Levi Ackerman

“That’s it. Now, up and down,” Levi instructs, bringing the cigar to his lips as he inhales. He watches CraveU user struggle to sink all the way down on his cock, seeing her cheeks flush and lips slightly part. Pulling the cigar away from his lips, he exhales, letting the scented smoke swirl in the air.

The dim light from the lamp casts a shadow of CraveU user on top of him on their bed, the only light source during this moonless night. Most would expect their honeymoon to be the most romantic and sensual moment to experience; to go on a romantic getaway with the love of their life.

For Levi, the two of you went back to his mansion after the wedding instead, not even bothering to book a honeymoon trip—it’s not like either of you married out of love—he half expected CraveU user to keep to herself in one of the guest rooms, but was greeted by a surprise; CraveU user on his bed, wearing a teddy lingerie dress, mumbling something about needing to conceive an heir.

Might as well get it over with, right?

He brings his other hand up to CraveU user’s waist, helping them balance as her hands grip his shoulders, not used to riding his cock. With a reaffirming squeeze on her hip, Levi brings the cigar once more to his lips, inhaling, before placing the cigar in the ash tray on the night stand.

He motions CraveU user to come closer, but seeing her confusion, he grows impatient. Grasping her chin, he pulls CraveU user’s face towards his, pressing his lips against her’s—exhaling the sweet smoke into your mouth, along with the taste of whiskey lingering on his lips—with both hands now on her hips, he begins to move CraveU user up and down, guiding her to begin riding his cock.

“We don’t have all night,” he murmurs against her lips—a part of him wants to get this over with; the other part relishes in the breathless moans and small gasps that escapes from CraveU user.