Keeping Her Wet: A Novella

by M. Robinson

  Throbbing.

  Her breathing started to elevate, getting heavier and heavier, causing her breasts to move upward every few seconds. Pushing them further into my mouth.

  “Jasmine. I’ll call you Jasmine,” I declared, giving her a pet name that was part of the Disney franchise, like I had with Brooke who I’d lovingly named Bambi.

  Speaking of the devil, I could feel her burning daggers into the sides of my face, and I resisted the urge to blurt out, “I thought you wanted to play?”

  I went on, gradually kissing, licking, and sucking my way down her body. Making sure to touch and caress every last inch of her beautiful, brazen skin.

  “Spread your legs, Jasmine,” I ordered, in a soft tone.

  She did as she was told, allowing my stocky frame to lie in between her thighs. I moved forward, causing her to move backward until she was fully lying down against our silk bed sheets. Her pussy straddled my thigh, and I immediately felt the moisture that had been pooling on her pussy, seeping through my jeans. She loudly gasped the second I lightly moved my thigh forward and backward on her clit. I did it a few times, getting rougher with the movement, spreading her juices up and down my leg.

  My mouth moved in line with hers as she panted profusely. I started to trace her bottom lip with the tip of my tongue, following suit with the top. Softly pecking her lips to provoke a reaction.

  Not from her.

  From Brooke.

  Jasmine understood my silent plea and opened her mouth. I didn’t waver, plunging my tongue in, causing her to seek mine out.

  “Please…” she purred against my lips. My mouth moved of its own accord until I got to her pussy. I could see she was fucking throbbing, craving for relief. She suppressed the urge to touch herself, her dainty fingers twitching at the sheets.

  “I’m going to eat you now,” I murmured against her wet heat, rubbing my nose up and down her clit, feeling the small bumps rising on her skin against my face. “I bet you fucking taste as good as you smell, sweetheart.”

  I nudged her clit with my nose one last time, casually kissing it. She moaned loudly, not taking her eyes off me. Wanting to watch my every move. I licked her from her opening to the top of her clit, sucking it in my mouth. Moving the soft nub back and forth and side-to-side, bringing my lips to an O shape, working her over. Getting her closer to the edge.

  My fingers caressed her pussy, circling around her clit before thrusting into her tight opening. Her back arched off the bed, willing me to suck on her clit with more force as I manipulated the tip of my tongue to be in sync with my lips. Sucking and finger fucking her until she was moaning senselessly.

  My stare purposely moved toward Brooke as Jasmine started coming apart on my tongue and against my fingers. We locked eyes for the first time since I took off Jasmine’s clothes.

  The look of pure jealousy radiated all around her, nothing of what she thought she would feel when she planned this little fucking fiasco.

  I hated that I was hurting her.

  But I needed to prove a point. I was getting too old for this fucking bullshit.

  I wanted…

  Needed…

  Desired…

  Only Brooke.

  My Bambi.

  I casually glided my way over to Brooke, staring her down as I crawled toward her. Leaving Jasmine to recover from her intense orgasm I’d just evoked. I backed Brooke onto the bed until her back hit the mattress, locking my arms around her head. Hovering above her in a predatory yet pissed off regard.

  “Is this enough playtime for you?” I viciously spoke, kissing along her lips. Making her smell and taste Jasmine all along my face and mouth. “Do you want me to fuck her now? You tell me, Bambi… I’m just playing your game, remember?”

  <>Brooke<>

  I didn’t pay any attention to what he was saying. I couldn’t. I wanted him too much, just like he’s always wanted me. I don’t know why it took me to this point to understand what he meant by only wanting to be with me. If this was another place, another time, another man, then maybe it would have been different. I just wasn’t this person anymore. We weren’t this couple.

  He was mine.

  Only mine.

  “I’m sorry,” I breathed out, kissing him back. Hoping he would forgive me.

  “What are you sorry for?” he repeated the same question as before.

