Chapter 20 Boys Who Tease, End Up On Their Knees
Boys Who Tease, End Up On Their Knees
Roman
Isla clung to me in the most perfect way as I carried her into her bedroom, illuminated only with the faint light of her living room lamp.
My efforts to place her gently on the bed were swiftly interrupted when Isla pulled me down with all her strength. Fuck, she arched her back in pure ecstasy, and I was in complete disbelief that this was real.
My hand traced up her body toward her neck, all of her relaxing, moaning at my touch. Listening to her voice drove me insane. Somehow, my shirt flew off, and she pushed me up, taking her position on her knees on the bed in front of me, her eyes overtaken with lust and provocation.
With authority, she reached over and pulled down my sweatpants that she stole from me. I was literally motionless at how brazen she had become. An innocent, sweet girl, ripping my clothes off. Her eyes glued to me, she slightly pulled back to take in the sight of my naked body.
Her lips crashed into mine again, and her soft and warm hand clasped around my cock, sending my emotions into overdrive. Christ. Isla—fucking horny for me. A literal dream had come true. She wanted to pleasure me, she wanted to taste me, and I would give her everything she wanted.
"Fuck you, Roman,” she whined into my neck, pumping my cock faster and sending my eyes into the back of my head as I tried to remain standing.
"Fucking teasing me. Strong body, big dick.” She imitated me while her delicious and soft tits pressed into my chest. "Boys who tease...end up on their knees,” she whispered, rendering me mute again.
Who was Isla?!
I took matters into my own hands and pushed her down onto the bed, her little laugh injecting life into me.
Isla sprawled on the sheets like a goddess, eyes closed, a daring smile on her face. My lips landed all over her exposed body, and she enjoyed every second of it. Fuck yes, her little sounds of pleasure clouded my brain, and I began to finally pull off her ridiculously small pajama shorts.
I watched her body become completely naked and saw that Isla didn't wax or laser it all off, and it awakened something primal in me.
Jesus fuck, Isla, you didn't have to hit all the checkboxes. In all honesty, I hated when women had absolutely no hair down there—give me something. I wanted to be with a woman, and always seeing pussies that had absolutely nothing down there didn’t turn me on.
Grown women had hair, and I wanted it. And here was Isla, confidently delivering on my every wish and fantasy.
Everything about her made me want her more.
I spread her legs and gave her pussy a long and hungry lick, eliciting a loud moan. Oh my fucking God, I couldn't think straight; I just wanted to taste her again and again. Afraid that she would somehow disappear from my hands, my tongue made its way onto her clit, inside her, and all over.
“Oh my God, Roman…” Her voice—moaning my name—pierced my ears and soul.
I just wanted to hear it again. I licked her pussy like an ice cream on a hot summer day.
I couldn't get enough. What kind of magic power did she hold between her legs?
Fuck yes, my mouth on her, my hands all over her body, and finally, I put two fingers inside the sweetest, warmest, wettest, tightest pussy I'd ever come across.
“Such a pretty pussy, baby.” I was in a trance, intently focused on the woman who breathed life into me. My large, tattooed fingers made it inside her tight, pink pussy, and the contrast was intense.
I wanted to corrupt her. To taint her. To make her forever mine.
“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck…” Isla’s voice encouraged my actions, the sweet taste of her in my mouth.
I took a second and buried my tongue inside her, licking, tasting.
Feasting. Then, I dragged my tongue to her clit, working it in a way that gave me the best reaction from her.
Her sweet juices soaked my fingers as I pumped them in and out of her, forever connecting myself with her.
I only ever wanted to taste her from this day forward.
Isla moaned louder, and I kept my pace and actions the same, determined to push her over the edge. Yes, so fucking close—her body grinded against the bed, and my tongue worked her clit non-stop as her orgasm tore through her.
Slightly trembling in my arms, I watched the most beautiful woman come down from her high, her perfect body and soul all mine for the taking.
Slowly, I pulled out my fingers and licked off every single drop.
It tasted like heaven.