Page 81 of Tangled Desires

“Oh, yeah, I’m fucking starved.” He grins.

I scoff. “Can’t be that bad.”

He steps closer, fingers digging into my hips. “It is. Now be the good dirty girl you are. Turn around, face the glass,” he says, delivering a firm slap to my ass. “And feed this starved man of yours.”

A shiver rolls over me as I plant my hands against the glass, arching my back just for him. His groan echoes in the steam-filled space, setting me on fire.

“Best fucking sight I’ve seen all day,” he mutters. Then he’s down on his knees, spreading me open, and his tongue is on me, hot and greedy, pulling a gasp from my throat. His tongue moves over me with a rough, greedy hunger, licking and sucking until I’m a mess, melting against the glass. I can’t help the sounds slipping from my mouth, low moans that echo in the steamy bathroom. His hands tighten on my hips, pulling me closer as his tongue works me over, every stroke sending a rush of heat flooding through me. Slowly, he trails his tongue higher, flicking overthatspot he’s never dared to touch before. My body tenses, but his grip is firm, grounding me. Before I can even think, a shock of pleasure races through me, unexpected and sharp, making my breath hitch.

Oh, fuck. I relax, letting the sensation build, his tongue exploring me with a filthy confidence that somehow makes me even wetter.

“I can’t wait to fuck this sexy ass of yours one day,” he growls, his voice a deep rumble against my skin. A nervous thrill shootsthrough me at his words. I’ve never done anything like that before. Will I actually go there? The thought alone makes my pulse race.

His mouth is back on me with even more intensity, sloppy and fierce, his hands spreading me wider as he devours every inch. The roughness, the need in the way he’s gripping me—it’s overwhelming, and I’m so close, teetering right on the edge.

My head falls forward, pressing against the glass, my moans growing louder, filling the space as he takes me there, pushes me past the point of no return. I gasp as he plunges his fingers into me—thick and deep—all while his tongue flicks over that sensitive spot relentlessly. I slam my palm against the glass at the sudden burst of pleasure that pulses through me in hot waves, almost too much to take. My breaths come in shaky gasps as I ride out the last waves of pleasure, my body still trembling against the cool glass. I twist around, eyes blazing, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him in, crashing my lips onto his, swallowing his groan.

The taste of me on his mouth, mixed with the rough scrape of his light beard against my skin, ignites something wild in me all over again. My hand slides down between us, wrapping around his cock, now hard and hot, pressed up against my stomach. With my other hand, I cup him fully, savouring his weight, a wicked smile curling on my lips as he groans.

“Jesus Christ, sugar,” he groans. “Your hands—s-so fucking good.”

I sink down onto my knees, gazing up at him with a smirk as I say, “Try not to come too fast.” His laugh is low, sending a spark of excitement through me—it’s a sound of pure, unrestrained desire. I take him into my mouth, knowing I can’t take him fully down my throat this time without risking a mess, so I focus on the head, swirling my tongue savouring the salt of his skin as his piercings glide over my tongue, cool metal against heat. Ihum around him, and his groans grow louder, rougher, his body tensing. “Fuck, Immy,” he breathes, voice choked. His hand gathers my hair, guiding me faster. “So good… so fucking good,” he gasps, his words rough, desperate.

My muffled moans mix with the wet sounds as I swirl my tongue over each piercing, feeling him tremble. “Gonna come,” he whispers, voice thick with need. I open my mouth, tongue out, meeting his gaze as he releases hot, thick cum into my mouth, which spills onto my face, dripping down my chin. His breath comes in ragged gasps as he watches, completely undone.

I swallow, wiping my chin with a smirk. “Well, that was quick,” I tease, glancing up at him.

He laughs, breathless, pulling me up to my feet. “Careful, or I’ll show you just how long I can last,” he murmurs, sliding his fingers through my hair, still damp and tangled from our intensity. I raise an eyebrow, grinning as his lips capture mine.

“Big talk,” I say, letting out a little laugh against his mouth. “Guess I’ll have to put you to the test.”

“Oh, you’re in for it now,” he murmurs, kissing me deeper, his smile pressed against my lips as he whispers, “We’re just getting started.”

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Safe & Sound - Taylor Swift

i am not who i was - Chance Pena

“Hi, Harrison. I’m Dr. Catrina Lowes,” she says, her voice calm. “Why don’t we start with a few easy questions to get to know each other?” I nod, bouncing my knee like it’s got a mind of its own. My fingers tap a rhythm against my leg. Yeah, I called. Sat on it for days, and now here I am, sweating like crazy.

Her office is neat—too neat. Soft lighting, plants in all the right corners, a painting of some peaceful lake. It’s staged, obviously. Meant to make this place feel warm, safe. It doesn’t.

“What brings you here today?”

“Guess I’m here to... talk.” It comes out rough, awkward. I force a laugh that doesn’t land. Her gaze stays steady, not giving anything away. I shift in the chair, run a hand through my hair. Too much quiet.

Too muchmeon display.

She doesn’t rush me. Just nods, letting the silence stretch. Then she’s telling me about herself. Something about helping people dig through their past, figure out how to manage it. Her voice is soft but sure, like she knows exactly what buttons to press.

“Looks like you’ve been on Vyvanse, then Ritalin,” Dr. Lowes says, glancing at the file in her lap. “How’s that been for you?” I can’t sit still. Fingers tapping, leg bouncing.

“Honestly? Hate it. Slows me down too much. Makes me feel…” words catch, “weak, or something. I’d rather be moody and hyper as fuck than that.”

Her brow lifts, curious. “Weak?”

“Yeah.” I shrug. “I get it’s supposed to help me focus, but I’d rather be bouncing off walls than feel like I’m not…me.”

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