Sweet Thing (Naughty Things 2)

And on three she does three things.

She sinks down hard on to my cock.

She screams and tenses up, arching her back and struggling in my tight grip around her body.

And she goes still and looks at me.

I kiss her. I kiss this silly, sweet little thing like I’ve never kissed anyone in my life. And then I whisper, “Are you OK?”

She nods, and whispers back, strain and pain in her voice, “But don’t move. Please don’t move.”

“I won’t,” I say, taking my kisses to her neck. “You get to do all the moving. When you’re ready, lift up just a little bit and then sink down again.”

“Oh, God.”

“No, no,” I say, petting her hair. “Shhh. The more you move, the better it feels, and the easier it gets. Trust me, I’m going to make you come again. And when we’re finished that’s the only thing you’ll remember.”

“OK,” she says. Lifting her hips up.

I grab her ass and say, “Not too far. You want to keep me inside you.”

She eases back down again, hissing air.

“That’s good,” I say. “Just keep doing that over and over again.”

She lifts up again and I can feel how wet she is. So fucking wet. Virgin wet. And then I realize that’s probably blood.

But I don’t say anything thing about the blood because I don’t want to freak her out.

“You’re doing good,” I say, surprised once again at how patient I am.

Pretty soon she’s moving a little faster. Not taking her time. Not hissing in pain.

“I told you,” I said. “I told you it would feel good. Now listen carefully. And look at me.”

She stops moving and picks her head up off my shoulder so her eyes can find mine. She looks sleepy but she’s not sleepy. That is the look of lust, she just doesn’t realize it yet.

“I’m going to make you come, but in order to do that, I have to touch your pussy as I fuck you. Not you fuck me, like you’ve been doing. But me fuck you. Do you understand?”

She shakes her head no.

“I’m going to move now. Not you. I’ll be in charge now, not you. That’s how it has to be if you want to end this with another orgasm. OK?”

She nods, pouting.

“Don’t worry,” I whisper. “You’ll like it.”

I reach around her and unclasp her bra. She shoots me a questioning look, but I just mouth the words, trust me.

She rolls her eyes with teenage attitude and I take that as a yes.

She helps me get her bra down her arms and then a sudden wave of embarrassment overtakes her and she covers her breasts with her arms.

I pull them away, shaking my head. “No. Don’t cover yourself up, Aria. I want to watch your tits bounce when I start fucking you.”

She looks very nervous. But we’ve come this far, we’re not quitting now.

I ease my hips down to the edge of the couch so I can flatten my hand along her belly and caress her clit with my fingers. I hold on to her hip with my other hand and begin thrusting my hips upward.

“Oh, shit!” she gasps.

“Just relax,” I say, rubbing her clit faster.

This makes her close her eyes and the next time I thrust upward, I bounce her on my legs so her tits bounce with her.

“Ahhhh,” she gasps again. Her mouth is open wide in surprise.

Yes. That’s what I want to see as I fuck the sweet virginity out of this girl. I thrust again, and again, and again and each time her tits bounce higher and her mouth says, “Oh! Oh! Oh!”

All the while my fingers are playing with her clit like crazy and my cock has decided enough is enough, the time to be patient is over and now it’s time to really fuck. So I thrust harder and harder, and then I bend her over and hold her to my chest as I reach around and play with her ass and then—

She screams.

Not the scream of a virgin trying to stuff a fat cock head into her pussy, but the scream of a girl who has now come three times in one night.

And I’m ready too. The agony of this night has caught up with me and I can’t hold it in anymore. My time has come.

Literally.

Because I pull her off me, shove her down to the floor so she’s on her knees, and then I sit up and shoot my load all over her tits.

She looks at me in… I’m not sure. Horror? Surprise? Disgust? Possibly all three. But I didn’t wear a condom—probably should’ve, but fuck it—and so I couldn’t come inside her.

It has to go somewhere.

“Holy shit!” she says, scooting away from me. “You just—“

“Came on your tits and it was hot as fuck,” I say, sinking back down to the couch. “By the way, you’re on the pill?”