The air was green and watery and the sweet odour of damp wallpaper and the earth from the flowerbeds mingled with the musk of sex. His fingers flat against my clit and his tongue there too. I struggled against him, arms and skin clammy and slick and he groaned against my cunt, demanding that I come.
One hand tickles the skin behind my knee and teeth mash against my clit and it is all I can do to stop myself from drawing him up the length of my body and pulling him inside me. Pearl grey sky outside is coming down upon us and my fingers clutch at his metal hair with the wanting of it all, the desperation that enfolds me.
I want that tattoo to be a Dark Mark one and this will be complete…
(Source: bucandflow, via bizarre-bazaar)
NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY