I stand before him, wearing only his duel atho’s shirt and lace panties, as requested. Arno admires me from his chair with lustful eyes. His shirt leaves my breast exposed to him with it being large on me. Arno gestures to me with his finger, “Come to daddy,” he demanded. I step towards him and seated myself on his lap. He eagerly caresses my lips against his as he slips his fingers into my panties. “I won’t know what you want unless you tell me, chéri,” Arno states. I knew what he wanted me to do; he wanted me to beg. “Please, Arno. I need you…I need you to fuck me,” I begged. “See? That wasn’t so hard. Was it?” he whispered. He lifted me off his lap and settled me down on his unmade bed. I lifted myself back up to unbuckle his breeches. He began to slide off my panties as I took off his shirt and urged me back down on the bed. “Spread,” he demanded.

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Listening to him, he began to position himself at my entrance. I gasped of the feeling of his length penetrating me. He kept a steady momentum as I wrapped my hands around his neck. We were getting closer to finishing. He was panting and moaning now. I could start to feel myself pulse around him as I cried out. The assassin lost his pace as he rode out his orgasm. He paused and caught his breath before laying beside me, cradling me in his arms. “I know we were more rough than usual but, I love you,” I whispered to him. “I love you, too,” he replied.

Confession [@thedorians]