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At some point in each movie (play,series,etc.) I fall in love with every one of his characters.
Jake Gyllenhaal as Rusty Sabich
This is so phenomenal, I forgot to reblog lol! What are you doing to me with your amazing fics?!
primetime.
a/n: i hate rusty but he brings out my inner hoe byeeeee
pairing: rusty isabitch sabich x f!reader
summary: rusty is overwhelmed by the trial and sought you out to help him forget about his worries.
warning: 18+ ONLY. NSFW. smut, infidelity, c&b torture, suffocation, oral sex, p in v, facesitting, dom-ish reader??
Rusty’s pale blue gaze sweeps over your half-naked body as you come out of the shower, dressed in nothing but a silk black robe as he unpacks the Chinese take-out from the restaurant’s brown paper bag.
You thank him for receiving the takeout when the desk clerk brought it up to the apartment, smiling at the sight of his messy hair from the shower he took with you.
He smirks back at you and compliments the robe. Leaving half of the containers and sauces in the bag, he turns and pulls you by the hips.
Rusty relishes in the silky touch of your robe, reminded of the silky touch of your most intimate areas. You allow him to kiss you with his hands under the fabric, groping at your ass before gently pushing him back with the reminder that you’re hungry.
Sitting on your lavish couch, you mostly talk about the case he’s been stuck in ever since Carolyn’s death. Between bites and swigs from the brown beer bottle perched on the floor beside you, he confesses things and emotions to you that he feels he can’t confess to anyone.
His lingering love for Carolyn. The troubles in his marriage. The fear of hatred from his children. How jealous he secretly feels to know his wife kissed someone else.
Despite not having romantic feelings towards Rusty, you do consider him a friend. Some friends play golf, shoot hoops or pool. You and Rusty fuck.
It feels natural for you both. You met Rusty a bit after he began his affair with Carolyn through a dating app. The pair of you were looking for a good talk and fuck and although there were no strings attached on your behalf, Rusty decided to conceal his marriage by hiding hi wedding band.
When you found out the truth, you were livid at Rusty. Not for being married to someone that’s not you – you didn’t love him. You’re happily married to a man who treats you like a queen and is modern enough to have accept your open marriage.
What bothered you is that he didn’t tell you about it. Having sex with other people is only fine when all parties agree to it. He tried to argue that it was the same as your marriage, but you were quick to stomp out his bullshit.
That was when you told Rusty you had to end the relationship with him.
Looking out the panoramic windows of your high-rise apartment, he watches the city from above as you take the dirty empty dishes to the kitchen.
“Isn’t your husband coming home?”
“No. He’s in New York for the week.”
“Does he know you’re seeing me again?”
You pause and glance at him.
“Whatever happened to don’t ask, don’t tell?”
Rusty never liked talking about your husband. Deep down, he felt a little sting of jealousy in his chest. He was never really fond of sharing his toys, but he would never tell you that.
“Just curious as to how you guys make it work?”
“He knows, yes” you reply sitting back on the couch. “And he doesn’t like you.”
“How come he lets you still me?”
“Because choosing who I fuck is decided by me, not him.”
He smirks at your boldness, surprised as he tries to paint a mental image of you talking to your husband about the other guy you fuck.
“I guess that’s only fair” he nods.
“He just doesn’t want me to get into trouble. Your last mistress did end up dead, after all.”
Rusty’s head falls forward as he watches himself wring his hands. You didn’t think before sayin it and his reaction makes you realize how harsh it really sounds.
There’s a tug at your heartstrings that unbridles a guilt you didn’t even know you had inside.
“I’m sorry, Rusty. That came out a lot worse than-“
“It’s alright.”
You can’t tell it’s not. He’s not. Being reminded of Carolyn’s death and the way she was murdered is like a wet rag over a flame.
“I should get going,” Rusty moves to stand feeling like a guest who’s overstayed their welcome.
“No. Stay.”
Your plea comes with a hand on his arm. He looks at your gentle touch and watches it moves to his thigh, slowly caressing the thick muscle there.