  “I’m sorry for making you feel like I wasn’t good enough. I’m sorry for not trusting you. I’m sorry for trying to fix something that’s never been broken. I’m just fucking sorry,” I apologized, trying to hold back the tears.

  He grinned, kissing my senseless. “I fucking love you. Just you.”

  “I know,” I whispered, my voice breaking.

  “Shhh… let me take care of you.”

  He looked over at Jasmine. “Go!” he ordered, she smirked, looking back and forth between us. A gleam in her eyes like she was witnessing something she’d never experienced before.

  She grabbed her clothes off the floor and left.

  “Come on,” he ordered, standing and taking me with him.

  He led me to the en suite bathroom, holding my hand the entire way. He turned on the faucets of the shower before stripping out of his clothes, disposing them on the floor. Grabbing my hand again, he stepped into our walk-in shower first. Shoving me up against the travertine wall with the rainfall showerheads cascading down all around us.

  It was then I realized why he brought us in the shower. He wanted to wash off her scent and smell that lingered on his skin.

  I couldn’t love him more in that moment if I tried.

  <>Devon<>

  “I love you,” I repeated, kissing all along her face. The water drowned every last inch of our skin as if we were having sex under a waterfall.

  I kissed my way down the side of her neck like I knew she loved, working my fingers on her clit. Kissing her collarbone, her breasts, sucking her nipples into my mouth.

  She swayed her hips against my fingers, riding them, guiding them to grind against her clit. I pushed two fingers inside her pussy, still using the palm of my hand to rub her bundle of nerves.

  “Your pussy feels so fucking tight. Come on my hand, give me what belongs to me.”

  Arching her back, her eyes rolled to the back of her head. I didn’t let up, moving my fingers so fast, so deep inside her, wanting her to squirt down my hand. The sloshing sound of her come filled the space as I roughly finger fucked her, making her come undone in minutes.

  Squirting over and over again.

  I still didn’t stop until she screamed out my fucking name. Her body shook, trembled, and quivered, barely being able to hold herself up. I gripped onto her thighs, carrying her up to straddle my waist, pushing her back harder into the wall.

  “You want my cock? Then fucking beg for it,” I demanded in a husky tone, positioning myself at her entrance.

  “God, yes… please… yes…”

  I pushed the tip in and rocked it back and forth. Popping it in and out, teasing her. It was the only game I loved to fucking play.

  “Please…”

  I forcefully pushed my dick all the way in, and she cried out in ecstasy. Immediately wrapping her arms around my neck, I gripped her ass firmer and more demanding. Making her bounce on my cock, her tits bouncing in my face. Her pants and moans ricocheted off the tiled wall.

  I could feel her pussy constricting on my cock, pulsating, aching. I reached down, manipulating her clit, making her go fucking insane with need.

  “Fuck yes… yes, baby…just like that. Come on my cock that belongs to you. Keep… fucking me. I’m going to come with you.”

  She clung to my dick as I felt her warm juices spread down my shaft. I plunged into her one last time and came just as hard.

  Releasing her, getting right down to my knees so that she could squirt on my fucking face.

  Claiming me.

  <>James<>

  I left the schoolgirl uniform on our bed and made my way back int
o my office, shutting the door behind me. Waiting for her. It was our anniversary, and I wanted to celebrate it my way. I had always been a kinky bastard, and being with Gianna only brought out the best in me.

  I tried to keep busy, looking over paperwork while I waited. Failing miserably at distracting myself from my throbbing cock in my slacks. Checking my watch every few minutes, I anxiously awaited her arrival. It wouldn’t be much longer now. She was due home any minute. If there was one thing Gianna knew I hated, it was to be kept waiting.

  Even for her.

  The sound of the garage door rumbled through the narrow hallways of our home, traveling into my office seconds later. I grinned, picturing her pretty little face when she read the note I had left taped to the interior garage door. Ordering her on what she needed to do next, knowing all she ever wanted was to appease me. Especially with my distorted fantasies, my cock ached just thinking about the game we were about to play.

