already working her dress off of her body and assists her without saying a single word. he grabs her by the hips and picks her up, purposely avoiding the act of ripping any fabric on her attire as it's pulled off of her bit by bit. only when she's left in her undergarments does he squeeze her curves once again, gliding his palms over her body until resting on her ass to give the territorial kind of squeeze she has no doubt gotten used to. ]
Hm. Hope you don't mind walking around the rest of the night without these.
[ there's a resounding rip as he suddenly sinks his nails into the lace of her panties, pulling in opposite directions until it shreds as if it was like a piece of paper. she's left exposed one way or another, and before she has a chance to gripe at him too much, she's twirled around and pushed against the very same desk he had made himself comfortable on. not more than five seconds later and his hands are pushing her thighs far apart, exposing her cunt for him to savor the view of. not very long, mind you, because he's squatting down until eye level and pushing his maw onto her opening with an eagerness she can probably expect.
at least they got the dress off beforehand... ]
how could you make me wait
She's so wet already, but of course she is. This has been building up from the moment she stole his candycane, and not being able to touch herself has only made it worse. Her hips rock back, grinding against his tongue as best she can, her legs sliding open wider in needy desperation. Impatient thing that she is, she already wants more; she wants him to devour her, to leave her screaming from how hard he goes at it.]
M-more--
[She pants it out, and when she manages to get that order out without shrieking, cautiously lowers her hand to the desk. It slams against it a moment later as he circles his tongue around her entrance, and Rosalind jerks her hips back again, as if that will encourage him to be anything but contrary.]
I want-- fuck-- I want your, your fingers-- Bigby--
[And there her hand goes, shoving over her mouth again.]