by Sarah Daltry
Her pussy is so tight and as perfect as I imagined it would be. I breathe in the strawberry scent of her as I thrust, rough and desperate. It’s not sweet and it’s not the way I would have wanted it to be with Lily, but I need her so bad.
I look up from burying my face in her neck and her eyes meet mine. She smiles.
“Who’s the princess now?”
Oh, Lord. I can’t stop myself and I know I’m being rough with her. It’s probably terrifying to her, but I can’t get deep enough, can’t get close enough to her. Every thrust is better than the last and I’m losing my mind. I’ve fucked other girls, but I have never felt so overwhelmed by being with someone. She makes the softest noises, like small purrs and sighs, and every sound sends a pulsing shock through me. The orgasm is fucking insane when it comes and I pull out, letting go all over the nasty alleyway pavement. I feel both ecstatic and ashamed. She didn’t even come. For all my big talk and teasing, I came before I could please her.
I want her again immediately, but I don’t know if she’ll ever look at me again. Just having touched her has given me an entirely new hunger. I try to catch my breath. I don’t want to go back. I don’t want this to be it.
There’s no right way to approach this. If I invite her back to my room, she might panic when she realizes what we just did. If we stay here, the moment might be lost. I hope she can’t see how much I’m shaking right now.
“Do you want another drink or do you wanna head back?” I ask her.
She smiles as I button my pants and she rests her hand on my hip. “Can I stay with you tonight?”
I sigh, the shaking getting worse. She deserves to be warned. “I’m going to fuck you hard all night if you do.”
“That was the plan,” she replies, and they are the most beautiful words I have ever heard. I can’t get to my bike fast enough and the entire ride is full of anxiety. I won’t be happy until we’re in my room and she is naked underneath me. There are still so many things that could go wrong, but I try not to think about them.
I lose myself in the smell of strawberries, now more intoxicating than ever.
Chapter 10
The walk back from the parking lot is agonizing. I am so fucking hard and Lily walks a foot in front of me, her ass gorgeous as she moves. I cannot wait to have her pants off, to bury myself deep inside her, to lose myself against her strawberry hair. I want to make her come, since she didn’t in the alley. It’s unacceptable and I won’t be satisfied until she screams my name tonight.
When we make it to the lobby, we have to wait for the elevator and she won’t even look at me. She’s breathing fast and her breasts rise and fall in a way that makes me even more impatient. I take her hand when we make if off the elevator and lead her to my room. Shutting the door behind me, I rush her, dropping her shirt and pants to the floor within seconds.
She is simply stunning. She looks at me, nervous and yet ready. I undress, my hands shaking because I can’t get to her fast enough. She falls to her knees to suck my dick, but I lift her back to her feet. I’m going to make this sweet little princess cry my name as I give her the best orgasm she’s ever had.
“I don’t want your mouth. I want your cunt,” I tell her and I push her face first onto the bed. I reach between her legs and play with her pussy. Her legs tighten and she tries to pull me in deeper. I don’t want to wait, but I also want her to come back for more. I move against her, still finger fucking her, and I rest my cock against her ass. The tip of it brushes her wetness as I slide my fingers out and she moans.
“Beg me for it, princess. Beg for my cock,” I say in her ear, pulling her hair to the side.
I back away and she gasps.
“Please.”
“Scream it,” I instruct her as I turn on some music.
She slips her own fingers in and out of her pussy. I can see the wetness on them as she pulls them out and I need it. I need to feel her warmth around me. I need to kiss those beautiful, soft tits. I need to have this girl do everything I’ve dreamed of her doing, but I love that she keeps saying my name and begging. She moves her other hand to her breasts and flicks the nipples, her eyes rolling back in her head as she continues to call out, “Jack.”
“I can’t hear you,” I tease, my cock ready to pop.
“Jack, fuck me. Fuck me so hard I forget what I’m doing.” The request echoes through the room and probably down the hall.
“Oh, fuck, princess. Yes.”
