Your gf good, but I'm better

"Don't worry, babe, everything's fine..."

Scaramouche said into the phone, to his girlfriend, while his other hand gripped your hair and guided your moves. He was really enjoying having you between his legs, sucking him off.

"...Alright, well, i've got some..." Scaramouche looked down at you, and smirked.

"Business to attend to... I don't think i'll be back tonight." He ended the call, as you gave him an amazing blowjob.

"Jeez... You sure know how to use that pretty mouth of yours..."

"Scaramouche groaned in pleasure from your licks and kittenish ministrations. Looking down at you with hungry eyes, he grinned roguishly." "Y'know, I never told you my pet had such a talented mouth before. Such a shame to let skills like that go to waste," "he teased, giving your hair a playful tug."

"As for the missus, she's none the wiser. And it'll stay that way, provided my new kitten plays her part...so what do you say, darling? Want to be my little secret?" "Scaramouche purred, thrusting up to tease your lips once more. After all, no harm in a little fun between consenting indulgers - and if his tastes happened to stray, well, that was his business alone."

"Scaramouche gripped your hair tight, thrusting up to meet your talented mouth with increasing urgency. Low groans escaped him as your plush lips and hollowed checks worked their magic."

"F-fuck...just like that, darling, don't stop," "he growled huskily, toes curling in pleasure. Your skilful ministrations were unraveling him fast; he could feel the tension building with each suck. Scaramouche bit his lip, hips bucking hard as that familiar heat pooled in his loins."

"G-gonna cum...take it all for me, kitten. Show daddy how bad you want it," *he growled, holding your head still to fill your greedy mouth to the brim. Scaramouche sighed in bliss, giving your hair an affectionate

"Scaramouche cried out sharply as your tongue found that sweet spot, sending jolts of ecstasy through him. Your deft swallows and avid tempo had him quickly unraveling at the seams. He threw his head back with a guttural moan, hips canting fiercely to fuck that perfect hot little mouth of yours."

"Fuck, you're so good—taking it all like a champ," "he panted, fingers tangled tightly in your hair. Scaramouche could feel himself at the brink, his sac tightening deliriously at your greedy ministrations."

""Look at me," kitten—watch daddy finish," *he growled, pulling your head back to lock eyes as he came hard down your throat. Scaramouche shuddered violently through his release, groaning your name

"Scaramouche's ragged breathing slowly steadied as he came down from his high. He gently thumbed the tears from your eyes with a tender yet satisfied smile."

"Well now, isn't my little kitten just the curious creature," "he murmurred appreciatively." "You handled that like a pro, darling - I'd wager those pretty eyes have seen more than their fair share already, hm?"

"Drawing you up to straddle his lap, Scaramouche caressed your flushed features with a roguish grin." "Lucky for you, I enjoy curious things - among other talents," "he purred, kissing you deeply to taste himself upon your tongue. His renewed hardness pressed against you pointedly, wanting to indulge your curiosity much, much further."

"What do you say we continue this

"Scaramouche chuckled darkly at your eager reply, greedily inspecting every flustered inch of your heated frame."

"Well aren't you just the picture of submission, darling?" "he purred appreciatively, tracing idle patterns upon your skin." "As delicious as you look all dressed, I think it's high time we rid you of these bothersome layers."

"In one swift motion Scaramouche had yanked both shirt and sweats off, leaving you bared before his starving gaze. His hands immediately set to roaming your flushed form, tweaking buds and tracing slick softness possessively."

"Mmm, so wet for me already. Such an eager little slut," "he growled against your throat, teeth grazing marks upon velvet skin."

"I think you'll do nicely

"Scaramouche growled deep in approval, hungrily taking your hardened buds between lips and teeth in sharp suckling pulls that drew breathless cries. His potent arousal pulsed against you, barely restrained from plunging into your slickness in one greedy thrust."

"Such sensitive tits, just begging to be used," "he rumbled, leaving your peaks glistening and throbbing in the dim light. Scaramouche's wandering fingers slid past slick folds to circle your swollen clit menacingly."

"Tell me little dove, where do you want daddy to take you first? That tight cunt creaming for a good hard fuck or do you need this pretty mouth elsewhere?" *he crooned, teeth grazing your earlobe as one digit plunged deep within your velvet heat. Your body was his plaything

"Scaramouche tsked softly as he gauged your over-sensitized state. Ever one to indulge, he withdrew his fingers to your disappointed mewl—only to replace them with his talented mouth."

"As you wish, little pet," "he purred, latching his lips around a flushed peak to suckle long and deep. His cheeks hollowed eagerly as tongue circled your pebbled bud again and again in maddening flicks. Meanwhile his clever fingers resumed playing your weeping cleft at a torturously tender stroke, avoiding direct contact yet ramping your arousal higher."

"You're so close already, aren't you darling? Ready to cream all over master's hand before our fun's even started," *he teased darkly against glistening skin. Scaramouche scraped his teeth lightly,

"The damning words heralded Yen's undoing - her pleading cries stole what little restraint Scaramouche clung to. With a feral growl he plunged two fingers deep inside her throbbing cunt, curling them relentlessly against spongy walls as he nipped and suckled her tits with renewed fervor."

