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You don't remember how long it’s been.
The evening dusk dripped into the glow of a midnight moon and still you were there, clawing at rumpled sheets beneath your sweaty body. Your tongue was stuck to the roof of your mouth, eyes lidded and hazy. Even if you wanted to get up you could barely lift your hand to dig into his tousled dark-blue hair. A thick moan rising up and out of your permanently parted mouth.
“Sampo...” you whined, eyes nearly crossing as your toes curled with his tongue flicking over your sensitive clit.
"F-Fuck, Sampo, wait--"
He smiled against the wet skin of your thigh. “You said I could keep going.”
Really, it was your own fault. But you had yet to meet anyone—including yourself—who could say no to Sampo Koski when he flashed those shiny emerald eyes and dashing smirk. He could get away with atrocities not just anyone could, with his quick wit and dastardly strategies. And he knew he could get away with genuine murder when it came to you, seeing as how you were always putty in his hands when he came calling for you.
“Koski, stop teasing so much, please," you whined, feeling an emptiness where his fingers had just been, hooked to the knuckle inside your gummy walls. "You had said just one more--"
“That was one more.”
“That was two,” you retorted, unable to stop your thighs from shaking as they lay draped over his broad shoulders.
Not a peep from him.
Nothing at all.
He was too busy staring at the way your pussy fluttered, silently begging for him to bury two more fingers into the wet heat he’d happily get lost in. A deep groan left him as he felt his cock straining in the confines of his pants; but he wanted to keep this going, see how long he could push you for. The peek of his tongue swiping along his bottom lip seized your chest, air catching in your throat. His cheeks were stained red with flush, pupils blown out to almost take over the emerald, and you swore you could barely recognize the flirtatious con-man from earlier in the day.
You and Sampo had come to know each other by him picking your store to one day break in to, to see what goods he could...borrow. Though, much to his surprise, you didn't turn him in; instead, scolded him for trying to take from you and just...ordered him to put what he was taking back. From that day on, he developed an...infatuation with you. Wanting to see other sides of you, what made you tick.
And it seemed to bloom into more...
“I can make it three,” Sampo mumbled, more to himself than to you.
You choked on a whimper, eyes looking down at him.
"Sampo, this--"
“Please.”
He kissed your skin, teeth grazing along your inner thigh as he looked up at you with pleading eyes. The usually so kept-together man was now on his knees for you, begging to keep eating you out like a man starved.
"I'll make you feel so good, sweetheart. Aeons, you taste so damn sweet, you have no idea. One more, doll, just one more..."
He rambled on as you felt your body burn under his emerald gaze, your heart thudding against your ribs. You were certain he could hear it even, feel it as he leaned forward to press a kiss to your pelvis, that soon delved into direct contact with your swollen and throbbing clit. His tongue swept out and teased the bud, lips molding to your slick folds as he practically made out with your pussy, moaning into the warm flesh.
You gasped and shook under his work, watched as he buried his face into your pussy, nose nudging your clit as his tongue slipped into your tight entrance.
“You’re gonna be the end of me, Sampo," you whined, yanking on the handful of his hair wrapped in your fingers.
He came up with a dazed grin, eyes drooped low enough to send sparks down your legs.
“Nah, sweetheart, I'm gonna be your beginning and more," he drawled, before diving right back in.
“F-Fuck," you moaned, rolling your hips up to meet his with a small cry.
His response was a hoarse groan you felt vibrate up into your chest, eyes fluttering shut as he sucked at your clit with a wet smack of his lips. You tried to catch your breath. Did whatever you could to drag air into convulsing lungs, but the effort was useless when three fingers slid up and into your dripping entrance. Crying out at the stretch you fucked yourself along his face, involuntarily kicking your feet against his back and yanking at his hair tight enough to make him whine.
“Too much,” you slurred, tears spilling down your temples and falling lost to the pillow beneath you.
“Take it for me?”
His words were breathy and pitched, the entire bottom half of his face shining in the low-light of your beside lamp.
How could you ever say no to Sampo Koski?
You nodded, gasping in a lungful of air as his fingers hooked in just a bit further, pressing up along your spongy walls with a thick moan.
Sampo was lost. All his senses entirely shut down and focused on you solely when you rode hard against his tongue, each thrust of his fingers punctuated by the wet squelch of your pussy.
“Aeons you taste so good," he mumbled under his breath, tongue circle your clit.
It happened before you could really place what it was.
That violent pull on your stomach, tight enough to strain your muscles as you dragged your hips along his tongue, fucking yourself on his quick moving fingers. Each breath came in wet gasps, eyes rolling back far enough to hurt, and Sampo felt it in the throbbing pulse of your walls. He grinned, doubling down on each thrust and watching as you fought for some mere piece of control; anything to combat the rush of pleasure threatening to crack down your spine.
