Childstar 1

Snickering, I closed my eyes, enjoying her hands in my hair.

“Amelia, you don’t do nothing … you do everything.”

When she didn’t reply, I opened my eyes again to her staring at me with a mixture of lust and love in her eyes.

“It’s late. Austin left. Let’s go to bed,” she said. I sat up, taking her hand and allowing her to lead me…anywhere. I didn’t care.

When we got to the bedroom, she turned back to me. She pushed off my jacket, letting it fall to the ground with a thud. Her hands grazed my stomach as she lifted off my shirt, or at least tried to. She stepped on her tiptoes, reaching as high as she could, until I pulled it the rest of the way off, throwing it to the ground.

She kissed both sides my chest, undoing my belt faster than I thought possible. Softly, she kissed down the center of my abs.

“Ahh…” My lips parted when she grabbed my cock, freeing it from my boxers. With each stroke, I became harder in her hands, and completely breathless.

“Amelia …” I hissed as she licked the tip of my cock, and like the evil vixen she was, she grinned, glancing back up at me. Again she licked down the length of me painfully slowly, and I was powerless to do anything but watch. Her beautiful pink tongue swirled around my head over and over and over again, my cock twitching eagerly as she tortured me. Again her tongue ran down the side of me, until she got to my balls. She kissed them before making her way back up.

“Amelia.”

“Yes?” she answered. Before I could reply, she took as much of me as she could into her wet mouth.

Fuck. My eyes closed and my head tilted back as she sucked hard ... fuck … shit… I can’t. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, I thrust forward once, and she grabbed the back of my knees, welcoming it.

She was going to killing me.

When I looked down at her, I could tell she was enjoying—no, loving—the fact that I had no words, only grunts and moans coming from my lips as she matched my pace with each thrust between her beautiful lips. The walls of her mouth closed in around me. If she didn’t stop, I was going to.

“Amelia, I’m—”

Ignoring me, she took my balls, massaging them with one hand and speeding up. As she did, my vision blurred. A shiver went up and down my spine as my toes curled and my grip on her hair tightened.

“Fucking … Christ!” I grunted as I came, and like she was trying to torture me, she swallowed—every drop.

“I’m never going to forget that face,” she giggled, kissing the tip of my dick before standing up again. And I still couldn’t speak.

Proud of herself, she pushed me back, and I fell like a ton of bricks onto the bed.

“Wait here,” she demanded, and I couldn’t think of where else I would rather be but right here, my chest rising and falling as I tried to relax. I kicked off my shoes and the rest of my clothes.

“Where did you go tonight?” I asked when it felt like my heart was no longer trying to escape from my chest. However, she didn’t answer.

“Amelia?”

“Yes, Mr. Sloan?” she said, stepping out of the bathroom.

She stood wearing sheer black lingerie … her hard nipples completely on display for me to see.

I need her.

I need to be inside her.

I need to hear her moan my name.

It was the only three things that crossed my mind, and it was more than enough to get me up again.

Amelia

The moment I stepped out of the bathroom, he said nothing, only walked over to me, picked me up, and threw me onto the bed like some caveman—and I loved every fucking moment of it. He kissed my neck and the top of my chest, undoing the tie holding the front of my lingerie closed.

All that effort to put it on, and it was off of me in a second as he cupped my breasts and licked circles around my nipples before taking one into his mouth, pinching it between his teeth. His other hand reached over to pinch the other one, twisting it as I held back the moan trying to escape my lips. Reaching up, I grab his hair again, my legs wrapping around him. As he moved from my nipple to my mouth, our tongues continue to roll in wet, uncoordinated, languid kisses.