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Silly Ole Bear
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Freddy
"You don't have to agree, Alex. You can fight this as much as you want."
Freddy's hand, which had been continually teasing along her inner thigh, came up to her hair and pulled it back hard. Freddy's loving touch had been replaced with a firm hand. The alcohol was running pure in his system now, and that took over everything. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't stop now.
"Deny me," He growled. It was not a question, more like a challenge. Could she fight him off if she wanted? The thought of her trying her best to get away from him doing whatever he wished to her body did bring a sense of excitement that quaked along his skin. It had been a long time since he had the pleasure of taking.
Freddy laughed as he brought the absinthe up to her mouth. He made her drink as much as she could and then howled as it began to pour out around her lips. He had turned into a live wire of electricity under her, moving, grinding, breathing like he was running a fucking marathon. The music, the drinks, the adrenaline, sex, and alcohol were finding a perfect level within his body, and he had a high he wasn't sure any drug could quite match.
Freddy grabbed her head, pulling her to one side and then kissed her. He mashed his lips with her own. Freddy was drunk and fumbling and enjoying the simple act of taking from her. Her taste was near divine; this was way he imagined a woman should taste. the sharp bitter alcohol and her own sweet flavor lying just underneath awoke his tongue and made him yearn for more.
He poured more alcohol onto her, watching it drop down to her neck and shoulders. He attacked her with his tongue, lapping and licking at the mess he created. He did not speak to her, asked no permission. He simply held her head back and drank deep from her flesh.
The alcohol soaked into her shirt. This too he licked and sucked, slurping out what he could.
"You don't have to agree, Alex. You can fight this as much as you want."
Freddy's hand, which had been continually teasing along her inner thigh, came up to her hair and pulled it back hard. Freddy's loving touch had been replaced with a firm hand. The alcohol was running pure in his system now, and that took over everything. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't stop now.
"Deny me," He growled. It was not a question, more like a challenge. Could she fight him off if she wanted? The thought of her trying her best to get away from him doing whatever he wished to her body did bring a sense of excitement that quaked along his skin. It had been a long time since he had the pleasure of taking.
Freddy laughed as he brought the absinthe up to her mouth. He made her drink as much as she could and then howled as it began to pour out around her lips. He had turned into a live wire of electricity under her, moving, grinding, breathing like he was running a fucking marathon. The music, the drinks, the adrenaline, sex, and alcohol were finding a perfect level within his body, and he had a high he wasn't sure any drug could quite match.
Freddy grabbed her head, pulling her to one side and then kissed her. He mashed his lips with her own. Freddy was drunk and fumbling and enjoying the simple act of taking from her. Her taste was near divine; this was way he imagined a woman should taste. the sharp bitter alcohol and her own sweet flavor lying just underneath awoke his tongue and made him yearn for more.
He poured more alcohol onto her, watching it drop down to her neck and shoulders. He attacked her with his tongue, lapping and licking at the mess he created. He did not speak to her, asked no permission. He simply held her head back and drank deep from her flesh.
The alcohol soaked into her shirt. This too he licked and sucked, slurping out what he could.
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