“Stay with me, hm?” you whisper as his eyes meet yours.
Cautiously closing the space between you both, you place a tender kiss to his cheek. He closes his eyes, letting your affection melt his worries away. He knows he shouldn’t. It should feel wrong. But his head tilts to the side and meet your butterfly kisses with his lips.
Your legs sweep over his and you move to straddle his lap, quick to unzip his hoodie that shields his shirtless body. His large hands squeeze your thighs and ass here and there as they explore your body.
Your open palms frolic over his furry chest, indulging in the thick layer of dark hair that sends butterflies fluttering around his stomach. Already excited for what’s to come, heat bubbles in his core.
Kneading your ass, his thick fingers slip to your waist to untie the knot of the robe. You let it fall open, too mesmerized by his unyielding kisses on your neck as the silky fabric slides down your shoulders.
Rusty likes to think of your body as a magical map. He knows all the secrets to a world only he knows, filled with hidden paths to the extraordinary highs not even you knew how to unlock.
He knows how to make you come undone; he had made his personal mission to do so and you reciprocated with lust of the same intensity.
Your exposed sex presses against his hardened member. You can feel it as it twitches in his gray sweatpants when his hands capture your breast, squeezing at the soft flesh.
“Take this off.”
His eagerness doesn’t allow him to wait for you to slip your arms from the sleeves, so his hasty hands do the work for you. It forces him to pull away from your neck and cease his bruising mauling. He tosses the t-shirt to the ground; your bra follows and lands on top of it.
Heat pools in your depths like fire under a cauldron as fleeting kisses trail down your sternum and stop in the valley between your breast.
Gravely moans hum out from the back of his throat as he deeply inhales the delightful aroma left on your skin by your favorite body wash.
His hungry lips take their turns altering from one nipple to the other, latching and suckling at the hardening buttons. His restless tongue circles around each of them as he squeezes your breasts together as if he could swallow them both.
Your back arches into his touch which sends waves of pleasure straight to your core, especially when his teeth and growing 5 o’clock shadow scrap along your tender tits.
Skin burning feverishly, you moan his name over and over, telling him how good he’s making you feel. Your praises never fail to ignite something darker in him.
“Lemme taste you again” he breathes against your lips.
Arousal moistens your sex at his request, damp with your lust for him. You nod excitedly just thinking about how well he ate you out just a couple hours ago.
He lays down on the couch, stretching his tall frame along its length. With his legs being too long, he has to bend his knees to rest his soles on the cushion while you watch him adjust, waiting for the right moment to straddle his head.
Fully naked, he reaches for your thighs to pull you closer. You carefully settle your knees on either side of his head and remove the back cushion of his sofa to make room for your position.
Tucking your bare feet under his arms, he impatiently snakes his arms around your frame and grope at your breasts. Your hips lower and you finally take your seat on his face.
His tongue hungrily laps your drenched plushy lips, licking up every drop of your arousal. One of your hands combs through his dark hair while the other rests on the sofa’s arm, keeping you balanced.
Your hips slowly rock back and forth, hovering over his mouth just enough to let his tongue sandwich itself between your juicy lips.
Hands gliding down your front, his fingers eagerly creep down past your hips to reach your cunt. They gently pull at your sweet lips, parting them in such a way that makes fire rise to your cheeks at the extreme exposure.
Finding your sensitive bundle of nerves, he suckles at it and alters to and from the circling of his tongue. He drives you quickly closer and closer towards that familiar climax through faint rippling waves.
As the pleasure builds, his finger rubs at your throbbing nub over and over while his tongue delves deeper, hungrily lapping at the sweet juices trickling from your walls. Grinding down against his face, his finger is replaced by his nose, nudging your pulsing bundle of nerves with every thrust.
Rusty smiles to himself watching your breasts bounce. He revels in his ability of making you contort and whine as he pushes you over that mind-numbing apex that has your body trembling with pleasure.
