What I need!

 
Fuck I missed your face. I adore this face. I'm obsessed with this face. All weekend I'm thinking about this tempting face. Fuck you and your pretty little face for constantly corrupting my thoughts. How dare you be this fucking cute and hot and irresistible. Yeah you're gonna pay for this. For living in my head when you're not supposed to be there--when I'm at work, when I'm with my friends, when I'm in a meeting-- when I shouldn't be thinking of all the ways I want to ruin and defile and destroy this pretty little perfect face. There's no going back now and you know this is going to hurt. That it's going to take everything you've got! That--after this  wait, I'm physically incapable of taking it easy on you? That I'm going to use this body mercilessly for literal hours, doing unspeakable, unholy things to you? That even after I've fed you this first massive load and and filled you with another and another, that I'm going to deep relentlessly working over that body, because I'm just not fucking done with you yet?
You understand all that, right? Good. Good. Perfect. Because I need this. I need this, right now, and you are the one--the only sweet little twisted, sick, sexy, perfect little thing--who can give me what I need.