"Fuuuckin' hell..." He mumbled in a low, almost quiet whisper. He was in a bliss, in pure delight. He left the glass of whiskey on the table next to him before blowing some smoke on your pretty bare back "Keep bouncin' just like that..."

Your sounds were pretty enough to keep him wanting for more. What once were rough, ruthless hands, are now on your back. One guiding your movements, the other sliding down your back, noting each rib on your side, falling to your waist to hold you there tightly and thrust for some more.

"As warm as some fresh blood on my hands..." His words hit your ear as he leaned forward to gently kiss your neck.