“Fuck!” you breath heavily rolling your hips along his face. “You like that huh? You like it when I sit on your face?”
He nods with dark devilish eyes, holding your hips aggressively to force them down.
“Don’t tap out quick on me, Rusty.”
You smirk almost evilly as you smother his nose and mouth with your pussy, forcing his wiggling tongue to fuck your soaking hole. Watching the veins on his temples throb, you chuckle as the weight suffocates him.
“Atta boy. Taking it like a champ for me. Can’t get enough of this pussy, can ya? Little more. Little more! You can take it!”
You giggle as his eyes begin to glaze with darkness and his hand finally taps your tummy, a silent request to breathe.
“Such a good boy for me, baby” you praise him as he pants breathlessly, reaching his hand down to stroke his stiff aching cock.
“No,” you order firmly with a contradicting smile. “You don’t get to control that pleasure. That’s my job.”
“Y-yes” he pants.
Rusty’s eyes never leave the sight of your pussy, even when you stand and remove yourself from your human seat.
With a nod of your head, you command him to scoot further down as you hand him one of the decorative pillows to place under his head. Your leg lifts again and you straddle him once more, only this time, you grant yourself the view of his dick as his mouth begins its work again.
Releasing his heavily hard and thick member, you push his sweat pants down and slide them off his legs with his help. The second your hand wraps around it, his hands squeeze your ass cheeks.
You press his leaking tip to your lips, pushing your spit onto his head. Judging from the precum, he doesn’t need much, but you like it when things get messy.
Rusty has to contain himself and refrain from combusting when he feels your mouth on his cock. The work you do with your mouth is incomparable and the reason he always tries to be ‘good’ for you – to get himself a blowjob that he’ll touch himself over the following months.
Although you love your husband very much and are more than content with his package, it’s undeniable that Rusty’s is far bigger in length and in girth.
You moan as you take him in deep with your finger and thumb at the base, his tip hitting the back of your throat with ease. As your head bobs up and down, your other hand moves lower to cup his balls and gingerly squeeze them.
One at a time, you’re careful to not apply too much pressure too soon. You work him up to that slowly until you’re able to tourniquet them with your fingers. You squeeze them, making them plump for punishment.
“Ready to be a good boy again, baby?”
He hums but you feel his head nod between your leg, drenched in the sticky slimy mess he’s made of your cunt.
“You’re not gonna cum, are you?” you smirk gently grazing your open palm over the delicate swollen sack.
He shakes his head eagerly.
You deliver the first slap. Not too hard; just enough to allow to prepare stronger ones. He groans as his body trembles underneath yours.
“Tell me how it feels, baby.”
“F-feels so fucking good!” he whimpers squeezing your ass as he braces for more blows.
The delicious pain overwhelms him enough to lose track of your pleasure, so you order him to get back to work and threaten to stop. You laugh at how quick he is to bury his face back into your sopping pussy.
After a few more and harder blows to his balls, separated by the bobbing of your head and stroking of his dick, he pushes you firmly with a firm slap to your ass.
“Gimme this fucking pussy,” he begs.
He doesn’t bother to wipe your juices off his face as you both stand. You can taste yourself when his lips desperately crash on you. Dipping his larger frame, he taps at your thighs as an unspoken invitation to jump.
His strong arms are quick to effortlessly lift you up until your legs are able to hug his hips. He guides you backwards and pins you to the panoramic wall of sturdy glass.
Using your hand, you align his cock to your entrance and him penetrate you with ease. You moan as you relish in the fullness and stretch of him inside you. He smirks to himself watching your mouth hang open in a daze.
“Let’s give my neighbors a show, baby.”
Disclaimer: Art is subjective, and I welcome opposing opinions.
My friends,
Why does it seem like so many of you hate Rusty? Of course, cheating is wrong. If "B" left him she'd have every right. As a husband, he's flawed. But you are all acting like he's a terrible person.
