Do you?

                                    

                                          
CREDITS: Justin Bieber dirty imagines and love story on Facebook. 
                          
#Dirty Imagine -Do you......
                          
Justin climbing onto your bed, and crawling on all fours up the length of your body, not yet touching you, simply letting you feel the raging heat you fuel in him. "Do you have any idea what it feels like to want someone every second of every day, baby, so much that you think you'll die if you can't have them?" he says, his face looming over yours, his breath hot in your face. Your eyes are wide with shock, and you begin to open your mouth to answer him-- but he puts his hand over your mouth, and bends down, to growl in your ear, "Shh. I'm explaining. Don't make me make you keep quiet." 
                          
 
                          
A tremor passes through you as his hand touches your face and he growls his instruction in your ear, and you are suddenly breathless. His voice, even lower, breathes in your ear. "Have you ever been so hungry to taste something you've never tasted, and yet you're so sure it will be the most unbelievable, satisfying thing you've ever had, that you spend every day starving, because anything else you eat instead tastes like nothing?"
                          
 
                          
His tongue darts out to trace the outer edge of your ear, lightly flicking at you. "Do you know what it means, to be completely possessed by someone, so that all you can think about is them, and you lose all sense of yourself?" he whispers, even more lowly, and a shiver passes through you. He shifts, and then takes your earlobe into his mouth, sucking and nibbling, as a lightning bolt of realization, coupled with an unbelievable longing sensation, shoots through you. He begins to trail hard, sucking kisses down the side of your neck, his supple lips and velvet tongue manipulating your flesh as he revels in the incredible scent and taste of you. He pauses, one hand still over your mouth, as he unbuttons the shirt you are wearing with the other hand, exposing your chest to him. You hadn't bothered to put on a bra when you changed, and your breasts are bare, high and full, your nipples tightening as the cool air reaches them. He groans, his erection twitching visibly as he drinks in the sight of you, and another tremor, this one solely of longing, shakes you as you see how much he wants you. You swallow, hard, at the look of raw need in his eyes, and the ferocious determination filling him. He trails a finger, lightly, under the undersides of your breasts, and his touch draws an unconscious moan from you, the sound muffled by his hand. His eyes snap up to meet yours, the heat of his gaze bearing into you.
                          
 
                          
"Do you like that? Do you want me to do it again?" He brushes his fingers over you again, and you twitched at his teasingly light touch. More boldly, he brushes his thumb across one cold-stiffened nipple, and you strain toward his hand. "Of course you do," he says, his expression becoming satisfied and even more determined than when he started. He bends forward, and licks his way from the hollow of your neck through the valley of your breasts to your navel, the vibration of another moan under his hand making him even harder, though he is already impossibly, painfully hard.
                          
 
                          
"I'm going to move my hand," he whispers, before bending to take your breast in his mouth, prompting you to push yourself toward him again as you whimper, "and as long as you're good, you can say certain words." He paused again, to take your perfect flesh in his mouth and sucks at you, drawing a whimper from you this time, then lifts his head to look at you. "You can say yes, and please, and now, and Justin, and touch me, and taste me, and take me, and I'm yours, all yours, only and always yours, Justin. Anything else, and I'm afraid I'll have to make sure you don't interrupt me while I continue... explaining." He switches his mouth to your other breast, circling your nipple with his tongue, stroking you firmly and then closing his mouth on you, biting lightly as he sucks the pebbled nub between his teeth. Your gasp under his hand leaves his palm hot and damp with your breath. He looks up at you, his eyes boring into yours, and he sees that your wide eyes are now glazed with surprise and desire. Growling, he says, "Do you understand me, baby?"