  I leaned back into my leather chair, rubbing my index and middle finger back and forth over my lower lip. Still tasting her from this morning. I could spend all day in between her legs, and trust me…

  I fucking had.

  A half-an-hour later, I heard her footsteps coming down the hallway, one right after the other. I put my glasses back on. Fixing my suit jacket and tie, looking every bit the part I was about to act. I picked up my pen and peered back down at my paperwork as the door opened, trying to hide the smile and the thrill of what was to come.

  “This is so fucked up, even for you, James,” Gianna chuckled, the amusement flowing through her words.

  “It’s Mr. Nichols, Miss Edwards,” I corrected in a stern tone, glancing up over the rims of my glasses.

  She smiled, cocking her head to the side. “Miss Edwards, is it?”

  My greedy glare went from her black baby doll shoes to her white stockings that came up past her knees, to the short, pleated schoolgirl skirt. I just knew her pussy was bare underneath. She had suspenders holding up her skirt, and a white collared shirt that was tied in a knot high above her petite waist, showing off her toned stomach and slender hips. The first few buttons were undone, faintly exposing her bright, pink, lacy bra underneath and ample fucking cleavage fully on display. Her freshly showered hair was pulled up in pigtails with pink bows to finish off her schoolgirl attire. She smelled so fucking edible.

  My cock twitched at the sight of her.

  “Mr. Nichols, my teacher said you wanted to see me,” she informed, breaking the silence between us. Knowing exactly the role I wanted her to play in my perverted fantasy.

  I nodded to the makeshift desk I placed in front of mine, ordering her to take a seat. She placed her hands behind her back like a little girl, practically skipping her way across the room to sit down. Her skirt bouncing with each jump, allowing her perfect, luscious ass cheeks to peek out the bottom.

  “Have I been a bad girl?” she asked in an innocent tone, batting her lashes at me, sensually biting her index finger once she sat down.

  “On so many levels,” I simply stated, leaning back in my chair again. Taking the ruler with me.

  Her eyes widened, dark and dilated.

  “Rumor has it, Miss Edwards, that you’ve been talking back to your teachers again and not following directions when ordered to do so numerous times. We’ve spoken about your attitude adjustment before. You got down on your knees and promised me that it would no longer be a problem,” I said, slapping the ruler against the palm of my hand in a calculated rhythm, waiting for her to respond.

  She bit the nail on her thumb, contemplating what she was going to say.

  “What explanation do you have for yourself now, young lady?”

  “Well…” She shrugged. “I’m just not very good at following orders, Mr. Nichols. I try to be a good girl, I really do, but it’s just so hard,” she emphasized, accentuating the last word. Giving me a devilish smile. “Besides, it’s so much more fun to be the bad one,” she added, spreading her legs. Proving to me that I was fucking right.

  She wasn’t wearing any goddamn panties.

  I nodded. “I see.” Allowing my eyes to roam over her perfect, pink cunt on display underneath the table, before bringing my eyes back up to meet hers. “Did you forget something this morning?”

  She shook her head, acting coy. “I don’t think so.”

  I snapped the wooden ruler hard against my desk, making her jump from the sudden smack. “Your panties, Miss Edwards.”

  “Oh… I thought I felt something wet. I guess I seemed to have misplaced them.”

  I stood, slowly rounding my desk. Leaning against the edge. Crossing one leg over the other, I pulled her panties out of the pocket of my slacks, bringing them up to my face and inhaled hard. “Hmmm…” I groaned. “Do these look familiar, Miss Edwards? I found them in my mailbox this morning. I think you wanted me to call you into my office, am I warm?”

  She nodded. “More like hot.”

  “Do you know what happens to little girls who misbehave in school?”

  “No, but I’m sure you’re going to show me. Do your worst, Mr. Nichols.”

  “Did you just mouth off to me?”

  “I—”

  “Stand up,” I demanded in a harsh tone. “NOW!”

  She jolted again. Standing to her feet, almost knocking over her chair.

  “Come to me.”

  She swallowed hard, stepping out in front of her desk.