"Sampo--too much, I can't--!"
“Let go for me, sweetheart."
“B-But-”
“I got you,” he breathed, his free hand coming up to lace his fingers with yours.
“C’mon, baby. You can give me one, can't you?"
He ducked down with a pleasant moan, tongue flicking up the span of your pussy, fingers pressing hard along the spot that practically burned with euphoria.
And you broke.
Sobbing his name loud enough for your neighbors to hear, you came so hard you thought you had gone blind, body shaking roughly beneath his tight grip. Whimpers left you as a rush of liquid spilled between your thighs, wetting his face and the sheets beneath you as well.
Sampo loved it.
The broken sound at the back of his throat sent another wave of mind numbing pleasure through your body. His mouth sealed over you, fingers dragging it out for longer than you could take; but you were his good girl and you would take it in an instant for your precious con-man.
Maybe that’s why you let him suck at your entrance until practically nothing but his spit remained, each deep rooted grunt and moan loud enough to shake your chest. He burrowed his face into it, eyes rolling back and hips grinding down into the bed.
"Enjoying yourself?" you teased breathlessly, only to gasp as he pulled away to set you with a dark smirk and bright emerald eyes as he crawled up your body, his heavy cock coming to rest at your lower belly.
"Think it's my turn for some feel good, huh, pretty girl?" he teased in return, lifting your thighs to brace over his shoulders as he lined himself up with your weeping pussy.
--
It’s the way that he completely loses himself in your warmth, your pretty pussy wrapped around his cock. The slow descent into madness. Each thread of sanity slowly pulled from his mind until the only thing he can focus on is you.
His fingers are almost bruising against your skin as they dip into the thickness of your thighs, pushing your knees up to your chest as he practically folds you in half; just the way he enjoys you. His body hunched over you, like is ready to feast on all of you have, like he’s going to devour you whole; and he just might.
Emerald eyes focus on where your bodies are connected, watching the way your tight pussy manages to take every inch of him. Bottoming out until the patch of curls that sits at the base of his cock is snug with your messy folds. Rutting his hips to watch his cock reappear completely covered in your glistening slick, leaving that ring of white around the base of him as you make an absolute mess of the bed.
“Sampo,” you whine, trying to draw his focus back to you as he continues to watch his cock disappear inside you. Eager eyes immediately snapping back to your face as he sees the way your lashes flutter, pussy clenching as you try to get him to fuck you harder.
“I’m right here, doll,” he practically purrs, his hips picking up a faster pace as he senses your eagerness for him. He fills you to the brim as you’re certain you can feel him in your throat, your entire body full of him.
“Aeons, I'll never get tired of this perfect pussy taking me in so well..."
Sampo is torn from the desire to fill you with his warm cum and watching you writhe and whine beneath him. He wants to do both so badly, but is so drawn to watching his cock disappear into your needy pussy. After eating you for what felt like hours, watching your walls flutter around his girth gives an aching sense of satisfaction. Like you truly made for him, and him alone.
“I'm so close,” you whine when he draws back, just enough to slip a hand between your bodies to thumb at your clit. Deliberately working you towards another intense climax, this time on his swollen cock deep inside you.
“Go ahead, sweetheart. Cum for me."
And boy do you. You cum hard as you cry out his name, pleasure fogging up your mind as you feel cool tears cling to your lashes and blurring your vision.
“So good. So fucking good for me. Your pussy was made for me, wasn't it?” he groans, the lewd sounds of your pussy echoing around the bedroom, “taking me so well, so deep, wrapped nice and tightly around me."
You should be embarrassed at the words dropping from his lips, but the intense pleasure coursing through your veins doesn’t allow it. The only thing that matters is the white, hot pleasure swirling in your abdomen as Sampo fucks you harder and deeper. The swollen tip of his cock kissing your most sensitive spots with every deep press of his shaft.
Tears roll down your cheeks and temples, soaking the pillow beneath your head as you give in to the pleasure. And seeing these tears falling from your eyes makes something in Sampo crack, making him want to see just how many more orgasms he can pull from your sweet pussy on his cock now.
You can already feel another one coming on, standing dangerously close to the edge of your release as Sampo keeps his steady pace. The air in the room hot and heavy it makes it difficult to breathe, your lips parted as you gasp for air. His mouth hangs agape slightly as he seems to pant faster and faster with each thrust, completely lost in the feel and scent of you.
The feel, especially, makes his head seem to spin as your walls tighten and squeeze just right, making him press as deep as he can go with each thrust. And the smell too, of your mixed arousal and slick makes his heart race and his mind foggy.
"Aeons, I want to ruin you, pretty thing. Make you only mine and ruin you for anyone else," he slurs by your ear as he presses deeply into you again and again, babbling filthy things to you over and over.