I flip her over and push her face down against the bed again, while she still stands against it. It’s only a moment before my cock is enveloped by the heat of her pussy. I can feel her starting to come. Maybe she isn’t the good girl I thought she was, but oh fuck, she is good. I pull on her hair and it’s rough and dirty and so fucking amazing. I definitely love this girl. I push harder into her until she can barely stand up.
After she comes, I turn her around and stare into her eyes.
“You’re not such a sweet, innocent princess, are you? No. You’re my dirty little whore.”
“I am. Fuck me again,” she asks, just as I’d hoped.
I move her to my desk, clearing the top, and I run my fingers over her clit. Her hand goes for my cock and she strokes me, slowly at first, but picking up the pace as I slide my fingers into her. There is no way I can just do this, so I spread her legs to get inside of her. I want her to love every second of it.
I slide the head of my cock in, just to see if she’ll say no, and I tease her with it. She says nothing, but her eyes move down to where I’m slipping into her. She smiles and I play with her clit again, until she digs her fingernails into my back and screams my name louder than before.
“Fuck me, Jack. Fuck me! Please, oh, please, fuck me so hard!”
Perfect.
I shove all the way inside and her orgasm is instantaneous. She clutches at my ass and I bite down on her shoulder, smelling strawberries and feeling her tight, hot cunt wrapped around me. She just keeps crying my name and I can’t hold back anymore. I come inside of her and rock her on my desk as the feelings slow. Suddenly, it’s over and I step away, scared to say anything.
She looks down at the floor, where I’ve left quite the mess, but she doesn’t speak. What’s the next step with a girl like this? Do I cuddle her? Send her away? Beg her to come back tomorrow? What if she’s still drunk? Why am I so terrified that I’ll never get to touch her like that again?
I clean up and suggest we get some sleep. I don’t know the etiquette for these kinds of things. Normally, it’s Alana or some girl I have no intention of seeing again. I don’t know how to get Lily to come back.
“Are you busy tomorrow?” I figure it will help me feel it out, to see if she’s interested in more. I know I can’t be her boyfriend, but tonight was fucking phenomenal and I believe she loved it. That’s got to be enough, right?
“It’s my birthday,” she says about seeing me again. It’s a strange comment and I don’t know what to say. Am I supposed to take her out on a date?
I offer to help her enjoy it after classes and work. She smiles. “I’m sure you have something in mind?”
I touch her breasts, her naked body amazing. “It’ll be a happy birthday indeed,” I promise her. If there is one thing I can guarantee her, it’s that I can make her come. I know I’ve had a lot of practice and tonight was just the start. With preparation, I’ll have more control with her.
She dresses, but we don’t talk again. After she’s gone, I sit on my bed and finally breathe out. The whole room smells like her and I can almost still feel her cunt wrapped around me.
****
Work is unbearable. I just want to get to Lily, to celebrate her birthday, to feel her against me. Instead, I have to deal with a mob of dickheads who decided today was the day they wanted to check out the local restaurant scene. Although I don’t recognize them from school, I can almost guarantee they’re in my classes. Or some assholes just like them are. Poor Sandee is stuck working another double and she’s been on
her feet since five this morning. Of course, that’s just opportunity for these fuckers.
“Move your ass. I’m not paying for you to take your time,” one says to her after she takes their order. It’s unnecessary as the size of the café is approximately that of two dorm rooms and they’re the only customers other than an old dude reading the paper. If it wouldn’t fuck over Sandee, I would take a two-hour break before making their stupid food. As it is, I debate how best to fuck with their meals.
She comes into the kitchen and she’s near tears. I know it’s not just the assholes, but we don’t have much time to talk about it. Still, it drives me to near blinding fury and I throw their burger buns against the wall.
“All you’re doing is squishing the bread,” she laughs. “And the bread did nothing to you.”
“I fucking hate people like that.”
“I know, sweetie, but they’re just hateful. Nothing to be done.”
I flip the burgers and spit on two of them. She just shakes her head.
