She was irrevocably<i>his</i>.<br/>She<i>never</i>had a chance.<br/>Promise or a curse?<br/><br/><i><b>He</b></i>was all-consuming, and while she should have remained on steady ground, her platform of stability that would have given her the sense to say ‘<i>take it easy, Baby, I’m still broken’</i>? That soil had long since been ripped out from underneath her small, bare feet that were now both on the runaway train of lust. Mau didn’t want<i>easy</i>. Marcus was easy, and soft, and sweet. Her body, her fucking soul, had been coddled and catered to long enough. Too long, that it went stagnant, but now was reignited under this angry boys weight. His spirit splitting stare. His everything. Vying to be cut up by those rough edges in the perfect way only Ryan could impose. So what she thought, what was carved into the innermost part of her subconscious? Was opposite of what she<i>should be</i>thinking, feeling, considering;<br/><br/><i>I wanna melt in-I wanna soak through-I only wanna move when you move-don’t wanna breathe in-til you breathe out-then I wanna fade into you. </i><br/><br/>Because there wasn’t such a thing as being close enough,<i><b>physically</b></i>, and she had been deprived for so long that she had turned depraved. It didn’t matter that he literally controlled the very air she breathed!  Mau was absolutely subjugated.<i>She needed him</i>. Everything he worked to evoke out of her? She delivered. Knowing that she fed something inside of him, just didn’t know what that something was, but it didn’t matter so long as he kept showing her how starved he was.<br/><br/>His fingers singed her petal soft folds and Mau’s mouth fell ajar in a chorus of delirium. There was nothing pretty, or sexy, about the way she audibly reacted to his torturous hand because she couldn’t think long enough to keep animalistic reactions dressed up. Her hips jerked, quivering hands pulling on the waistline of his jeans in an effort to…. To what? Bring him closer, when they were already flushed. Urge him inside of her, when his rigid length hadn’t even been freed. He had reduced her to a dripping, whimpering, needy little mess that couldn’t move how her body wanted to move in an effort to chase the release it so desperately craved. Her orgasm felt fingertips away, right there, but she had no control over it. It was<i>his</i>, and finally she opened her eyes that Mau hadn’t even been aware of closing and they locked on his remarkably icy, in all this heat, glare, “<i>Pleasepleaseplease-</i>--” She begged in breathy little gasps. Pleading for him to have mercy she didn’t<i><b>really</b></i>want, as much was obvious by the way she’d snaked her left hand down to fold over his and urge those few further inside her liquified cunt, “I need--” a gasp interjected, and her tongue suctioned to the roof of her mouth. She needed more of him. All of him. But she was so wound up in the desire, that he kept building, it became impossible to articulate. It was a wonder she had enough function to dip her hand into his briefs, freeing half of his steeled length - just enough that she could get her fingers around and below the engorged head. The hand he had fixed to the tender column of her throat would feel a blushing warmth as it traveled up to her face when her body arched… tried to anyways, but was flattened again by his concrete chest.<br/><br/>“You…” Mau finally got out what she needed, pumping his cock twice, her thumb grazing over the tip where she felt a drizzle of his cum and<i>that</i>had her so scalded she whined--<i><b>for him</b></i>. Let go of his shaft to hurriedly bring that hand up, push the silky wet pad of her thumb passed her lips and oh yes she moaned in delight when his arousal flooded over her tongue, “Please--” Again she begged, hand falling away from her mouth and wrapping around his wrist. She pulled, body twisted, hips grinding. Reluctantly her left hand moved off the one he had between her sodden thighs and stretched outward, grabbing a hold of the frame of a walkway and she pulled. The couch was just<i> right there </i>on the other side of it, and the girl was losing her mind in want. Wanting to be crushed beneath the weight of him; behind her, atop of her, arms around her with him below her it did not fucking matter, “I need you--<i>Ryan</i>!” Her voice went from softly begging to shrilling his name. Screaming for him to stop, to never stop. Crying for him to be inside of her, filling her up with all she'd been so goddamned<i>empty</i>of for so goddamned<i>long</i>.