by D Scott
She bites her lip and nods.
Damn, this girl is going to be the death of me and she doesn’t even realize it.
“How was the shower? You find everything you need?”
Her eyes light up as she nods enthusiastically. “Oh my gosh, yes. It was amazing — I had to pry myself out before I used up all your hot water.”
She closes her eyes and I watch her chest rise and fall as she lets out a moan that has me holding onto the couch in a death grip.
“Glad you enjoyed it.”
Her eyes are bright when she reopens them, matching her smile.
So fucking cute.
“Ready for some cake?”
“Mmm definitely,” she licks her lips and rubs her hands together.
I lift up off the couch and follow her over to the kitchen island. I grab a couple forks and napkins while she pulls the boxes from the bag and opens them. She peers down at both morsels like they’re science experiments or some shit before taking a swipe of one with her fingers. She pops two fingers in her mouth to lick off the chocolate frosting and I almost cum in my fucking shorts. She licks her fingers innocently and my rod jerks in jealousy.
When she lets out another moan I walk in behind her, reaching around I grab her wrist and pull her fingers from between her lips. She turns to look back at me with her lips parted and her eyes wide but I don’t try to hide the heat in mine as I look down at her. I watch as her dark brown orbs glaze over with arousal. I press my hips forwards, letting her feel my hard on and she gasps.
We stare at each other heatedly until I break the spell.
“Guess that piece is yours then.” My voice is deep with lust but I don’t give a flying you-know-what. She has me so worked up it’s a miracle I haven’t pushed my way inside her yet.
Her mouth is still open as she nods.
“Okay,” she whispers after a pregnant pause. Then she turns to the untouched cake slice and swipes a finger through it. I watch as she turns back to me slightly and holds her finger out.
“Wanna taste yours?”
Shit. Fucking. Damn.
This girl is playing with fire.
I eye her fingers hungrily, wishing they were covered in her wetness but I’ll settle for chocolate frosting. I lean down and part my lips just enough for her to ease her finger inside before closing my lips and trapping her it. I suck every bit of frosting off her digit, nibbling on her flesh while pressing myself against her harder. She whimpers when my length jerks and I bite down gently on her finger.
By the time I allow her to pull free, she’s breathing like she just ran a marathon and my dick is aching to take her. Knowing we both need the distraction, I tilt my head to the forks lying next to us.
“Grab one and eat.” My voice is gruff but I know she understands.
Hurriedly she reaches for a fork and digs into her piece of cake. As she brings a size-able bite to her mouth she leans down over the tray so as not to spill crumbs on the counter. I want to tell her not to worry about it, to just eat however makes her comfortable, but her ass pushing back into my rod keeps me silent. My hips grind into her on their own accord as I reach for the other fork. I lean over her left shoulder as I cut into my own slice of cake and have a bite. It’s damn good but somehow I’m certain that it doesn’t come close to the rich savory sweetness of my little misfit’s pussy.
We stay standing like that against the island as we both finish our slices of chocolate cake — Gina leaning over the counter as I stand behind her pressing my hips into her while eating from over her shoulder.
We finish at the same time and she lightly sets down her fork before grabbing a napkin and wiping her mouth. She turns to look back at me with a shy smile and I notice that she missed a spot of chocolate on the side of her mouth. I smirk and open my mouth to tell her she needs another napkin but the next thing I know I’m leaning over her and getting rid of the chocolate with my tongue. She gasps as I take a swipe of her bottom lip before pulling back.
Our breaths speed up as I stare down at her, and when she bites her damn lip again my cock jerks against her again. Her eyes drop to my mouth and it doesn’t take a genius to figure out what she wants. I meet her halfway as she lifts up on her toes to kiss me. I try to be gentle as I press my lips to hers because I don’t want to frighten her or overwhelm her with the hunger I have for her.
