“Chels- Shit, I-" I looked around the room wildly. “I should go."
I should get the fuck out of here before I do something stupid. Something like fuck the shit out of this girl just like she wants me to.
"You don't want to hear about how I play with my tight, young pussy, just thinking of you like that? How I imagine you fucking me and just pumping your cum into me?”
My jaw dropped at the dirty words coming out of that sweet young mouth. "Chelsea, we shouldn't-"
"I loved watching you, Mr. Harding."
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sp; And just like that, I felt the very last shred of willpower drop from my face. Just like that, I shoved decorum, and rational thought, and the fact that Mike was my buddy out of my head, and I just went for it.
She gasped as I suddenly pulled her small body tight against me as my lips crushed into hers. She moaned hungrily, opening her lips to my tongue as I groaned into her mouth. All the scattered thoughts in my head went wild as those perfect young lips melted into mine, but I growled and shoved them aside as I concentrated on taking that innocent mouth with my own and making it mine.
My big hands slid down and around the bare skin of her waist, pushing her against the couch as I kissed her hard and pressed myself against her. She gasped loudly as my mouth broke away from her lips to nip and suck at her neck, and she threw my head back against the cushions behind her as I sucked at the delicate and sensitive skin at her collarbone. She hugged me to her hard, rolling her hips against me as if needing me, wanting me as badly as I wanted her.
I knew she could feel the throbbing bulge in my shorts pulse against her thigh then as I pressed against her. My hands slid down from her waist to slide around and cup at her ass, my fingers sliding just beneath the elastic edge of the bikini to grip tightly at her bare young skin. I pulled her against me, grinding myself against that small, tight body as she clung to me, pushing back with her hips and grinding herself against my bulge.
“Oh, Mr. Harding!” She gasped and moaned into my ear. My cock throbbed at the sound of that innocence in my ear; roared at the thought of taking that innocence and making mine. Her hands slid up my bare torso, running over the hard muscles of my back as she clutched me tightly.
"Chelsea, honey, this is so wrong!” I growled, as her mouth sought my face, my neck. Her mouth latched onto the skin there and I grunted as I felt those tender lips suck at my neck.
"We shouldn't be doing this! You're- Jesus, you're way too young!" This was the girl from next door. I was friends with her fucking parents for God’s sake. I was a recently divorced, thirty-nine year old man, and this tight, barely legal nineteen year old should’ve been the last girl in the world writing against me on that couch
She gasped as she slid her mouth up to my ear. “I'm old enough, Mr. Harding" She panted, sucking on my earlobe to punctuate.
I growled. “I know, honey, but this is bad, we-"
“Let me show you how bad I can be, please Mr. Harding?”
And that was the final straw for both of us. Just like that, every doubt and every last defense I had shattered. With a grunt, my hands were pulling her body up and against me, clutching at her ass as her legs wrapped around my waist. I ground my throbbing cock against the damp wet heat between her legs through her bikini bottoms as my mouth went to her neck again. I sucked and bit my way down to her chest. Chelsea moaned and and arched her back, thrusting her small breasts towards me as my mouth sucked and kissed its way further down, moving over the soft, small curve of tits. Pushing the bathing suit aside with my mouth, I groaned at the sight of those perfect, puffy little pink nipples. I latched my lips around the delicate and erect pink nub straining atop her soft slopes and sucked gently. She moaned softly as she pressed her hot, wet slit against my bulge.
I knew she wanted me. And I knew I wanted to shove my cock balls deep in her and stretch that tight pussy wide like it’d never been stretched before.
My hands moved around and over her thighs then, tracing the elastic seam of her bikini until they came across the ties at the side of her hips. I yanked at the strings, and as the suit fell away, I pulled it away from her and brought my head up from her chest as her pink, wet young pussy was revealed to me.
The beast inside of me roared. FUCK yes.
And there she was, shyly bitting her lip as I spread her thighs apart, my eyes almost glazing over as I stared between them, gripping her legs tightly.
Fucking perfection.
“Do you like it, Mr. Harding?”
I groaned, feeling my cock lurch in my shorts. “Oh my God, Chelsea. You're so fucking beautiful, honey.”
She whimpered as she leaned up and my mouth crashed against hers. She moaned into my mouth as she felt my strong fingers sliding over the slippery lips of her slit, and she gasped out loud, breaking our kiss.
“Yes! Please, put them inside me, Mr. Harding!”
I growled, my chest muscles rippling as my fingers dipped between her wet folds, teasing her tight entrance.
She whimpered, and I could feel the beast roar inside as I slid my other hand up into her hair. I pulled her head back, just enough to make her gasp and just enough to make it known to her that she wasn’t with one of those piss-ant college boys. She was with a man; a man who was going to fuck her like she’d never been fucked before. “Chelsea, honey,” I growled. “Last chance. Are you sure you want to do this?”
She pushed her hips up and forward, and before I could say anything else, my finger slid deep into her steaming hot slit.
We both gasped as my finger plunged inside of her. My hand twisted and I crooked my finger up and against her front wall, pressing and stroking at that little spot right there, and I growled as I watched her moan and writhe for me as I did so.