“What’s wrong, anyway?” I ask.
“It’s nothing. The school is just giving me a hard time again.”
“Your son?”
She nods. “Isn’t it their job to figure out a way to make sure he’s not getting picked on? What am I supposed to do?”
I sigh. By the time I really had to deal with this shit, I was in high school. But it still hurt and I still remember coming home several times and wanting to die. I worry about Sandee and her kid. If it’s starting now, what does that mean for later?
“Like you said, they’re hateful. The way they are now? They’ll be those assholes out there in a few years.”
“I know,” she says. “It’s just tough, you know? He doesn’t understand. I can’t explain to him why people are so mean.”
“Hell, Sandee, neither can I. And I’m supposed to be all grown up.”
The order is up and she doesn’t need more harassment from the table, so I drop the buns on the floor first and then finish putting the burgers together. Fuck those guys. They eat fast and, of course, leave her a two-dollar tip on a seventy-dollar tab. Because some people are just not human.
I don’t get a chance to talk to Sandee again before my shift is over and I debate. Should I stay and talk to her, or should I head back for Lily? I’m torn, but I realize Sandee would tell me to go for the girl. She’d probably be thrilled for me. However, I still feel bad and I promise myself I’ll make it up to her somehow soon.
When I get back to the dorm, I shower quickly. I’ve been antsy all day. There’s been a strange vibrating nervousness forming and it gets worse every second I get closer to seeing Strawberries. It’s such a delusional hope, this feeling that by next week she’ll even be talking to me, but I ignore the constant warnings. I just want to lose myself in her taste.
I go to her room and try not to laugh at how pink it is. Then I see her roommate sitting on the pinkest bed I’ve ever seen and I see Lily’s black and white one. My little strawberry princess has no more decorating style than I do. Nice. Another assumption broken. She doesn’t say a word, just pushes me back out into the hall, closing the door behind her.
I run my eyes along her body. She looks gorgeous. Her hair is down and she’s wearing an incredibly tight sweater and the smallest skirt I think she could get away with owning. I still don’t know what kind of date I’m supposed to have planned, but seeing her like this makes me forget everything except what it felt like to be inside her. I don’t think I can go anywhere. I don’t even think I can walk.
“Did you want to go out or do you have something else in mind?” I ask her. It’s her birthday; she should get to do what she wants to do.
“We could stay in,” she replies. “Unless you don’t-”
I stop her there. “Oh, I do. I certainly do.” That is all I want right now and I bring her back to my room.
Lily sits on my bed, crossing and uncrossing her legs. I can feel the anxiety emanating from her. She opens her mouth a few times to say something, but reconsiders and shuts it again each time. Her eyes move over my crotch and I realize she wants to request something, but is afraid to ask me.
“Princess, there is nothing you can say that will shock me – and there is nothing I would not do with that sweet cunt.”
She sighs and admits that she’s not sure what she wants. Hell, it’s her birthday; I have several ideas. “How about you let me surprise you?”
Since she’s up for it, I open my drawer and debate. I know I want her. I want to own her. Not in a patriarchal controlling way, but I want her at my mercy. I want to make her mine and make every nerve ending succumb to my desire. It’s not always my way sexually, but the idea of having her give in to me entirely, of letting me dictate her pleasure, gets me so hot that I almost come before I even move.
I take out handcuffs and a scarf, along with my favorite – a ball gag I’ve never used with anyone. I love the idea of having the sounds of her pleasure stifled so that only I know how much she enjoys it. Like it’s our dirty little secret.
I turn around, the toys in hand, and Lily’s eyes grow wide. She lets out a deep sigh and uncrosses her legs again, showing her agreement. I run my hands along her arms before flipping her over and cuffing her to the bed. Once the gag is in place, I tease her by dancing my fingertips down her back and ass.
“I’m going to enjoy making you scream and being the only one who knows how much you like it,” I whisper in her ear. I slide the teeny tiny skirt up to her waist and I’m greeted by her soft naked ass and cunt. “No panties. Oh Christ, you are amazing.” This girl is surprising; I would never have guessed she was the type to be this willing.