I let her lead the kiss, following the glide of her lips against mine, but it’s clear she doesn’t have much experience; and knowing that has the beast in my shorts growing another inch. She lifts further onto her toes, settling my cock between her thighs and I groan. I can feel how hot she is even with her wearing my sweats and I know she can feel my ten inches nudging at her when a whimper escapes her throat.
She tries to turn around but I use my hips to keep her pinned to the island because I know if she turns around, my ending up between her toned legs will be a sure thing. I can feel the restlessness in her body though, she needs more but she doesn’t know what to do to get it. I try to tell myself it’s okay to take over as long as I keep myself in check.
“Open your mouth and give me your tongue, babe.” My lips brush against hers as I speak.
She hesitates, and I know she’s nervous because of her inexperience.
I swipe my tongue across the seam of her lips to take her mind off her insecurity. Her lips part, just enough for me to slide my tongue inside. I plan to feed her just the tip but she sucks all of it into her mouth like a warm wet vacuum.
I groan.
Hell, she may be inexperienced but she’s a damn natural.
I let her play around — sucking my tongue deep, nibbling on it gently, and sliding her tongue against it. I keep a death grip on the counter to keep my hands to keep my hands occupied, but my hips have their own mind as my hard on grinds into her over and over; but when she wiggles her tight little body against me, all bets are off.
I bring a hand to her throat, gripping gently but enough to pull her off my tongue. My words come out as a growl when I command her to open her mouth more to receive my kiss. In the next moment, her mouth is open the way I want and my lips are crashing back down on hers. There’s nothing gentle about the kiss as I attack her lips with a hunger I’m still trying to understand. Meanwhile, my dick is trying to figure out a way to fuck her through the clothes separating us and my hand on her throat squeezes gently. I bring my other hand up to the few buttons on her tight top that are still done and unfasten them before pulling her top open. I resist pulling the cups of her bra down, not wanting to do too much too soon, and instead cup one of her satin covered tits. The material is soft and slips in my hand so I grip her tit firmly to keep my hold on it. I swallow down her moan as she tries to arch her chest into my hand then release my hold on her throat to reach down for her other tit.
I squeeze both mounds and grind my dick into her so hard she has to rest a hand on the counter to brace herself. Her other hand works its way up to my nape, trying to hold on as we seek pleasure from each other’s mouths. Gina lets out a desperate whimper, probably in need of air, but I can’t pull back — can’t release her mouth. She’s gonna have marks tomorrow from me squeezing the hell out of her breasts. Though, to be honest, my hands are itching to push her pants down and slide my fingers into her pussy — which is no doubt hot and soaked — but I won’t take advantage of her like that. I keep telling myself how young and innocent she is — apart from her stint in lockup — as I feast on her lips with my tongue down her throat.
When her wiggling gets my cock leaking pre-cum and I can feel myself starting to lose the battle of trying not to fuck her here and now, I pull away from her. I move back to rest against the counter opposite of her, both of us trying to catch our breath. My cock is throbbing in a mix of anger and need, and I know if I don’t cum in the next two minutes I’m going to take her to the floor and push my way inside of her.
“Go get cleaned up and I’ll meet you in the living room.”
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br /> Lust makes my words hard to understand but I know she got what I said.
“Why do I—“
“Go, Gina,” I cut her off with a growl. I need to rub one out right fucking now or she won’t make it through the night without me impaling her on my prick.
She bites her lip but doesn’t move from her place, instead, her eyes drop to my dick, which is very prominently tenting my shorts.
“But...what about—“
“Now!”
It comes out in a sharp roar that has her moving because I need her out of my presence in the worst way, but it’s for her own good. If she asked about the state of my arousal, it was going to end up buried inside her.
