Jill breaks the kiss and we’re both breathing hard already, my cock jutting out, seeking relief. Her eyes go glassy when she feels it, biting her lip and teasing it with her tummy. “Maybe being hot isn’t the most important thing about me.” She trails a hand down, over the thick mound of my stomach and cradles my cock, stroking it lightly. “But…it’s the reason this is so hard right now. Isn’t it?”
No.
No, that’s not right.
It’s every part of her, rolled into one, that makes me hard. Not just her body.
But when I open my mouth to tell her that, she interrupts.
“I was thinking about what you said. About guys talking about parts of my anatomy…”
A growl curls my lip. It’s out before I can stop it. “I put them in line for you, baby.”
“I know.” She leans her body against mine, urging me backwards, and while she doesn’t have the strength to move me, I let her. Let her walk me back until I have to sit down on the bed, leaving her standing between the V of my thighs. “I know you set them straight. But I can’t help but wonder which parts of me they were talking about.” Slowly, she peels off her tank top and I’m rendered speechless. Jill is topless. In my room.
And her tits are fucking magical.
They’re perky, just like her. Full, twin globes with juicy nipples. Eager ones.
I’ve imagined them millions of times and never came close to this perfection.
She takes my wrist and trails my fingertips up her bare stomach, closing my hand over her right tit and I trap a moan, my hips shifting uncomfortably on the bed.
“Did they mention these?” Jill whispers, teasing my mouth into a too-brief kiss, leaving me poised on the edge of desperate, before turning around, glancing back at me over her shoulder. “Or were they more focused on this, Zach?”
She drags her tiny shorts down, revealing her tight ass.
And she keeps going, bending all the way forward until they’ve reached her ankles and she can kick them off. Jesus Christ. I can’t fucking breathe. Did I just see the pink ring of her asshole? A hint of her pussy? My dick is straining in my sweatpants and perspiration is already rolling down my spine. The backside that has starred in hundreds of sick fantasies is mere inches from my face, her buns small but round, full and luscious.
No panties.
“Which parts were they talking about, Zach?” she murmurs, slowly, slowly sitting down right in the center of my lap, her taut buns pressing down on my hard cock. Is this really happening? I’m fully clothed in my bedroom and Jill is completely naked, showing me her body. Every inch of it. I’m already on the verge of coming and she only climbed in through my window ten minutes ago. She circles her ass and I groan brokenly, my head falling back. “Well?”
“I won’t repeat the nasty shit they said,” I pant.
“No, I had a feeling you wouldn’t.” She takes my hand again, bringing it around the front of her. No, she’s not…she’s not going to…but she does. She cups my hand between her thighs, all of that moist, girlish softness filling my palm—Jesus—and I tighten my grip without thinking. It’s just instinct. Her pussy has always been mine, at least in my head, and my hand moves on its own. “Yes, Zach,” she moans, grinding on my lap. “They might have said nasty things about my body, but…you’re the only one who’ll ever see it. Touch it.”
“Thank you.” I mutter thickly, not comprehending her meaning. “Thank you.”
I exhale shakily into her shoulder, my fingers beginning to move, to play with her pussy, marveling at the delicate flesh, the way she releases a long breath, like she was just waiting for me to stroke her. Dying for it.
A movement a few feet away brings my attention up and I realize…I realize I can see the front of her in my full-length mirror. I can see her working her hips in my lap, my huge fingers stroking through the tiny folds of her sex. And it’s like watching porn and experiencing it at the same time. It’s almost too much to handle, my balls hardening like stones. She is the most beautiful girl on earth and I’m twice her size, a sheen of sweat on my forehead while she’s fresh as a daisy, perfection in the flesh. If I wasn’t so turned on, I might be horrified at this beauty and the beast scenario playing out, but she’s so hot in my lap, her sweet ass raking up and back on my stiff dick, more and more wetness beginning to soak my fingers.
“Horny little thing,” I grunt against her ear.
Did I just say that out loud? I’m immediately horrified. I’d kill another guy for speaking to her with such disrespect. That is…until I see her eyes light up, hear her breath catch.