SNIPER 15

I want the Sniper to tie me up and have his way with me.

I want to feel his breath on my bare shoulders as he leans over me and tightens the ropes binding my wrists to the bed frame.

I would be blindfolded, my hands bound securely to the frame behind my head, the Sniper gently kissing my neck as he teases me with filthy words whispered tantalizingly into my ear. He would run his hands down my chest, making me shudder in anticipation and plead for more. He'd scold me to be patient and continue teasing me, grinding his knee against my growing erection through the tight fabric of my pants. I'd be powerless to do anything but struggle against the ropes keeping me in place, gasping at the pleasure that arose at every one of the Sniper's touches.

He'd finally yield to his urges and begin to take off my belt. His teeth would nip at my neck, reminding me just exactly who I belong to, as he pulls off my pants and boxers with little resistance. I would let out a soft moan as he kisses the tip of my cock ever so lightly, slowly stroking up and down my hot, hard shaft. He would take my cock into his mouth and greedily swallow the entire length down into his throat, causing me to gasp, the hair raising on my back and the ropes now digging into my skin. He would grab onto my hips and force more of my length into his throat, relishing in my helplessness. The sensation of the Sniper deepthroating my cock, which felt as if it fit perfectly into the man's mouth, would nearly cause me to climax, but he would stop himself before I reach the point of no return.

He would stand up, grab my head, and lock me into a passionate kiss, sharing the taste of sweat and precum and cock between our tongues. At this point I'd be begging for him (with great difficulty; that man loves kissing too much to make it easy for me to speak while doing it ♥) to fuck me so hard that I wouldn't be able to sit properly for a week. I'd feel his crooked grin as he'd shove me back into the bed, telling me how he'd better hurry up and give me what I wanted with what I could only imagine was a devilish grin.

I'd bite my lip at the feeling of his lubricated fingers slipping into my ass, then whimper as he increased the amount, sliding one, then two fingers in and out of my ass, slowly stretching me to accommodate his cock. It would take all of my willpower to breathe and relax; the ropes were starting to burn, and sweat was covering my body, which was hot from lust and need.

He'd straighten himself upright and position his cock into the entrance to my ass, then slide himself inside of me at a pace that was almost painfully slow. I would so desperately want him to fuck me hard, to tear me apart, yet he would seem perfectly content with making me suffer with how he was taking his sweet damn time.

He would finally increase his pace at my sarcastic urging for him to be more efficient, inching himself deeper and deeper inside of me until he was balls deep in my ass. I would whimper as he dug his fingernails into my hips, pounding me hard, emitting a low grunt whenever he slammed his huge girth into my body. He would bend down and shut me up with another kiss, swallowing up my noises as he continued to make love to me like an animal. I would close my eyes and weakly repeat his name, over and over, his continuous thrusting into my prostate causing me to near my orgasm. The pain in my wrists wasn't registering in my brain anymore; nothing was save for the Sniper and his every touch.

I would feel his breath rate increase and his cock swell up as he neared his orgasm. He would grip me tighter, pull me closer, and ejaculate inside of me with one final thrust, his semen filling me up. He would reach down, grab my cock, and jerk me off, only needing a few pumps for me to reach my own orgasm. Waves of pleasure would seize my entire body and render me in a state of drunken lust and infatuation. He would pull himself out of me, then lap up the hot, thick semen that coated my lower abdomen with his tongue, my chest rising and falling as I gradually recovered.

The Sniper would gently tug off my blindfold and undo the ropes that tied me to the bed, revealing bright red marks from the rope burn. He'd frown and begin to ask if I was alright before I cut him off, pulling him in for a kiss, telling him how much I loved him and enjoyed his roughness. He'd sigh in relief and pull me close, letting me bury my head into his chest, and I'd fall asleep to the Sniper stroking my hair.