I hear the door close to the half bathroom just down the hall, and then I make a beeline for my own bathroom. I spit in my hand on my way to the bathroom, and by the time I’m standing over the toilet ready to spill my load my cock head is a purple and angry at being denied Gina’s pussy. I push my shorts down and catch a drop of pre-cum to slick up my hand a little more. My free arm braces on the wall as my head drops and my eyes close. I picture the two of us back in the kitchen up against the island but instead of pulling back, I shove down the sweats she’s wearing slide her panties to the side and shove my cock up into her slick opening. I push my boy in so deep she has to lift up on her toes to take it all. In my mind, she’s bent over the island countertop crying out from the force of my thrusts. My hand jerks my dick in hard tugs as I picture pounding the hell out of Gina’s little pussy, and when I fantasize about bringing her off with a squeeze of her clit, my dick erupts. I give myself three hard pumps then jerk my release into the toilet on a frustrated grunt. I’m still horny and I wish I was releasing into my little misfit down the hall, but at least I don’t feel on the brink of losing control anymore.
I clean up quickly before heading out of the bathroom. I don’t want Gina thinking I just left her alone since I snapped at her to go clean up in the bathroom. I try not to think of her wiping away the slickness from her pussy lips in the half bathroom as I head back to the living room.
When I get there, she’s already sitting on the edge of the light gray sofa watching the game I found earlier on tv. She avoids eye contact with me as I lower myself down onto the couch — sprawling out the way I usually do. She doesn’t say anything, just scoots further towards the edge of the couch to the point that she’s barely sitting on the damn thing.
“Come here.”
She turns, looking at me with wide eyes.
I nod and she scoots back to her original spot. I tilt my head at her and sigh.
Women.
“I said come here, Gina. Now.”
She pouts and crosses her arms as she stands and walks over to me. When she’s close enough, I grab for her and tug her down on top of me. She squeals as she falls — landing right on top of my chest. She squirms around trying to lift herself until I give her a tap on the ass.
“Quit squirming. It’s making me hard.”
I smirk when she suddenly freezes and looks up at me with wide eyes. We hold each other’s stare for a minute until she looks away towards the television and settles her self on my chest with her legs curled up between mine. I pull the dark gray throw blanket from over the couch and lay it over her before turning my attention back to the game.
We watch tv together in a comfortable silence that has me wishing every night could be like this. Then she leans her head back to look up at me, her dark brown eyes filled with warmth. “Thanks, Gavin, for everything.” Her words are a gentle whisper and she doesn’t even wait for a reply, just lays her head back down on my chest with a contented sigh, and I fucking melt.
I wrap my arms around her and drop a kiss to her head before responding.
“You’re welcome, babe.”
I slide the throw blanket off Gina’s sleeping body after turning off the tv. Sliding her legs apart so they straddle my waist, I tighten my hold on her thighs and gently sit up before lifting up off the couch with her in my arms.
She wiggles and lets out a soft moan but doesn’t wake.
I turn out all the lights and check the locks to the doors leading outside before finally carrying Gina to the guest room next to mine. I pull the blankets aside on the bed then gently ease her down onto her back. I avert my gaze from her tempting body as I put her down and quickly cover her with the comforter. I drop a quick kiss to her forehead then leave the room, telling myself I’ll check on her in a few hours, just to make sure she’s sleeping alright since she’s in a strange place for the second night in a row. Granted, my place is a fuck of a lot better than being in lock up. I leave her door cracked on my way out then head to my own room. I leave my door open so I can hear her if she needs me, and drop down into my bed, wishing she was in it with me.
I toss and turn for a couple hours before finally giving in to the need to look in on her— just to make sure she’s alright.
Yeah fucking right.
My desires for checking on her are purely selfish.
I cover the short distance to her room in no time, easing the door open as I enter. The moon provides the only source of light into the room but it’s enough. I can see just fine and the sight before me has my cock growing hard. Gina’s still asleep on her back but she’s kicked the blanket off, along with the sweats. I can tell my girl is a wild sleeper because the bed is a mess. Her braids are no longer in a bun and her limbs are spread in all different directions — giving me a perfect view of her beautiful body.
