Pretty Girl

“You’re used to stalkers?” I ask. She doesn’t seem scared by the idea of one. She gives another one of those small shrugs.

“They come with the territory.” I don’t like her response because she’s my territory now and only mine.

“This one is a little more intense,” I inform her. “I’d rather not go into all the gritty details. Just trust I’ll keep you safe.”

“Okay.” She smiles at me. Could it really be that easy? “I trust you.” I stop myself from growling. That trust of hers is too easily given. It’s a wonder no one has taken her for themselves already.

“You shouldn’t give out your trust so easy, pretty girl.” I place my hand on the inside of her thigh, stroking her softness.

“I don’t know what it is about you, but it’s just you I trust,” she whispers shyly. Her words go straight to my dick, which is still hard and in pain.

“You shouldn’t say things like that to a man.” She peeks up at me through her eyelashes, the sweet shyness of her hitting me right in the gut.

“Why?” She shifts a little, pushing herself towards the end of the chair. It causes my hand to drift farther up her soft, milky thigh. My fingers play with the end of her very short shorts, so short the pockets actually hang out the bottom of them. I fucking love and hate them.

“It makes it seem like I can get you to do whatever I want.” I use my other hand to raise her chin. I want her to look me right in the eyes to get what I’m saying. My fingers dip under her shorts to trace the edge of her panties.

I watch her breathing pick up as I slide my finger under her panties and trace the lips of her sex. I hiss when I feel how wet she is. Her legs spread even wider in silent invitation, one that I greedily accept.

“Does your pussy taste as sweet as you?” I ask her. Her lips part, but I don’t wait for an answer. I need to taste her. My mouth falls onto hers. I stroke my tongue along her lips, coaxing her to part them more for me. She does with a small sigh. I slip my tongue into her mouth, tasting chocolate cake and her. I grunt. I knew she was going to taste this good, but fuck this is more than I could have imagined.

She pushes herself into my hand, wanting more, and I give it to her, parting her pussy lips so I can stroke her hard, little clit. She moans into my mouth. I can’t stop myself from pulling her into my lap. She straddles me, wrapping her hands around my neck and kissing me back, just as deeply and hungrily as I’m kissing her.

“Take what you want,” I rasp against her mouth. As her hips move, I push one finger into her. I groan at how fucking tight she is. If she wasn’t so wet I don’t think I could have even gotten one finger into her.

“What I want?” she breathes, before she drops her mouth back down onto mine. Her hair rains down all around us. I grip her thick hair, keeping her close as my finger works in and out of her, my thumb stroking her clit.

Her pussy locks down on my finger as she cums. I let her hair, and she throws her head back crying out my name. I grip her hips, dragging her across my cock. It only takes a few jerks and I’m cumming all over myself.

She drops her head down onto my shoulder wrapping herself around me. I have no idea how long we sit there. Then I stand, taking her towards the bedroom. Her even breathing never changes, and when I lay her down on the bed I can tell she is sleeping again.

I pull her shorts from her legs, tossing them to the ground. My fingers trace the wet spot on her panties before I bury my nose there and lick my fingers clean. My cock comes fully back to life, begging me to push her panties aside and slide right into her tightness.

As if our bodies are in tune, she spreads her legs in her sleep. I growl and pull myself away from her, going into the bathroom and cleaning myself off. I stare at myself in the mirror, at the jagged scar across my face. I wonder what she thinks when she looks at it.

She kissed me back, let me touch her and make her cum. I flip off the light and climb into bed next to her only wearing a pair of boxer briefs. I reach for her, pulling her into my body. She turns and wraps her small body around me, making my chest feel tight. She plants a kiss on my neck, mumbling my name. I twine my arm around her, wondering if she’ll feel the same in the bright light of day.