I'm going to make a comparison of the series depiction of Carolyn vs. the book depiction. If you don't wanna hear about the book (which is very different from the series), then now is the time to stop reading this...BTW I am not going to spoil the ending, I'm forcing myself to keep reading only to shared plot points, along with the series.
OK, first of all, I've already confessed to falling in love with every single one of Jake's characters (yeah, even That one! But I may be mixing up love and lust there lol)
Anyway, Rusty is so good to his kids. And in the book, Carolyn is much more sadistic and cruel to him. Rusty fell in love/became obsessed with her, and she was a completely sociopathic bitch to him, and to the other characters. There's one moment of cruelty to Rusty which makes me loathe her. She doesn't deserve what happened to her, but she's vile.
Guess it's obvious I find Rusty not guilty so far! Episode 8 will be interesting!
Rusty, though flawed as a husband, tries his best to make it work with "B", who by the way, cheats on Rusty, also.
And Rusty clearly adores his kids, and only wants the best for them.
So why all the Rusty hate? And I don't see him as pathetic. I see him as a victim of a sociopathic bitch (Carolyn) who enjoyed toying with him, and enjoyed hurting him, not just physically, but emotionally.
Anyway that's just my 2 cents.
So by the end of the day we'll know whodunit?
I hope we learn more details of what Rusty and Carolyn did. I mean, the really short flashbacks are hot, but I'm hoping for more!
I was thinking the same thing 😂🤣
This scene was hilarious. 😭
Tommy had said that Rusty had a charming face and personality, and then he asked Nico what it was that Carolyn saw in him. My reaction was the same because I'm like, babes, what didn't she see in him? I mean, an intelligent, sexy man who fucks like a god.
Wow, Episode 8 of Presumed Innocent was even better than I expected. I won't give any spoilers here, but the writing was brilliant, and everyone's acting was stellar. Jake was masterful, disappeared into Rusty, he made me cry, and this is now one of my favorite of Jake's characters. I was warned I'd need a box tissues, and I definitely did. Powerful finale.
*searches frantically for Rusty fanfics*
Rusty! ❤
Episode 1: Bases Loaded.
Jake Gyllenhaal as Rusty Sabich in Presumed Innocent.
BONUS:
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Someone on Twitter pointed out this continuity error on Presumed Innocent in which the color of the gloves that Rusty grabbed to enter Carolyn's house is blue and then they are white
and I said *laughing* Girl!!! ain't nobody looking at that continuity error 😭 Like, who cares when you are looking at Jake Gyllenhaal being fucking hot 🔥
My pussy is pulsing his name in morse code.
Rusty Sabich!
I just know everyone attracted to men on that building wanted to fuck him. Imagine running into Rusty in those hallways. I wouldn't be able to contain myself. I'm such a slut. I just know a lot of people were pressed when they found out he was having an affair, wishing that it was them, minus the murder part, of course.
Mmhmm...
I had some dirty thoughts during this scene just because of the way Rusty was moving his fingers and holding that glass.
primetime.
a/n: i hate rusty but he brings out my inner hoe byeeeee
pairing: rusty isabitch sabich x f!reader
summary: rusty is overwhelmed by the trial and sought you out to help him forget about his worries.
warning: 18+ ONLY. NSFW. smut, infidelity, c&b torture, suffocation, oral sex, p in v, facesitting, dom-ish reader??
Rusty’s pale blue gaze sweeps over your half-naked body as you come out of the shower, dressed in nothing but a silk black robe as he unpacks the Chinese take-out from the restaurant’s brown paper bag.
You thank him for receiving the takeout when the desk clerk brought it up to the apartment, smiling at the sight of his messy hair from the shower he took with you.
He smirks back at you and compliments the robe. Leaving half of the containers and sauces in the bag, he turns and pulls you by the hips.
Rusty relishes in the silky touch of your robe, reminded of the silky touch of your most intimate areas. You allow him to kiss you with his hands under the fabric, groping at your ass before gently pushing him back with the reminder that you’re hungry.
