Wild Thing (Naughty Things 3)

My hand sweeps up her leg, grabs one cheek of her ass, and then I slip the underside of my hand down between her legs. All four fingers playing with her pussy while my thumb caresses small circles around her asshole.

“Oh,” she moans softly. Eyes still closed.

I smile, but don’t say anything. I truly do not want to disturb her. Her falling asleep while I make her come is the ideal outcome here.

Two of my fingers find her clit. The other two slip inside her pussy.

She is very wet. Wet enough that they slip in and out without much resistance.

I lean forward, place my lips on her ass cheek, and then kiss it.

She moans sleepily.

Damn. She might be being a little too good.

Or maybe I’m just being too soft.

Oh, well. Let her remember me as that one guy who slowed her down and made stillness feel amazing.

Her legs begin to tremble and when I look down I realize she’s been standing on her tiptoes this whole time. Straining to maintain position.

“Lyssa,” I say.

“Hmmm?” she mumbles.

“Climb on to the bed, lie face down, and spread your legs. I’ll give you what you want and then you’re gonna go to sleep and forget about this day. Understand me?”

She takes a deep breath, lifts her head up—her disheveled hair falling over her face—and nods as she climbs off me and crawls across the bed.

She collapses onto the covers, grabs the pillow with both hands, and then points her toes and opens her legs.

Which makes me hold in a laugh, but not a smile.

So dramatic, little baby princess.

I stand up, crawl across the bed, both my hands on her ass cheeks, spreading them wide as I lean down to lick her.

“Oh, God,” she says.

Oh, God is right. I’m so fucking hard, I can’t stand this cup anymore. I reach inside my boxer briefs, pull the cup out, then push my pants and underwear down until my cock is free.

When I look back at Lyssa, she’s staring at me.

“No,” I say, shaking my head. “This is not for you, sweet baby. This is just for me.”

She closes her eyes, shaking her head. But obviously too tired to care.

I stretch my legs out on her bed, my face deep between her legs—licking and swirling my tongue around her clit—while I pull and tug on my fat, stiff cock. Fisting it hard.

The pussy licking is good for her. But not enough. I can’t come until she does, and I really want to come, so I need a way to get her off quick.

I sit up on my knees, still jerking myself with one hand while the other one slips back into position. Two fingers on her clit, two inside her pussy, and my thumb on her asshole.

I push my thumb inside—just a little—and make her moan. I wonder if she’s ever had anal? God, I’d like to be first, if she hasn’t.

Jesus, Mason. You’re leaving in like three hours and you’ll never see this girl again.

Right. I keep forgetting that for some reason.

Her knees come up, spreading her pussy open for me a little more. “Please,” she says. “Put it inside me.”

“You don’t need my cock, baby princess. Just enjoy my fingers.”

“No, it’s not enough.”

“Oh, I think it is.”

“Mason—”

Holy hell. Hearing her say my name kinda turns me on. “Roll over on your stomach,” I say.

She maneuvers her legs so I don’t have to change position, then turns over—eyes locked on mine—and lifts up her knees as she opens her legs wide.

I take a peek at her pussy. All wet with her juices. And decide how to make her come.

“Scoot over a little,” I say, crawling up the side of her body. This ridiculous canopy bed is twin-sized, so we barely fit. My body alone barely fits, so it’s a good thing she’s tiny and I’m lying on my side.

Her hand reaches for my cock but I brush it away, then flick her nipple with my fingers and say, “Don’t touch me without permission.”

She huffs, but stays silent. On her knees, ass in the air.

“You just be still and enjoy it, OK?”

“I thought you were punishing me? Doesn’t sound like punishment.”

“Well…” She’s right. I’m totally off script here. “Enjoy it anyway.”

I begin slowly. Rubbing all four fingers around in a circle over her clit. She begins to breathe heavy. Panting like a wild animal. And when I pick up speed—rubbing those circles faster, then faster, then even faster—her knees come up and squeeze together, like I’m overwhelming her.

“Oh… I can’t… shit… Mason… My God…”

It really fucking turns me on.

And her too. Because when I stick two fingers back inside her pussy and begin to pump in and out so hard her whole body is jerking with the momentum, she squirts her delicious juice all over my hand. It leaks down between her ass cheeks and all over her pretty princess bedspread.