You can’t respond, not when he’s pounding into you so hard and fast. It’s all you can do to lay there and take it, your hands fisting the crumpled bed sheets beneath you for some semblance of reality as he chases his own end.
“Sampo!” you squeal loudly, toes curling as your legs fight to close. Your calves squeezing either side of his head as you feel another orgasm crash through you, your poor clit throbbing from the press of his thumb. Your walls squeeze and milk him for all he is worth as you ride out the high, lost in the fog of it all.
“Please don't stop!”
“Not satisfied yet, doll-face?" Sampo breathes, despite being close to his own climax at this point. “Just want me to fuck you into oblivion once more, huh?”
He starts rambling now, his cock twitching and throbbing against the walls of you abused pussy.
“This pussy of yours is all mine, only mine,” he practically snarls with a possessive air, nails digging into your thighs almost painfully as his hips begin to stutter. Sweat begins to form more at his brow as messy blue hair clings to his forehead, face beginning to scrunch up as he begins to cum hard inside you, rope after rope of his spend filling you up.
You expect him to give a few more thrusts for good measure before stilling inside you, but Sampo doesn’t stop. Lost in the pleasure as he fucks himself through his orgasm, using your poor pussy as his own means to keep going and going.
A squelching sound echoes in the room as he fucks his cum deeper inside you, globs of it dripping down the curve of your bottom as he makes an absolute mess of you. The bed sheets are slick with sweat and your shared fluids as he continues his rough pace, eyes rolling as he pants against your ear.
Sampo is lost in pleasure now, his head rolling forward as though it’s too heavy for his neck to hold. The heat from his body is almost overwhelming as he wraps his arms around you tightly, pulling you closer as he continues to fuck your abused pussy, panting harder and harder as he prolongs his orgasm.
“Sampo, too much!”
You become a sobbing mess underneath him, thighs sore and body aching as he continues his assault, a fresh set of tears stinging your eyes and his own emerald ones look down at you.
Aha above, the look on your face makes his cock throb.
“Sorry doll, I just can't stop...feels too damn good..gotta keep it in there, make this pussy mine completely..."
He is pounding into you with renewed vigor now, watching the way your breasts bounce from the power of his thrusts. He feels that he needs to fill you up once more, give you more of himself inside you, over and over again.
“You can handle it, baby. You can keep taking me. Taking me in this pretty pussy of yours.”
He continues to babble against your ear, no coherent thoughts in his mind, except the insatiable urge to fill you full of his cock and his cum. The lewd noises has Sampo picturing the mess he has made of you as he ruins you for anyone else, watching his release seep out of you the moment he pulls out as you lay there completely full of him.
“Sampo," you practically sob, and he pulls back to look down at you, his hands coming up to bury in your damp hair.
“It's okay, I'm here,” he groans, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows, his body slowly succumbing to the need to fill you one more time. You can no longer feel your thighs, numb in this position as all you can do is lay there and take everything he has to give you.
“Going to fill you up so full,” he rambles, completely drunk on the pleasure he feels inside you. “You love that, right? You really want it? You want my cum inside this pretty pussy?"
Your body betrays you, walls throbbing at his words as you eagerly try to milk him dry. He is almost delirious now, sucking air through his teeth as his hips stutter.
“Gonna pump you so full of my cum, and hope it takes. You'll be stuck with me forever then!"
He has you gasping as he changes the angle of his thrusts, dragging against that sensitive spot inside you as he leans down to give you a deep kiss, all tongue and teeth.
"And I know you want it to, don't you? I can feel how you're pulling me in, want my cum deep inside!"
You can tell you have lost him to the pleasure now, from the way his thrusts are sloppier, more frantic, to the way his jaw drops open and his eyes seem to roll into his skull. He is a mess, completely drunk on your pussy as he rides the line between pleasure and delirium.
“I'm gonna cum, love! Fill you up so full!"
He is still babbling, repeating himself now, the rasp in his voice deepening as he gives a few more messy thrusts of his hips before spilling another load into your waiting walls.
“Take all of me, baby!”
Sampo's chest heaves as he empties himself inside your stretched walls, feeling you flutter around him as he drops your legs from over his shoulders. Half-lidded eyes staring down at you with pure adoration as he let's himself drop on top of you. The sweat of your skin mingles with his as you hold him close and run your fingers through his dark blue strands, a small giggle leaving you as he breathes deeply, inhaling your scent.
You two lay comfortably there for a moment before he slowly rolls off of you, laying at your side and pulling you into a tight hug, nuzzling his nose into your hair. You feel him sigh deeply, and look up at him for a moment to see his eyes are closed.
"That was amazing. Promise me we can do that again," he mumbles sleepily, and you can't help but roll your eyes.
Who knew the Sampo Koski could be so whipped by you.