Sitting on your lavish couch, you mostly talk about the case he’s been stuck in ever since Carolyn’s death. Between bites and swigs from the brown beer bottle perched on the floor beside you, he confesses things and emotions to you that he feels he can’t confess to anyone.
His lingering love for Carolyn. The troubles in his marriage. The fear of hatred from his children. How jealous he secretly feels to know his wife kissed someone else.
Despite not having romantic feelings towards Rusty, you do consider him a friend. Some friends play golf, shoot hoops or pool. You and Rusty fuck.
It feels natural for you both. You met Rusty a bit after he began his affair with Carolyn through a dating app. The pair of you were looking for a good talk and fuck and although there were no strings attached on your behalf, Rusty decided to conceal his marriage by hiding hi wedding band.
When you found out the truth, you were livid at Rusty. Not for being married to someone that’s not you – you didn’t love him. You’re happily married to a man who treats you like a queen and is modern enough to have accept your open marriage.
What bothered you is that he didn’t tell you about it. Having sex with other people is only fine when all parties agree to it. He tried to argue that it was the same as your marriage, but you were quick to stomp out his bullshit.
That was when you told Rusty you had to end the relationship with him.
Looking out the panoramic windows of your high-rise apartment, he watches the city from above as you take the dirty empty dishes to the kitchen.
“Isn’t your husband coming home?”
“No. He’s in New York for the week.”
“Does he know you’re seeing me again?”
You pause and glance at him.
“Whatever happened to don’t ask, don’t tell?”
Rusty never liked talking about your husband. Deep down, he felt a little sting of jealousy in his chest. He was never really fond of sharing his toys, but he would never tell you that.
“Just curious as to how you guys make it work?”
“He knows, yes” you reply sitting back on the couch. “And he doesn’t like you.”
“How come he lets you still me?”
“Because choosing who I fuck is decided by me, not him.”
He smirks at your boldness, surprised as he tries to paint a mental image of you talking to your husband about the other guy you fuck.
“I guess that’s only fair” he nods.
“He just doesn’t want me to get into trouble. Your last mistress did end up dead, after all.”
Rusty’s head falls forward as he watches himself wring his hands. You didn’t think before sayin it and his reaction makes you realize how harsh it really sounds.
There’s a tug at your heartstrings that unbridles a guilt you didn’t even know you had inside.
“I’m sorry, Rusty. That came out a lot worse than-“
“It’s alright.”
You can’t tell it’s not. He’s not. Being reminded of Carolyn’s death and the way she was murdered is like a wet rag over a flame.
“I should get going,” Rusty moves to stand feeling like a guest who’s overstayed their welcome.
“No. Stay.”
Your plea comes with a hand on his arm. He looks at your gentle touch and watches it moves to his thigh, slowly caressing the thick muscle there.
“Stay with me, hm?” you whisper as his eyes meet yours.
Cautiously closing the space between you both, you place a tender kiss to his cheek. He closes his eyes, letting your affection melt his worries away. He knows he shouldn’t. It should feel wrong. But his head tilts to the side and meet your butterfly kisses with his lips.
Your legs sweep over his and you move to straddle his lap, quick to unzip his hoodie that shields his shirtless body. His large hands squeeze your thighs and ass here and there as they explore your body.
Your open palms frolic over his furry chest, indulging in the thick layer of dark hair that sends butterflies fluttering around his stomach. Already excited for what’s to come, heat bubbles in his core.
Kneading your ass, his thick fingers slip to your waist to untie the knot of the robe. You let it fall open, too mesmerized by his unyielding kisses on your neck as the silky fabric slides down your shoulders.
Rusty likes to think of your body as a magical map. He knows all the secrets to a world only he knows, filled with hidden paths to the extraordinary highs not even you knew how to unlock.
He knows how to make you come undone; he had made his personal mission to do so and you reciprocated with lust of the same intensity.
Your exposed sex presses against his hardened member. You can feel it as it twitches in his gray sweatpants when his hands capture your breast, squeezing at the soft flesh.
