[ There’s a moment where his breath catches in his throat, and he stares at her, gaze full of wonder, at the way she practically pleads for his cock. Sanji’s already heard plenty about the tricks the House licks to play to force them to play the game, but staring down at her with wide-eyed awe, smile even softer than his touch as the space between them slowly disappears, he doesn’t think that’ll ever be necessary, not for her, not for him, not when his cock is embarrassingly hard and her cunt is utterly soaked.
The sight of fat droplets of precum spill on to her swollen folds, adding to the slick mess that coats them, has him shuddering with want as she urges him closer, cock throbbing as the tip presses flush against the heat of her. Her mouth consumes him—a kiss that’s equal parts needy, and sweet, and blissful— as he murmurs her name, teeth grazing her bottom lip when it breaks a moment later. ]
I will. Fuck, yeah, I’ll fuck you, Nami. Right now. Gonna take my time and fill you up with my cock. [ It’s a soft, sweet promise against her mouth, his gaze locked against hers, forehead flush against hers, fingers stroking her cheek gingerly, hand gently unwrapping her grip on the base of his cock and replacing it with his own. Sanji takes a deep breath, face flushed and eyes bright with anticipation and pure, sweet desire, and makes good on his promise with a thrust that’s slow and gentle and utterly unhurried.
He wants to savor it and so he does. From the moment his head’s inside her, stretching her open, he’s left groaning softly against her mouth, eyes half-lidded but still watching her every expression intently, as more and more of his cock fills her. With every second that passes, he’s more fully enveloped by her— sheathed in that slick heat that squeezes tight around him— until his hips are flush against hers, and he’s left gasping, kissing her mouth with an almost desperate fervor. ] Perfect— [ Sanji murmurs between kisses, both hands catching her cheeks, hips still for a long moment. ] —your cunt’s perfect, Nami, oh fuck, it’s so perfect for my cock. Even better than I hoped.
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The sight of fat droplets of precum spill on to her swollen folds, adding to the slick mess that coats them, has him shuddering with want as she urges him closer, cock throbbing as the tip presses flush against the heat of her. Her mouth consumes him—a kiss that’s equal parts needy, and sweet, and blissful— as he murmurs her name, teeth grazing her bottom lip when it breaks a moment later. ]
I will. Fuck, yeah, I’ll fuck you, Nami. Right now. Gonna take my time and fill you up with my cock. [ It’s a soft, sweet promise against her mouth, his gaze locked against hers, forehead flush against hers, fingers stroking her cheek gingerly, hand gently unwrapping her grip on the base of his cock and replacing it with his own. Sanji takes a deep breath, face flushed and eyes bright with anticipation and pure, sweet desire, and makes good on his promise with a thrust that’s slow and gentle and utterly unhurried.
He wants to savor it and so he does. From the moment his head’s inside her, stretching her open, he’s left groaning softly against her mouth, eyes half-lidded but still watching her every expression intently, as more and more of his cock fills her. With every second that passes, he’s more fully enveloped by her— sheathed in that slick heat that squeezes tight around him— until his hips are flush against hers, and he’s left gasping, kissing her mouth with an almost desperate fervor. ] Perfect— [ Sanji murmurs between kisses, both hands catching her cheeks, hips still for a long moment. ] —your cunt’s perfect, Nami, oh fuck, it’s so perfect for my cock. Even better than I hoped.