6. Ron #2
“You’re mixed up, baby girl. The beautiful one here is you, Evie,” I corrected as I leaned in closer, groaning at the feel of her hands on my skin.
The tips of my fingers touched the hem of the shirt she had on, and before I could even ask, she was pulling away only to take it off in less than the blink of an eye. Leaving her topless.
“I, umm… is this?—“
“Perfect,” I cut her off.
My impulsive hands held her breasts, taking their weight and loving the feel of their heaviness before my thumbs flicked back and forth over the tightened peaks of her nipples.
Evelyn tossed her head back and moaned, squirming against the counter, her legs pulling me closer to her.
The sight of it was so fucking erotic it made me feral.
I dipped my head down, dragging my lips over her chin down the column of her neck, and I didn’t stop my journey until I had one of those turgid nubs in my mouth.
I growled at the sweet and salty taste of her while my fingers made it a point to show the other side as much attention as possible.
The taste of her skin was addictive, and I knew there was no way I could ever walk away.
I had no idea what the hell I’d been thinking these last couple of weeks.
Had I really thought I would be strong enough to resist her?
Her fingers dug into my hair, holding on, pressing me closer as the volume of her little squeals and moans grew. “Fuck,” I grunted, pulling away from her nipple with a pop and glancing up at her. “Jesus, baby girl. You’re perfect.”
“Ron,” she whimpered. I knew what she was going to say before she said it, and I was going to give her everything. “More,” she pleaded. I nodded, giving the other nipple the same attention before tugging the sweats and panties down her legs. Leaving her completely bare for me.
“Look at you, cupcake. So damn shiny and wet.” My jaw clenched at the sight of her. “This all for me, Evie?”
“Yes,” she answered almost breathlessly. I grinned.
“This right here is my favorite treat,” I growled, and she blushed adorably. “This is exactly what I’m going to want to eat every day from here on out.”
“Oh god,” she cried, chewing her bottom lip, her eyes locked with mine. I kissed the inside of each ankle as I carefully placed them on the kitchen counter, opening her up. Enjoying the view of her dark pink folds slowly blossom for me. Showing me just how much she liked my touch.
“So responsive,” I murmured, almost to myself. I felt drunk with lust and greedy need that had my balls boiling hot. I dropped to my knees and dove right in. I was way in over my head, unable to control myself to tease her.
“Ron!” she cried out as her hands held me closer to the sweetest pussy I had ever tasted. Her hips started to buck against me, and I grunted, licking and nipping. Trying to get my fill of her feminine honeyed flavor all while knowing it wouldn’t happen. It would never be enough.
Mine, a deep voice inside my head growled, and my fingers moved. I pulled away just enough to watch the tip of my middle finger slip in. Little by little. I somehow found the fucking patience to slow down to enjoy the show. Watching her stretch around my thick finger was obscene.
“So damn tight.”
“Yes!” she hissed, rolling her hips. To reward her responsiveness, I kissed the inside of her thigh and felt her legs start to shake. “Ron. Please.” She quivered, and I felt my lips quirk upward with nothing but joy and desire.
“I got you, baby girl. I got you,” I promised and meant it. Not just for the moment but forever. Not that I said that out loud. There was no need to freak her out with just how deep my feelings ran for her. When I pushed my finger all the way inside her sweet pussy, she bucked off the counter.
“Yes! Just like—“ Her voice cracked as my mouth moved back to give her swollen little clit attention. My grip on her thighs tightened as her sweet pleas muffled because she closed her legs around my head. “Yes! Yes! Yes, Ron!” Her voice sounded hoarse. The pleasure and need for more was crystal clear, and I wasn’t going to let her down.
My dick wanted to get out of my uniform pants and straight into the tight clutch of her sweet honey.
My free hand moved down to undo my belt and unbutton my pants.
The relief was slight but just enough to help me keep going.
My balls and cock throbbed with need while sweat formed at my temples and the back of my neck, but it wasn’t time yet.
Her pleasure and needs went above mine. Today, tomorrow, always.
“Oh! Oh!” she started to pant. “Ron, I think… Oh my! Honey… I, yes!” I could feel her little snatch start to clench around me, and I couldn’t help myself.
When I slipped my finger out, she whimpered and then gasped when I shoved two fingers inside.
Stretching her, scissoring them gently inside of her until I did a come-hither motion, hitting the spot I knew would take her over the edge while I lapped at her clit.