“Take this off.”
His eagerness doesn’t allow him to wait for you to slip your arms from the sleeves, so his hasty hands do the work for you. It forces him to pull away from your neck and cease his bruising mauling. He tosses the t-shirt to the ground; your bra follows and lands on top of it.
Heat pools in your depths like fire under a cauldron as fleeting kisses trail down your sternum and stop in the valley between your breast.
Gravely moans hum out from the back of his throat as he deeply inhales the delightful aroma left on your skin by your favorite body wash.
His hungry lips take their turns altering from one nipple to the other, latching and suckling at the hardening buttons. His restless tongue circles around each of them as he squeezes your breasts together as if he could swallow them both.
Your back arches into his touch which sends waves of pleasure straight to your core, especially when his teeth and growing 5 o’clock shadow scrap along your tender tits.
Skin burning feverishly, you moan his name over and over, telling him how good he’s making you feel. Your praises never fail to ignite something darker in him.
“Lemme taste you again” he breathes against your lips.
Arousal moistens your sex at his request, damp with your lust for him. You nod excitedly just thinking about how well he ate you out just a couple hours ago.
He lays down on the couch, stretching his tall frame along its length. With his legs being too long, he has to bend his knees to rest his soles on the cushion while you watch him adjust, waiting for the right moment to straddle his head.
Fully naked, he reaches for your thighs to pull you closer. You carefully settle your knees on either side of his head and remove the back cushion of his sofa to make room for your position.
Tucking your bare feet under his arms, he impatiently snakes his arms around your frame and grope at your breasts. Your hips lower and you finally take your seat on his face.
His tongue hungrily laps your drenched plushy lips, licking up every drop of your arousal. One of your hands combs through his dark hair while the other rests on the sofa’s arm, keeping you balanced.
Your hips slowly rock back and forth, hovering over his mouth just enough to let his tongue sandwich itself between your juicy lips.
Hands gliding down your front, his fingers eagerly creep down past your hips to reach your cunt. They gently pull at your sweet lips, parting them in such a way that makes fire rise to your cheeks at the extreme exposure.
Finding your sensitive bundle of nerves, he suckles at it and alters to and from the circling of his tongue. He drives you quickly closer and closer towards that familiar climax through faint rippling waves.
As the pleasure builds, his finger rubs at your throbbing nub over and over while his tongue delves deeper, hungrily lapping at the sweet juices trickling from your walls. Grinding down against his face, his finger is replaced by his nose, nudging your pulsing bundle of nerves with every thrust.
Rusty smiles to himself watching your breasts bounce. He revels in his ability of making you contort and whine as he pushes you over that mind-numbing apex that has your body trembling with pleasure.
“Fuck!” you breath heavily rolling your hips along his face. “You like that huh? You like it when I sit on your face?”
He nods with dark devilish eyes, holding your hips aggressively to force them down.
“Don’t tap out quick on me, Rusty.”
You smirk almost evilly as you smother his nose and mouth with your pussy, forcing his wiggling tongue to fuck your soaking hole. Watching the veins on his temples throb, you chuckle as the weight suffocates him.
“Atta boy. Taking it like a champ for me. Can’t get enough of this pussy, can ya? Little more. Little more! You can take it!”
You giggle as his eyes begin to glaze with darkness and his hand finally taps your tummy, a silent request to breathe.
“Such a good boy for me, baby” you praise him as he pants breathlessly, reaching his hand down to stroke his stiff aching cock.
“No,” you order firmly with a contradicting smile. “You don’t get to control that pleasure. That’s my job.”
“Y-yes” he pants.
Rusty’s eyes never leave the sight of your pussy, even when you stand and remove yourself from your human seat.
With a nod of your head, you command him to scoot further down as you hand him one of the decorative pillows to place under his head. Your leg lifts again and you straddle him once more, only this time, you grant yourself the view of his dick as his mouth begins its work again.