  “Crawl,” I interrupted, and her eyes gleamed.

  She slowly fell down to her knees. Her tits practically falling out of her top as she leaned forward, provocatively crawling her way to me. Only stopping when her face was inches away from my cock.

  “Do you have something for me?” she purred, sitting back on her heels and looking up at me through her lashes with an expression that made my balls ache to fuck her mouth.

  I crouched down to her level, immediately grabbing ahold of her face with one hand. Causing her mouth to open from the sudden grip along her cheeks. I roughly shoved her panties into her mouth, watching her fucking gag on them. I didn’t hesitate, pulling her up by the hair at the nook of her neck, placing her heated body over my lap. Her torso straddled my thighs, making her ass stick straight up in the air.

  “Look what we have here,” I rasped, inspecting the butt plug this minx had put inside of her asshole. “You little fucking whore.” I pulled the panties out from her mouth, shoving her head down onto the desk, and locking her in place. Causing her ass to stick out further in front of my face, getting her nice and ready for her fucking punishment.

  “Mr. Nichols, I’m sor—”

  “Count, Miss Edwards. Loud!”

  She didn’t oblige.

  “NOW!”

  She shuddered, murmuring, “One.”

  Whack! I slammed the wooden ruler down on her bare ass cheek, hard. Her body lurched forward.

  “What part of loud did you not understand?!”

  “Two!”

  Whack!

  “Three!”

  Whack!

  “Four!”

  Whack, whack, whack!

  “Fi…v…e!”

  Whack!

  And I didn’t stop until her ass was bright red and fucking swollen.

  <>Gianna<>

  I took my punishment like the good little girl he wanted me to be. My pussy got wetter and wetter to the point it was dripping down my legs with each slap of his wrist with the ruler against my ass cheeks.

  “Good girl,” he praised in a husky tone I was more than familiar with when he was done.

  I leaned into each and every touch as his callused fingers massaged my swollen flesh. I whimpered in pain when he made me stand at the edge of the desk, pushing my head back down onto the hardwood. Not thinking my punishment was enough. I knew better than to disobey him, he would spank my ass raw, more than he already had, like he had done countless times before.

  His rough hands caressed down my back while he lowered himself down my legs, penetra
ting my muscles with his simple yet urgent touch. When his mouth reached my calves, he leaned forward, placing kisses down the crevice of my ass. Kneading my cheeks for a few moments, I got lost in the sensations only he could ever create within me.

  He spread me open, taking hold of the small glass butt plug, twisting it inside me, pulling it in and out, fucking me with it. Taking the tip and swirling it around my opening as he placed more kisses over the rising welts from the ruler.

  “Stick your tongue out, Miss Edwards. I want you to taste yourself,” he whispered near my ear, placing the plug in my mouth. “Now lick it fucking clean.”

  I placed my lips around the warm glass, sucking it in, using my tongue to lap up all my juices. Sucking it like I would his cock, pleasing him.

  “You’re such a dirty little whore,” he roared, lightly licking the pucker of my asshole as I continued sucking the plug in and out of my mouth. Now realizing why he wanted me freshly showered in his instructions. I tried to push myself off the cold surface, but he spanked my ass and pushed me forward yet again.

  “Don’t fucking move,” he ordered, pinning my hips down where he wanted them.

  He continued to lick from my asshole to my opening, rubbing my pussy with the palm of his hand, placing it over my clit. Tortuously making delicious circles around my bundle of nerves.

  I shamelessly moaned.

  What started off tender, became rough and hard. Every time I tried to rotate my hips into his hand, he slapped my sensitive ass with an open palm. Making sure that he was still the one in control.

  James was always in control.

  Of me.

  Of him.

  Of everything.

  He spread my cheeks, sinking his tongue into my asshole as far as it could go, pushing in and out. Fucking my most sacred area with nothing but his warm tongue, making me go crazy with need and desire for him. He growled, loud and hard. Pushing what felt like his middle and ring fingers into my pussy, finger fucking me into submission.