“Yes! Baby!” she shouted as her body bucked in front of me. Her luscious lips parted, and a silent scream came out as wet honey gushed out of her body.
Fucking hell, my sweet baby girl was a squirter, and the fact I’d made her come that hard our first time pushed me fucking close to the edge of bliss. A strong wind could have finished taking care of the rock-hard situation I had going on behind my uniform pants.
“Ron, yes…” She slowly started to come down from her high, her thick thighs falling open wider as her now pliant body relaxed.
“Wow,” she gasped, licking her lips, her hooded gaze locked on mine.
“I didn’t know… that was possible. I’ve never…
not like that.” Her chest rose and fell heavily as she looked down at me with those wide brown eyes I’d been dreaming about.
“Good, cupcake.” I winked, kissing her right knee then her left before standing up.
She sat up straighter. The movement made her tits jiggle for me.
Just the sight of those full tits made me want to lick right between them only to slide my cock in and titty fuck her.
A deep guttural sound vibrated through me.
I was like some kind of caged animal that had finally been let loose.
She started to shimmy off the counter, but I stopped her.
“Where do you think you’re going?” I couldn’t cut the edge in my voice.
“I want to take care of you.” Her words almost made my knees buckle. “Like you did.” Her eyes dropped down to my crotch, and I swear the fucker in there wept, aching for her touch.
“Like I took care of you, huh?” I asked, leaning in closer, kissing her slowly.
Loving the fact she didn’t pull away when we both knew she could taste her sweetness on my tongue.
My hand touched the side of her face just as I pulled away.
My thumb grazed her lips, and I loved the way her plump bottom lip seemed to bounce when I dragged it across her supple flesh.
“You want to put this perfect mouth on me, cupcake?”
“Yes,” she whispered before she swallowed hard.
“Okay. But?—“
“If I want to stop, I just have to tell you.” She rolled her eyes.
“I know. Trust me, I won’t,” she sassed, and I chuckled roughly, shaking my head.
Jesus, she was adorable. You would think I’d just told her we were going on an all-expenses-paid trip to Disneyland with how quickly she hopped off the countertop.
Her eyes rose to meet mine as her small, delicate hands carefully worked the zipper of my uniform pants.
I kicked off my boots, not really paying attention to where they ended up.
The moment those were gone, she helped me take my pants off along with my boxers.
With my cock free and my body left as bare as hers, her gaze felt like a heated touch.
“Wow,” she whispered. “You’re… you’re big. ”
“Baby—“
“No, I mean like… really big.”
“Too big?” I asked, my teeth grinding down. “Want to stop?”
“Not even a little bit. But…”
“What?” I asked, wondering what the hell was running through her head. I could see the wheels spinning.
“Maybe I could do something a little different?”
“Like what?” I rasped, wondering what the hell my beautiful cupcake had in mind.
“I haven’t had dessert yet,” she announced, linking her fingers with mine, bringing her body closer, her body heat radiating in waves against mine. “I always like a little something sweet after I eat.”
“A little something…” But I didn’t ask anything else. How could I when she led me to the small, weathered dinette table and had me sit down on the chair? “Wait here for me? Please?” she asked sweetly.
“For as long as you want, baby girl,” I promised and meant it.
My gaze devoured her as she moved away and straight to the fridge.
My eyes locked on her luscious ass. My brows bunched, and then my heart felt like it was ruthlessly pounding through sludge when she shut the door, and I saw what she held in her hands.
“Evelyn.” Her name sounded like a prayer in my own ears.
She opened a tub, and from where I sat, it looked like the vanilla whipped cream she added to her eclairs. Her hips swayed back and forth as she made her way closer to me, and my mouth ran dry.
“Baby.” I swallowed, unable to put two words together. And it was more than impossible when she kneeled in front of me.
This was how I was going to die.
She was going to kill me if she was about to do what I thought she was going to do.
“When you ate the éclair this morning and left, all I could think about was what this would be like.”
“This?” My voice cracked like some pre-pubescent kid’s.
“What it would be like.” She leaned over the bench seat of the dinette, grabbing a throw pillow I hadn’t noticed.
“Be like?” I swallowed, watching her. I sounded like a fucking parrot, but if she was annoyed, she didn’t show it. Evie tossed the pillow onto the ground, and when she kneeled in front of me, I didn’t think I could speak.