brokenragdoll:

Boy, was he a fucking mind reader… the absolute best, despite her intentions being hardly a mystery to anyone who could have seen her sitting there. Legs wide open —— upper half leaning back and propped on her palms to allow Donovan a clear view of her ample cleavage; a cheap ass dress he got her on account of being a survivor, many years ago when she overdosed and lived to tell the tale. “So you’re just gonna stand there and watch? My — who the hell are you and what the fuck did you do with my man?” Sally’s man… shared yet hers, no matter how many others he shagged or what he chose to do with his free time. They did share something special, didn’t they? It was only when she had him humping between her legs that the junkie could see stars behind her closed eyelids. A spidery finger beckoned him forth, the small of her back arching into a perfect curve. “Come do me, baby… or are you gonna make me beg?”

   Although it was brief and very small in size, there was a chuckle that sounded from the young man as he gave his head a slight shake. “You can’t bullshit a bullshiter. You wouldn’t beg.” Still apparently humored, perhaps even more so by his own words, he proceeded to approach her nonetheless. Of course, it didn’t even need to come down to begging. Donovan was, in fact, always ready and willing. Sally most likely knew that to be true anyway, but if anything, her words were more of a challenge. A challenge in which only came as a form of persuasion. Closing the distance between them to the point where it was barely even existent, his baby blue eyes exhibited every single look of lust humanly possible. It wasn’t long before he found himself leaning in closer to where she sat, his arm raising and extending out to push her down against the old mattress for swiftly moving to move over her, connecting his lips with her own.