Chapter NineStefanoSir. She fucking called me ‘sir’. How in the hell am I supposed to keep it together now? This is the shit I am talking about. ‘Na eísai evgenikós, gios. Be gentle’, my father said. ‘Treat her like the most precious thing in your life’, my mother said. ‘Take some time and make her comfortable’, they both said when preparing me for manhood and my inevitable relationship. What they failed to fucking tell me, is how the hell to control it, when the woman carrying your child and innocent as a fucking newborn puppy, looks you in your eye and calls you ‘sir’. Where the hell is the advice for that? The fuck. I am literally envisioning nasty ass grandmas in their undies having a titty parade, trying to calm my shit down. Well shit, that only worked a little. Jesus.
Slowly, I begin to undress her, item by item, exposing more of her delectable body and continue to breathe in the smell of her pussy. I can see the dew of her desire and the spot it left in her white cotton underwear, and my mouth begins to demand a taste. “Lean against the sink, sweet girl,'' I tell her not saying anything else, hoping she does it with no question. This is the first test of seeing if she is who I have been looking for.
“Ok,” she says as she does it. I can see her grip the sink from behind trying to stop herself from shaking.
“Spread those legs, baby girl. Let me see what’s waiting for me.” Her legs open and I myself almost faint. Is this what it feels like when the gates of heaven open up? Well hell, I should start living better, cause this shit is worth turning into a punk-ass for. Bending on my knees, I grab her hips to keep her from moving, anticipating her shock. I stick my face between her legs, sniffing and inhaling the scent that is more potent now that it has been uncovered for me and I swear, I almost weep. To think I almost missed her walking out of that door. Almost let her walk right into the hands of some undeserving ass momma’s boy who wouldn’t know what to do with all of this plush. My thumbs spread her pussy lips, my need to see her pink untouched pussy so urgent. “Look at all this nectar on your thighs, sweet girl. Is all of this for me?” My thumb is rubbing her clit in circles, loving the way her body trembles and her hands grip the sink harder. “Answer me, Kalera. Is this for me?'' I begin to rub her faster and harder, my intention is to drive her crazy and keep her on edge. I need her to crave this and be prepared for it, so when I destroy her, she can take it.
“Y-yes, Sir. It’s...all f-for you.” She barely gets out as her body gets ready to release. Without warning, I remove my thumb not wanting her first orgasm to be that way. Instead, I turn my head and begin to lick her thigh, needing something to sate me until I get her under me. Son-of-a-bitch I should have waited. I lick her desire from between her legs, sucking and licking like a starved man, determined to get every last drop. Her moans push me on, giving me the green light to devour her any way I want. I make the mistake of looking up and catching her in the throes of awakening and that is it for me. Unzipping my pants, I pull out my cock and begin to stroke the shit out of him. I go back to licking her thighs, rubbing my face against them, wanting her syrup on me, marking me, calming me, knowing soon my mouth will get it from her some other way. It isn’t until she screeches, “sir”, that I realize I have been biting her there as well, leaving part one of my stamp on the inside of her legs. Fuck my mark looks good between her legs. Not wanting to come on the floor, wasting this pussy fertilizer, I release him and stand up.
Unable to restrain myself, I devour her lips, wanting her to see what her need for me tastes like. My hands grip her hair, pulling it back to give me more access and control to her mouth, but also giving me more room to rub my leaky cock against her swollen nub, our first contact and already I can see she is in heat. Good. Let her feel what the hell I have been going through since she spritzed me with her pheromones and walked away. I grab him and rub him up and down her pussy, bending a bit so he can touch her tiny little hole. Our mouths have not stopped consuming each other, as she keens into mine, reaching for something I am not ready to give her. Knowing I need to stop while I can, I kiss her cute little swollen lips one more time, both of us reaching for the air we have denied ourselves for the past minute or so. Touching my forehead to hers, I know I have to do what I said and get her into the tub. “Alright baby, we need to get in the tub, so I can get you out of here and take what belongs to me.”