Releasing his heavily hard and thick member, you push his sweat pants down and slide them off his legs with his help. The second your hand wraps around it, his hands squeeze your ass cheeks.
You press his leaking tip to your lips, pushing your spit onto his head. Judging from the precum, he doesn’t need much, but you like it when things get messy.
Rusty has to contain himself and refrain from combusting when he feels your mouth on his cock. The work you do with your mouth is incomparable and the reason he always tries to be ‘good’ for you – to get himself a blowjob that he’ll touch himself over the following months.
Although you love your husband very much and are more than content with his package, it’s undeniable that Rusty’s is far bigger in length and in girth.
You moan as you take him in deep with your finger and thumb at the base, his tip hitting the back of your throat with ease. As your head bobs up and down, your other hand moves lower to cup his balls and gingerly squeeze them.
One at a time, you’re careful to not apply too much pressure too soon. You work him up to that slowly until you’re able to tourniquet them with your fingers. You squeeze them, making them plump for punishment.
“Ready to be a good boy again, baby?”
He hums but you feel his head nod between your leg, drenched in the sticky slimy mess he’s made of your cunt.
“You’re not gonna cum, are you?” you smirk gently grazing your open palm over the delicate swollen sack.
He shakes his head eagerly.
You deliver the first slap. Not too hard; just enough to allow to prepare stronger ones. He groans as his body trembles underneath yours.
“Tell me how it feels, baby.”
“F-feels so fucking good!” he whimpers squeezing your ass as he braces for more blows.
The delicious pain overwhelms him enough to lose track of your pleasure, so you order him to get back to work and threaten to stop. You laugh at how quick he is to bury his face back into your sopping pussy.
After a few more and harder blows to his balls, separated by the bobbing of your head and stroking of his dick, he pushes you firmly with a firm slap to your ass.
“Gimme this fucking pussy,” he begs.
He doesn’t bother to wipe your juices off his face as you both stand. You can taste yourself when his lips desperately crash on you. Dipping his larger frame, he taps at your thighs as an unspoken invitation to jump.
His strong arms are quick to effortlessly lift you up until your legs are able to hug his hips. He guides you backwards and pins you to the panoramic wall of sturdy glass.
Using your hand, you align his cock to your entrance and him penetrate you with ease. You moan as you relish in the fullness and stretch of him inside you. He smirks to himself watching your mouth hang open in a daze.
“Let’s give my neighbors a show, baby.”
I don't know why I found this scene where Rusty cleans the car so hot. Okay, maybe it's how he uses his hands and how he puts his fingers in the steering wheel. I just know that car was as happy as the Titane car.
Rusty would inspire me to learn how to swim because if I knew that this sexy as fuck man went to that pool regularly, I would spend all my time there, and I would wear the smallest swimsuit in history. He needs a new mistress, and I would let him fuck me in the changing rooms.
I totally understand Carolyn because I would also like to breathe heavily with Rusty Sabich.
It drives me crazy the way he softly pressed his nose against her back; that was so fucking hot.
Eugenia was jealous. She wanted Rusty in the worst way (can you blame her?)🔥
This scene was so fucking hot they really couldn't keep their hands off each other. Also, I was surprised that no one else but Eugenia found out about the affair.
I wouldn't hesitate for a second....
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Rusty and Carolyn having sex in the office was so risky but steamy as fuck they were insane for this.
One difference between the book and the series is that in the book it is so clear to me how Carolyn was just using Rusty, and she purposely messed with his mind. She didn't give a flying fuck who got hurt.
I felt so sorry for him, too. Look at that face! His eyes...
This scene of Rusty remembering when Carolyn broke up with him was so sad I really felt sorry for him, poor baby.
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Rusty's predisposition to have his hands behind his back is so hot, almost as if he is used to having them like that. You know, just like a man who loves wearing handcuffs or being tied up with rope.
I still felt so bad for him though!
Well, Well, Well, If It Isn't The Consequences Of His Own Actions
Rusty looked hot even when he was arrested. I am grateful for his commitment to serve.