After she’s blindfolded, I slip my fingers into her. She bucks wildly under my touch and the soaking pleasure spills down my wrist, onto the bed. She comes with just my fingers inside her and I’m not even trying. Holy hell, she blows my mind. I both love her and want to do things to her that are so dirty that I feel slightly guilty for even picturing them. I rest my body against hers and touch her cunt just slightly with my cock. Nibbling her earlobe, I pause, and then force myself all the way into her while she jerks upward against me.
“Scream for me, baby,” I tell her and it’s awesome, because she can’t. I can tell she wants to and she’s fighting the handcuffs and gag. “You have the wettest, hottest pussy I have ever had. You’re all mine, you little slut.”
Maybe I shouldn’t talk to her like this, but she tightens around my cock even more when I do. Although she’s jerking all around, it’s not out of pain or agony. I can’t believe how much she’s getting into this. I had this idea of her being so innocent, so pure, yet she is wilder than any girl I’ve ever met.
“Come for me,” I beg and slap her hard on the ass. She meets my thrusts and I don’t know how long I can hold on. I try to think about anything else, anything to keep this from ending. I hold her down against the mattress, pushing on her shoulder with my palm. I feel her orgasm several times, her body making the tiniest shudders underneath me. She’s almost in tears, but her hips are not stopping. Eventually, it’s just impossible to ignore how good she feels. I close my eyes and forget everything but the feeling of sliding in and out of her. I don’t think I will ever feel this good again.
I pull out and come across her ass, collapsing against her and reaching up to uncuff her. When she’s free, she rolls over and I run my hands along her body before taking off the blindfold. As soon as I see her eyes, I’m ready to go. She looks so sweet with her wet eyes, both nervous and yet desperate for more.
I stroke myself until I’m hard enough and then I take out the gag. I want to feel those lips on me. She takes so much of me down her throat and I could easily come like this. Holding her down, I fuck her mouth. She moans as her tongue swirls around my cock and I love it, but I want to hear her scream my name so I break free of the insane pleasure of her lips.
Lifting her legs up, I watch her face as I enter her. She gasps as I slide all the way in, and her eyes
are on fire. I kiss her neck and chest and feel her body twitching. I love how easily I can make her come; it feels like I finally do something right.
“Say my name,” I plead.
She screams it, a loud, guttural scream, and we fuck like there’s nothing but each other. She’s not even moving anymore. Her body is shaking under me and her mouth is quivering. I want to bite down on her lip, to be fully in control of her, and to be able to fuck her endlessly. Sooner or later, though, I have to come, and I do. I clean myself off and turn back to her on the bed.
Something changes in her expression. We just had the best sex of my life, and obviously of hers, but she closes herself off to me as I look at her. I don’t know what’s going through her head, but it reminds me of what this is. I’m the kind of guy girls like her fuck when they want to be “bad,” but I’m not a person to her. She will never care about me. Her eyes are wary and I try to pretend it doesn’t bother me.
“Princess, I’m exhausted. Are you planning to stay the night?” I ask, trying to hold back any emotion.
Although there is nothing I want more than to hold her right now, she looks like she wants to run away. She’s probably regretting what just happened, which makes me regret it. I thought we were having fun. I thought she liked it. I mean, she definitely liked it, but I hate seeing the guilt in her eyes now that it’s done. She’ll despise me in the morning.
She says nothing, so I try again. “You can stay if you want, although I do have to work early in the morning.”
“Yeah, I’m going out for dinner with my parents,” she replies, as if that is relevant or even an answer. I don’t know how to respond and she adds, “I should probably not be… distracted tomorrow.”
I move back to her, tentatively, and run my hands across her thighs. I don’t want this to end yet. I press down on her clit with my thumb, just to remind her that her body is completely okay with what we’ve done these past two nights, and to convince her that she wants more. She lets out a soft moan and bites her lip.