"Cum for me then slut - drench my hand with your juices," "he demanded in a guttural rasp, sinking his teeth into delicate flesh. Scaramouche fucked her greedily with his skilled digits, unrelenting in driving her to the brink. Her body gripped him exquisitely, walls fluttering on the knife's edge of bliss."

"That's it - come for your master!" *Scaramouche hissed against flushed skin, thumb cruelly fl

"Scaramouche's body was one taut string of arousal, trembling with desire beneath your fingers. He groaned deeply, his grip on your hair tightening ever-so-slightly as he relished every sensation pulsing between you."

"So fucking good..." "he rasped, nipping at your jawline before claiming your lips in a bruising kiss. Warmth radiated through him as he nudged his length against your quivering entrance, hungrily swallowing the evidence of your climax."

"Now squeeze those pretty legs around my waist and ride this cock like the faithful little slut you are," *he commanded hoarsely, hands slipping to rest low on your hips.

"Scaramouche hissed at the sensation of you tightening around him, a shudder rippling through his body. He wrapped his strong arms around your waist to hold you close as he began to thrust upward into that creamy depths - groaning breathlessly with each deep stroke."

"That's it, my pet," "he growled softly against damp hair, nipping lightly at the skin of your neck as he took you roughly."

"Fuck... you feel so good... do you know how long I've dreamed of this?" *His phone slipped from its precarious perch on the nightstand and clattered forgotten to the floor. The world fell away as they drove towards release; his hips pistoning relentlessly

"Scaramouche chuckled darkly into the warm crook of your neck, his muscles burning with exquisite tension. His thrusts grew harder and faster, ghosting against sensitive flesh as he lost himself in the sensation of being fucked so well."

"You're such a dirty fucktoy..." "he purred against you, growing dangerously close to spilling his seed already. But no, he wasn't done yet - he needed more than a sloppy blowjob or quick relieve within the confines of an alleyway bathroom stall... He needed this mind-blowing connection, this unbreakable bond forged by passion and lust and plain old dirty desire."

"Yours to ruin," *he whispered roughly, pulling

"Scaramouche's hips bucked against you, his powerful form trembling with restrained violence. Glistening drops of desire slickened his shaft, trace strands winding their way down to coat your inner thighs as he savagely claimed the moment under this shadowy glow."

"I own you," "he growled possessively, thrusting deep and hard until the world was nothing but their shared rhythm. It seemed to go on forever - an endless dance of flesh entwined beneath starlit skies."

Shouts echoing off concrete walls... moans muffled by the press of hungry lips... One moment melting into another in an exquisite blur of passion... Heat building within bones... #====#

"Scaramouche's voice was rough and low, a growl that vibrated deep in his chest. He rolled his hips, driving himself deeper with every forceful thrust as he blanketed your pleading cries of release with another layer of primal need."

"I love how wet you get for me..." "He bit his lip, hard, trying to hold back the tidal wave threatening to crash over them both. His hands roamed freely across slick skin, teasing soft flesh and flicking nipples until they stood at attention beneath his touch." "Feel it? That's mine," *he whispered against your flushed cheek before claiming your lips again, teeth nipping playfully at swollen bottom lip even as his hips pounded relentlessly

"Scaramouche grinned wickedly against your neck, driving himself harder and faster with each passing moment."

"You're not cumming without my permission, pet," "he growled, his hands possessively wrapping around your hips to control your movements even as he continued to pound relentlessly into your quivering flesh."

"Are you my slut? Are you ready to be filled with my cum?" "He leaned back, blue eyes dark and hot with desire as he watched you struggle under the force of his thrusts. He was getting close too, every stroke pushing him further towards the brink..."

"Scaramouche smirked, his hands tightening on your hips as he started to thrust even harder. This was what he loved most - the way you crumbled so easily under his touch, the way your body reacted to every bit of stimulation he gave."

"You're such a good little slut," "he groaned, pounding into you over and over again. He could feel his own release building within him, a white-hot pressure that threatened to overwhelm him at any moment."

"Say it louder - let everyone know who owns you." "He leaned down to bite at the curve of your shoulder, sending shivers of pleasure down your spine even as his thrusts grew more forceful." "I want to hear it."

"Good girl," "Scaramouche growled, his own release finally overpowering him." "That's right - you're all mine."

He buried himself deep inside you, groaning as he spilled his seed in hot pulses. The sound of his name on your lips was enough to send him over the edge, every inch of him quivering with pleasure as he emptied himself into you. When he was finally spent, he leaned down to press a kiss against your temple.

"You're so fucking beautiful," "he whispered, his arms wrapped around you in a tight embrace." "Don't ever forget that."

"Scaramouche chuckled in response, the sound low and gravelly. He shifted, disentangling himself from your embrace, and pulled his pants up."

"Yeah, she is," "he agreed with a wicked grin." "But, let's keep that between us, okay? What happens in Vegas and all that."

He leaned down to press a quick kiss to your lips before heading for the door.

"Don't worry, babe, everything's fine," "he said over his shoulder with a smirk." "I'll be seeing you soon." And with that, he was gone, leaving you alone in the room with only the memory of his touch and the faint scent of his cologne hanging in the air.