Naughty Tales Collection

Chapter One

Marty

“Jesus fucking Christ.” That can’t be real. She isn’t possibly doing what I think she is, is she?

I’m housesitting for my best friend and partner in the NYPD, Onyx Inwood, while he takes his sweet wife and their kids to Disney World for a family vacation. Onyx told me to keep myself under control when it came to his neighbor.

The hot little piece of ass is wearing on my last nerve, though.

Not only is she young—too fucking young for me—but she’s a craving I’m not supposed to cave into. I have to stay away. She’s also been a tease from the day I met her almost two years ago. Watching me with wide-eyed innocence and lust in her stare. She craved me before she even knew what the word meant.

She’s been begging me with those perfectly perched lips, those suckable tits, and the tightest ass I’ve ever seen. I tried to brush her off for so fucking long. I’m not sure I’m going to be able to hold off now, though. Not with her parents gone and me here all alone.

She’s in fucking high school.

She’s also eighteen.

Fuck off.

I’d rather fuck her.

Little miss innocence, Celeste Davis, has been flashing her ass in tiny shorts and showing off more tits than a whore in a whore house.

But, she’s careful. Only when I’m around does she dress so scantily.

And now…

Right fucking now.

Mother fucker.

She’s lying on the grass in her backyard, sun tanning, naked.

That’s right, fucking naked.

She’s rubbing lotion on those succulent little cheeks while flashing me just a hint of her tight, tiny little rosebud.

My cock is throbbing just thinking about violating all her holes. Filling her with as much cum as I can release into her body.

Unable to control myself, I release the buckle of my jeans and take my cock in hand. With a hard grip, I stroke up and down roughly, working myself into a frenzy as Celeste lifts her ass in the air, making the same motion she would if I was fucking her from behind.

“Fuck me sideways,” I hiss out. I can feel my seed building in my nuts as I picture her on her knees in front of me, sucking the cum right out of my dick.

Swallowing every drop as I release into her mouth.

“Motherfuck—” Semen spills into my hand as my imagination controls my movements, and all I want to do is go down there and cover every delicate inch of her body in my sperm. Marking her as mine.

“Fuck this,” I gasp. I’ve never been one to hold off on going after what I want, let alone something I already consider mine.

And Celeste most certainly is mine. From now until the end of fucking time, I’m going to keep her dirty as fuck and happy as hell.

Storming down the stairs and out the back door, I waltz over to her yard, intent on claiming every goddamned inch of her.

Celeste

I can feel his gaze on me as I rub the lotion into my body. I want to roll over onto my back, but I’m not brave enough. I know he’s the only one home on our block right now; everyone else is working, hoping to get away for the long weekend.

My parents left me home alone, like usual, to go on a quick getaway, as they called it. What they really meant is they’re tired of me and need a break.

I’m not perfect. I have needs, fantasies really, that include Detective Martin Lynch of the NYPD, and they disapprove.

They’ve been telling me for months—after catching me staring at him—that he wouldn’t want a little girl like me. What they don’t know, or haven’t paid attention to, is the fact, not only am I a virgin, but I’ve never even kissed a boy, and I get the feeling that’s exactly what Marty likes.

To even get the guts to come out here, I had to take a shot of Vodka from my mother’s cabinet, which I’m certain she’ll notice upon their return.

I was an early in life child and my grandparents on both sides refused to let mom and dad put me up for adoption. We’re also strict God-fearing Christian folks—well, they are, or were, at some point—so abortion was out of the question too.

It’s been nothing but regret, heartache, and reminder since the day of my birth. They remind me often of what a surprise I was.

Having just turned eighteen, and nearly graduating high school, all I care about is getting out of this house and maybe even away from New York.