Smuts (ft. Female Artists I Wanna Make Babies With 🥺💦)

Break Of Dawn (Lerrie G!P)

*The only bottom Leigh bc I found this gem in my notes... also, I know I said I was gonna update part 2 of Strip Uno literally the next day, but writer's block snuck up on my ass... enjoy

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Leigh-Anne

This is wrong.

Every time I close my eyes to sleep, she infiltrates my thoughts, smiling devilish at me like the bloodthirsty succubus she is.

She knows of my heart; nothing short of a pulpy clump of throbbing flesh and veins, a morbid diathesis. She feeds me false promises and I'm consuming them as if I need them to survive.

Maybe I do.

Despite the fact she has someone physically, I know her body belongs to me in an almost twisted way. I can see behind the lust and sin in her eyes.

As much as I wanna hate her, I can't.

I want her to continue her malicious game. I want her to play with my tarnished heart, to mistreat me.

I'm just a love-starved leech that doesn't have a fucking idea of what love is. When we're together, it isn't any love. At all.

But I pretend.

I'm not ashamed to admit that I love when she squeezes my heart with her soft hands. I'd bite my lip when she'd drop it on the ground and step on it with her six inch heels.

All of this is ran through my mind while I have her on top of me, kissing my jaw.

"Get out of your head, baby," her voice practically coos to me. Her face lit up slightly from the full moon just outside of the curtain.

Her pink hair looking pale gray.

We had just finished having sex and she was lying on top of me.

"I couldn't sleep."

"I know why." She giggles hotly then glances down before looking me in the eyes. I swallow sand, trying my hardest not to fall deeper in her avidity.

She grabs my chin, biting her lip dominantly, "I feel you growing, so don't try to control it."

She sits up and straddles me before flipping on the lamp.

She grabs my shoulders, pulling me to sit up. After I do, she reaches between us and lines me up with her entrance, a slutty noise on her lips.

She slowly gyrates her hips, moving to a steady rhythm. I moan softly, loving how ready she already was. She wraps her arms around my neck, and there goes that smirk again.

I cautiously take hold of her waist, the skin feeling just as cold as her soul. I hate that I want her. She's manipulating the feeling, the vise hold on my vulnerability.

Her breath picks up and her eyes flutter. I wonder if I was the only one, besides her boyfriend, that did this for her. She slowly throws her head back, whispering her sounds of pleasure.

I bite my lip, looking away as I feel her tight passage squeeze around me. She grabs my chin again, forcing me to look up at her.

"You will keep those eyes on me, understood?" Sex drips from her tone and I couldn't help the sound in the back of my throat.

"Yes."

"Yes, what, pet?"

"Yes, Mistress."

She smiles and continues her southern assault, bouncing on it faster. Her moans fill the silent air; soon the occasion sound of skin bruising skin joins her. She tangles her hand in my hair, her face twisting into pure pleasure.