I start at the top of her head before slowly lowering my gaze down her body, memorizing every inch of her. The cute round shape of her face, the round swell of her full breasts, and the gentle dip in her waist that flares out to her hips. When my eyes get to the mound of her pussy, I lick my lips as a barrage of images flood my head of what I want to do to her.
I don’t even realize I’m moving closer for a better look until I’m standing next to the bed staring down at her. I tell myself to just look, not to do anything that will wake her up...and that lasts for all of a minute as my hand reaches out on its own accord to gently caress the side of her face. She sighs in her sleep and turns her head into my palm. Next thing I know her eyes are fluttering open and I’m staring into her dark brown eyes.
Damn, so much for not waking her.
“Sleep alright?”
She nods softly and nuzzles her cheek into my hand. “Yes. Thank you.”
I nod back. “Good. You’re welcome.”
She looks to the windows that have nothing but moonlight shining through them. “Um...what time is it?”
I chuckle. “Still the middle of night.”
“Oh.” She looks away for a moment before returning her gaze to mine. “Then, um, will you lay with me awhile?”
Shit. She did not just ask me that.
“Gina,” I groan out her name.
Both of us know what will happen if I get into bed with her.
“Please? Please, Gavin?”
Dammit, I’m not strong enough to resist her begging.
I keep my gentle hold on her cheek as I lean down to kiss her. Her lips part as our mouths meet, providing me entry to slide my tongue deep. Our kiss is hot and wet — bordering on desperate — as neither of us lets the other come up for air. My hand at her cheek works its way down to cup one of her full breasts.
Gina writhes around on the bed, releasing soft moans and whimpers into my mouth. When she takes hold of the hand I have on her tit and moves it lower until it’s resting on her panty covered mound, I pull back.
“Dammit Gina—”
“Please, Gavin, I want you so bad.”
She bites her lip as she lifts her cunt into my hand, and I give in with a growl.
I slam my lips back down on hers as I climb onto the bed on top of her. I move in between her legs, keeping my hand on her mound and using the other to take her braided hair into a tight grip, tilting her head to give me deeper access to her m
outh. When she tries to hump my hand a second time, I give her pussy a squeeze to keep her still. Gently I start to rub her between her legs, adding more pressure when she begins writhing uncontrollably. Her body arches, trying to get closer to me, and our kiss loses its finesse as she starts to lose control.
I keep rubbing until I feel her body tense and her legs stiffen then pull my hand away. She pulls her mouth from mine with a strangled cry and tries to reach for my hand but I grab both of her wrists and pin them above her head on the pillow. She tries to wiggle free but a nip of my teeth on her bottom lip has her settling down.
“Gavin, please, don’t stop. Why’d you stop?”
I ignore her plea and pull one hand from her wrists, keeping them pinned with the other. I slide my hand down to the buttons of her top before unfastening them the way I did in the kitchen. Then I pull her top open, same as before, and expose her simple black bra — but this time I don’t stop there. I move my hand to the cups of her bra and pull them down until both of her tits are exposed before me. Leaning down, I take one globe into my mouth and cup the other in my hand. I’m not gentle as I suck her nipple into the back of my mouth while squeezing her other tit with my fingers.
I cup and knead the flesh of one breast while I lick and suck on the other and Gina writhes beneath me, crying out her pleasure and asking for more. She locks her legs around me and tries to thrust her pussy up against my hard cock. Desperately she tries to grind her clit into me to get herself off and the heat of her pussy is almost my undoing. Almost.
I take her nipple between my teeth and bite down while my fingers pinch the other. She screams and jerks uncontrollably but I keep my hold on her until her legs fall open and she’s lying limply on the bed. I pull back still keeping her wrists pinned in one hand. Her breathing is out of control and I can feel that the tension in her body is at its peak from being kept on the edge of pleasure.
“Please, Gavin, touch me. Make me cum, please.” Her words are a desperate cry.
I shake my head. “Can’t do that, little misfit.”
