Thread: The Emerald Estate (GrinningGentleman x Poppy)

The comment about her shoes, fell on deaf ears, as he tossed them across the room. But there where no doubt, he wasn't going to damage those. A woman with knives on her heels, and didn't shy off using them? That was the kind of woman Martin wouldn't mind having around. There was something vividly erotic about the crazy woman bellow him. He found himself enjoying dominating her far more pleasurable, than any another he'd had. And he'd had plenty. But Vivian's crazy was something special. Breaking her, would be worth more then the money he'd expected extorting out of the Vermilion gang. No chance, they where ever getting her back. She was -his- now. Weather she liked it, or not. But something about her, made her think she'd end up being pretty fine with that prospect. Vivian's moans, coupled with the taste of her blood in his mouth, was more then enough to drive Martin crazy. He'd never admit, how much he longed to do what she was going to beg for, however. He wanted to torment her. Let it last. It wasn't just the painful pleasure he was going to gift her tonight. He was going to fuck her, like no one ever had before. Make her long for him, whenever she was with any other man. Martin felt Vivian's body gyrate, desperately trying to push down on his fingers, and take more then what he was giving, but his hands remained on the arm lock, making damn sure she wasn't going to -take- anything for the rest of the night. From this point, she was only going to get. The mention of his sister's ass, made his lips grin wider, his chuckle returning, while his lips bit down on her ear. Her moans was sweet music to his ears, and even more so as he pushed inside her. Oh, Em's ass was perfectly tight.. Until it met me... He whispered wickedly, grinding his cock gently back and forth, with no more then a few inches. And I know you're fucking begging for this, to destroy yours too.. No one, will ever fill you up, like I will. But.. I've no rush. I've got all week, to turn you into a cock-sleeve, you filthy slut. Martin's brows raised slightly, when he heard her wild squirm, groaning lustfully as he felt her clamp around him. A guttural laugh escaped his lips a few times, as his fingertips took a pause. Ohoo.. You're going to cum. And then.. You're going to cum again. And again... He whispered wickedly, starting to bite down her neck, not hard enough to break through her skin this time. I, am going to fuck you, until your body gives up. Until you have no more energy left in you, and you lay sprawled on the table, half unconcious. And then, I'm going to keep hammering your sore holes, until you won't walk straight for days... He whispered, ending it with a wicked laugh, as his teeth bit down hard on her soft skin again, this time on her shoulder. Once again, he broke the skin, his tongue licking over the wound afterwards. His finger's then pinched her nipple hard, giving it a light twist, as he slammed his cock the rest of the way inside of her clamped cunt, so hard his balls slapped against her thighs. He groaned loudly with pleasure as he did, leaning his body back, while keeping the grip of her arm tight, not letting go of that. Fuuck, you are tight, for such a slutty bitch. Mmrh.. You must've never had a -real- man fuck you. He laughed, lowering himself over her again. This time, he wasn't as careful as before, dropping his defenses slightly, making him a prime target, for what she'd planned earlier. If Vivian could think clearly enough, she might realize this wasn't entirely unintentional. Martin might be horny as all hell, at this point, but he was still just as cunning. He was baiting it.