“She what?”
“I… She’s been waiting for you too.”
Graham presses an open-mouthed kiss over the column of my throat, while still rubbing his palm on my clit, bringing me closer and closer to an orgasm. “Yeah, I bet she has. I bet she’s going to grip me real tight. So tight that I won’t be able to get out. Yeah?”
I clutch his shoulders and cock my head to the side so he can keep giving me sucking kisses all over my throat.
“You gonna grip me hard, Violet? You’re gonna keep me here, huh?”
To emphasize here, he massages my entire core again and I can feel that I’ve practically drenched my pajamas. I can feel the wetness on my thighs. I can feel him rubbing that wetness back into my pussy and I’m almost there. Almost.
And then, he edges me over with these erotic, filthy words that he rasps just below my ear while he licks me there, rubs his jaw and beard over my soft skin.
“Your mommy should’ve tied you to the bed, Jailbait. Barred your windows. Hidden you from the world. It was only a matter of time before you ended up on the wrong side of a bad man’s cock.”
“Yes. Oh God, Graham… Oh fuck…”
I babble and come at the heel of his words and because of that maddening hand of his between my thighs.
I’m still twisting and juddering in his arms when he gives me a hard kiss. I’m so limp that all I can do is offer him my mouth for it. All I can do is breathe and sigh while he takes my t-shirt off. Then he goes for my bottoms before lying me down on the bed gently.
I watch him with panting breaths as he reaches back and pulls off his shirt in one go.
With his eyes on me, he toes off his muddy, manly boots and puts them aside. Then off come his jeans.
And he is as naked as me as he advances on me and I know he’s going to make my dreams come true.
As he climbs on the bed like last night, my immediate thought is that it did not look this big yesterday in the bathroom, his cock.
It wasn’t this big at all.
Because man, it’s big.
It is.
It’s enormous.
It’s either that or my eyes have suddenly acquired magnifying glasses, and everything looks bigger now.
It’s more than enormous. It’s thick, as thick as my wrist and curved. There’s a ridge on the top, so angry and red, so swollen. Was it this angry yesterday?
And glistening with pre-cum.
That drop gets bigger and bigger until it sluices down his length and he has to grip it at the root and pull.
I feel that pull in my own core.
I feel it in my stomach, making everything tight and achy and I have to press my hand there. I have to press it on my stomach but that’s not enough so I move it down and clutch my fluttering, rivering core.
I grab my wet pussy like he was not a minute ago. But I don’t like how small my hands are or how smooth and without any force. “Were you thinking about me yesterday? In the shower?”
His eyes follow my shameless movements. “Were you thinking about me the other night when you were playing with your pretty cunt?”
“You knew that?”
“These walls are thin, Jailbait.”
Then, he kneels between my legs that I automatically open for him, all blushing and flushed over the fact that he knew.
“I just wanted to thank you,” I whisper.
“For what?”
“For calling me beautiful.”
An emotion moves over his face. “You are. You’re fucking breathtaking.”
“Okay.”
“Say it.”
My pussy gushes at his command and I feel it on my fingers. “I’m fucking breathtaking.”
“Good.”
I squirm under his scrutiny and look away from him.
Stupidly, my eyes go to his naked heavy thighs, shadowed with coarse hair, the hair that suddenly looks much, much darker than it did a second ago. It looks rougher too, denser as he looms over me.
God, one day I wanna come on those thighs. I don’t know why but I’m obsessed with them.
Obsessed with him.
“You want it bad, don’t you, baby?” he whispers, his hand still on his cock, tugging at it, pulling in slow, tight movements. “You want this?”
My pussy clenches under my palm. “Yeah. I want it.”
Smirking, he shakes his head once.
I writhe on the bed as he lets go of his cock and reaches for something by the bedside drawer. He opens it without breaking our gaze and fishes something out.
It’s a condom.
With his eyes on me, he tears off the corner of the condom packet with his teeth. I fist the sheets and stare at the view of his sharp, biting teeth that I want on my skin.
His shaft stands upright, pressed against his tight abdomen, touching his belly button when he goes back for it and rolls the latex over it.