My Sweet Bully

She rests her head on my chest, letting me lead her in this slow dance. Her arms tighten around my neck as she closes any space between us. Every inhale pushes her deeper into me, turning her breath into ours.

I exhale with her, allowing us to share more than just this dance. I’m sharing my heart. Every beat belongs to her. Every beat has her name on it.

Scooping her cheeks in my hands, I lift her face up. Her eyes rise slowly as she peers up at me. She looks so small, so unsure of where we go from here.

And I don’t have an answer for her. I don’t know what the future looks like or where we’ll end up. The only thing I know right now is that I love this girl.

“Prairie, I’m not a man who opens up easily or lets people in, but with you, with you it comes natural.” Running my thumb across her bottom lip, I keep my eyes on her. “I meant it when I told you I love you. I mean it with every bit of my soul.”

She smiles, her lashes fanning her eyes like canopies. “I know you do.” Lifting her hand to my face, she touches the split on my lip. “I’d kiss you right now, but I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.”

My eyes flick between hers, and I don’t wait a second longer. I kiss her. I kiss her like she’s the air I need to breathe. I kiss her like I’ll die without her.

I can’t feel the slice on my lip, or the bruise on my cheek. I can’t feel the swelling around my eye, or soreness in my ribs. All I feel is her.

Her mouth on mine. Her tongue against my lips. Her hands moving into my hair. Her tits as she presses in closer.

Nothing else matters. There’s no pain, no hurt, no agony.

Prairie breaks our kiss and takes a step back. Reaching around her back, she unzips the dress. Tilting her head into her chest, she pinches the straps on her shoulders between two fingers and gives me a sultry look.

It’s the perfect mix of sweet and innocent, with a giant dose of naughty and dirty. My cock twitches as she slips the straps off her arms. Dropping the dress, it slides down her body easily, pooling at her feet like a puddle.

I’m mesmerized, my jaw dropping open as she stands proudly in the center of my room like a goddess. She doesn’t look shy or vulnerable. She doesn’t look wary or afraid of rejection.

Prairie looks like a damn angel.

I’m hard instantly. All the blood rushes from my head straight into my dick. Her ivory skin is a canvas, painted to perfection, with small globe shaped tits that have pale pink nipples, and a tight muscular body.

A thin trail of dark hair runs up the center of her pussy, her lips shiny and smooth. My cock is aching, rock solid and angrily begging to be inside her.

“Wow,” I say, thumbing my lip as my eyes lick her body. “You really are so fucking gorgeous, you know that?”

Giving me a playful grin, she sets her hands on her hips and lifts her chin to the ceiling. “I know I love the way you’re looking at me right now.”

A throaty growl escapes from my mouth as I stalk forward. I can’t take it anymore. I need her. My cock is throbbing, my chest hurts because I’m holding my breath as I stare at her.

Grabbing her around the waist, I walk her backwards until she falls on the bed. Letting out a light giggle as she hits the mattress, she nibbles on her bottom lip, and lets her hands fall weightlessly up by her head.

Her legs rub back and forth as wanton need paints her skin. Prairie’s cheeks flush as I grip her knees and spread her legs apart. Her arousal glistens on her pussy lips, and I can smell her sweetness.

“I want to kiss you,” I say, my eyes roaming her hot center. “I want to taste you on my tongue.”

Her legs fall open slightly as I lower to my knees. Digging my fingers into the flesh of her thighs, I squeeze. My mouth is hovering over her pussy, the heat from her cunt is warming my face.

Inhaling a deep breath, I let her scent fill my nose. I can’t explain what the smell of a pussy does to a man. It’s feral, wild, something that’s built into our DNA. My body is warm, my stomach knotting as I bring my mouth to her tender skin.

She’s so fucking wet as I lick up the center, tasting her sweet flavor. I groan into her folds, flattening my tongue against her clit as I lick up. Prairie arches her back hard, digging her heels into the bed.