9. Saint
9
SAINT
S he walks off, her ass swaying. She’s fucking delicious. Those tits. Damn.
I’d walked up on her as she was sitting up and got a view right down her cleavage. They’re so big and juicy, like her ass. Natural, too. Nom de Dieu , I want to play with her. I bet she’d look amazing tied up, all that flesh bulging between the ropes.
Rope play is one of my twin’s favorite things, and it looks so good against soft curves. The way the rope indents the skin is way hotter when you’ve got plenty to work with.
I’m hard as a rock as I watch her go, and it takes me a lot of willpower not to chase her down and tackle her to the forest floor. I’ve not felt such a visceral reaction to a woman in a long time. It sounds like Lex didn’t like her much, though. Although, he’s like that with most people.
He’s the moodier one of the two of us in general because he’s less patient and it comes across as him being an asshole. I might seem like the friendlier one, but when we play, and we do play together sometimes, he’s the softer of us. I find it much easier to be fun on the surface, but my darkness runs deep. There’ve been a few times he’s stopped me from going too far with my fantasies. The fucker. I laugh to myself. I wonder if little-miss- big-tits is as innocent and sheltered as most of the other women here. She certainly doesn’t look it, but appearances can be deceiving. Verity looks innocent, but she’s hardly a good girl.
Look at that Duchess girl, too. She reminds me of some stuck-up Hamptons princess, and yet she’s been dicking all three of those loser Devils. You can’t tell by looking at a woman what she’s like between the sheets.
I want to find out more about the new girl, so I take out my phone and type a message.
Who is the new girl? Any info?
I hit send to both Lex and Zane.
A few seconds later, my phone buzzes. It’s from Zane.
Biker chick. One percenter. She got dropped off by her daddy and his friends. One of them threatened me not to touch her.
That gives me pause. One of them dared threaten Zane? What the fuck were they thinking? Not that it will stop me. In fact, the danger only makes her more enticing.
You saw him? How come? I hit send.
Watched her arrive. She’s got her own bike.
Interesting.
I’m still fucking hard, so I walk away from the clearing and farther into the woods. There’s nobody around, and if anyone comes, I’ll hear them.
There’s a fantasy running through my head now of her crawling for me. Tied up in some of Lex’s ropes and being made to crawl away from me like a dog. Her ass cheeks parted by the ropes so I can see her pussy. I wonder if it’s as juicy as the rest of her.
Putain de merde —holy shit—I need to come again. It’s been so long since I’ve felt like this. The past few months, I’ve been on autopilot with Zane being away and with no one to fuck around with, and this is an unexpected and welcome distraction. I know I’m a horny son of a bitch, but this is ridiculous, even for me. That girl has certainly had an effect on me.
I unzip and pull out my hard dick. I lean one hand against the tree and grip myself with the other.
I run my hand up and down, wishing I had some lube. I swipe my thumb over the smooth head, gathering pre-cum from my slit. It’s not enough, though, so I roll my tongue around in my mouth, creating moisture, and then I duck my head and spit onto my cock. That’s better. I trace the thick veins standing out on my cock and squeeze the base. It feels good, my balls tightening, and I draw in a breath.
My eyes slip shut, and I focus my mind on the new girl…Ivani.
She’d been all alone, out here in the woods, with barely a scrap of material covering her chest. Our encounter could have gone a whole different way if I’d wanted it to.
I tighten my grip on my cock as I picture myself sneaking up on her, of pinning her down, and tearing off that tiny top. I’d have clamped my hand over her mouth so she couldn’t scream.
Would she like those big tits being slapped? I’d make them red. Then I’d suck her nipples until she was begging me to stop. I’d have liked to hear that. Maybe I’d make her come from that alone. Then I’d tell her what a little slut she was. A cheap, desperate little putain —whore.
As my fantasy scenario builds in my head, my hand works my cock even faster. My breathing grows ragged, and my muscles bunch. In my head, I feast on her. Licking, sucking, biting…leaving my mark on her.
Jesus Christ, I can feel the tingling in my spine that tells me I’m going to come.
The image that hits me at the same time the cum shoots out of me is her looking up at me, eyes wide and tear-filled as I smear her lipstick all over her face.
I paint the tree and the ground with my release, panting my way through it. Then I sag against the trunk, getting my breath back before I put myself away.
Seems I can’t get enough today, and the presence of the new girl at school is only going to make me want more. Except I know my imagination won’t be enough after the first few times of masturbating over her.
I’m going to need the real thing.