I’m in a Mike mood don’t @ me//
Mike’s voice is barely a growl in your ear, low and wrecked in the way it only gets when he’s holding back. Your back is against his chest, legs held open by his, kept still by one of his hands splayed over your lower stomach. His other hand is the one driving you crazy, slowly fucking you with his fingers to drive you crazy. Your grip on his wrist has to be too tight, but he doesn’t complain. Instead he says, “What, babygirl? That feel good?”
“Tease,” you complain.
He hums in response and slows down even more to a leisurely pace that can’t be anything other than teasing. Most of the time, he likes to just fuck you, no games, but occasionally he’s in the mood to make you beg for it. He’ll work you up until you can’t do anything other than squirm beneath him, watching him suck his fingers clean and jerk off. While he always fucks you, sometimes you have to wait until well after he’s started winding you up. Only once you’re sitting in a puddle of your own desire and glossy eyed with need will he give in.
That’s the sort of night you know you’re in for, not that you’re going to complain.
SVU addict 