Stalk Her

She could lie, but her body’s reaction to me couldn’t.

“Whatever you gotta say to make yourself feel better for wanting a criminal, baby.”

And then I pushed her against the wall, the pictures hanging right beside her head shaking from the force.

I slipped my hand down her belly, along her hipbone, and right between her thighs. Fuck, she was saturated with her need. The little sound she made for me, a half cry, half whimper, had my cock jerking almost violently. I held up my hand, my fingers glistening from her wetness, and gripped her chin with my other hand.

“Open,” I demanded, knowing I probably should be gentle, make this easy for her, but fuck, I couldn’t.

I watched her eyes widen, saw her lips part. I slipped my fingers into her mouth, made her taste herself, taste the fact that she couldn’t lie to me, that she couldn’t hide how she wanted me like a fiend.

“You heard me. Lick your arousal off my fingers, Poppy.”

She ran her tongue along the digits, staring right in my eyes, sucking the cream off them.

“You like this, don’t you? You like that I’m making you do this, making you a dirty girl.”

She hummed, nodded.

I didn’t stop the deep, harsh groan that left me.

“Yeah, you like it,” I said more to myself. I slipped the fingers from her mouth, slipped them into mine, licking off the remnants of her juices, tasting her on my tongue.

I took a step back, looked at her for long seconds, then groaned and got down on my knees. I had my hands on her hips, looked up at her, urged her without words to give me what I wanted.

I slid my hand along the back of her thigh, gripped her knee, and lifted it up. She braced her hands on the wall behind her, placed her leg over my shoulder, and I stared between her thighs, at the sweet, pink, and tight little virgin pussy in front of me.

“God, look at you,” I whispered. “Look at how wet your cunt is, how soaked you are for me.” I closed my eyes and inhaled. “Look at how pink you are, how fucking sweet you smell.”

Slowly trailing my gaze up her body, I stared into her face. “You like this, Poppy girl?”

She licked her lips and nodded.

I blew warm breath across her folds, and then I framed her pussy with my hands, pulling those tight little lips apart, exposing her to me even more. I swallowed, heard how loud it was, felt my body tighten.

“I’m going to mouth-fuck you until you come all over my face.” I hadn’t meant to say those words out loud.

And then I had my mouth on her pussy, moving my tongue through her cleft, parting her folds as I ate her out with fervor. I had one hand on the back of her ass, keeping her pressed to my mouth as I did exactly what I said I would… ate her pussy out like I was starving. I squeezed the cheek of her ass at the same time I dipped my tongue into her body. I fucked her with my tongue and lips, and dragged my teeth along her sensitive flesh.

I skated my hand toward her pussy, touched her clit, rubbed small circles around it. “Come for me, baby.”

And just like that… she came for me.

A low, keening cry left Poppy, and she speared her hands in my hair, tugging at the strands, pulling at them hard enough that I hissed in pleasure.

She started shamelessly grinding her pussy against my face, against my mouth. I groaned, the deep vibrations having her moan and tug at my hair harder.

I gave her pussy one last long lick, like I was sucking on a lollipop, making sure I got all the flavor, and then stood. I grabbed her ass again with both hands and pulled her forward, letting her feel the hard length of my cock press into her belly.

I pressed my lips against hers again, ran my tongue along the seam before plunging it into her mouth. God, she tasted so fucking good, a mixture of the alcohol she’d drunk and her passion.

She moaned against my mouth and wrapped her arms around my neck, neither of us able to stop this. But before I could take this further, I pulled back, retreating a step.

I stared at her, the dim light in the room doing nothing to hide her from me. “I need you, Poppy, and you need me, baby.”

She nodded, not speaking, not denying it.

I reached down and palmed myself through my jeans, an obscene gesture sure, but fuck, one that I couldn’t stop from doing.

“Tell me what you want,” I demanded.

She didn’t speak for a moment, just watching me, hesitation and need written on her face. Finally, she breathed out slowly.