Chapter 11 #2
She practically splutters the word, and I grin wickedly. It makes her swallow the sound. That and I kiss her.
“Unless you’re in a dress, and it’s the dead of winter, you’re not wearing them again. When I want your cunt, I’ll have it. You already agreed it’s mine. I’ll do what I want with it.”
“Yes, sir.”
She smirks until she sees what that does to me. I can barely keep from ripping her clothes off her. She’s feeding my dominant nature, and I’m ready to show her the beast in me.
Well, the sexual beast. Not the monster who does things every day that should have me locked in the basement of a super max prison somewhere in the middle of nowhere.
“You, little girl, are temptation incarnate.”
“Have you looked in a mirror, Joaco? You’re sin in a suit.”
“Only for you, chica.”
I lower myself onto my elbows, wrapping a lock of her hair around my right index finger. My left hand wraps around her neck and cups her jaw. My thumb sweeps over her cheek.
“I won’t wear panties anymore.”
“Good girl.”
She lifts her head and snags my mouth in a kiss that devastates my restraint.
I let go of her hair and pull her skirt up to her waist, so I can reach the waistband of her thong.
I’ll enjoy the view of her ass in one another day.
Undoubtedly, she thinks this is just dirty talk.
I’ll feast my eyes on it right before I spank her for disobeying me.
I tug her panties down as she fumbles for my belt.
She pulls it loose from my pants before reaching for the button.
However, I pull away. She huffs and looks like a pissed off kitten.
I kiss her nose before kneeling between her legs.
I lift her arms over her head before catching her wrists in one hand.
I hold the buckle next to her left wrist as I stretch to wrap the belt around the lamppost next to the sofa.
It’s sturdy enough that I don’t fear knocking it over.
I quickly fasten the belt to bind her to the lamp.
“Joaco?”
“Right where I want you.”
I unhook the three cloth-covered buttons that are way too small for my fingers. They look like the pearl ones I’ve seen on my cousins- and sisters-in-law’s wedding dresses. If I was confident it wouldn’t piss her off, I’d rip the fuckers off.
I kiss across her tits, loving how her bra presses them up as she lies beneath me. She pulls her arms, already forgetting she can only move where and how I allow it. She arches her back, making her wishes known without saying anything. I’ll get to her nipples when I’m ready.
Instead, I unfasten my pants, pushing them down far enough to free my cock.
She watches as I stroke myself. Her left eye narrows, but she says nothing to share her annoyance.
She doesn’t want me to pleasure myself because she isn’t getting my attention.
Or maybe she wants to do it. Either way, I taunt her.
I draw her right leg over my hip, keeping it from hanging over the side of the sofa. I pull down her bra as I align my cock with her pussy. I lean over her tits, enjoying them far more than I should.
I feel like a thirteen-year-old boy looking at “boobies.”
I’m practically drooling.
I lift her breast and clamp my teeth around her nipple, tugging, as I thrust into her. She screams, unprepared for the overstimulation.
“Oh my God!”
She moans as she pushes her heel into my lower back and the other into the sofa as she fights to lift her hips to match my rhythm.
I keep her pinned to the sofa, making sure she understands I control this round.
I’m too tall to maintain this position for long, so I stretch out again.
I slide my hands up her forearms until I can reach her hands, my weight resting on my elbows by her ears.
I work her cunt, feeling it squeeze every time I bottom out.
She drains a drop of pre-cum every time she Kegels.
At this point, it doesn’t matter that I’m not wearing a condom.
It really does feel different doing it bare.
I’ve only gone without a condom once before—and now we know why it’s important to wear protection.
I don’t regret it though.
At least, not yet. But I don’t think I will.
It feels too fucking right, thinking about being with Tre and having a family with her.
“Joaco, please. More. Harder.”
I slam into her, making her scream again. It’s not in pain. I’d stop immediately if I thought I might harm her. It’s need. It’s impatience. Her fingers claw the air, but she can reach nothing but the back of my hands now that our fingers are intertwined.
“Come on, chica. Come for me.”
“Trying.”
The breathy word’s laced with frustration as she concentrates. I lift my weight enough to let her move her hips in tandem with mine. She rolls them, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone as I kiss her neck.
“Fuck, Joaco. How do you make it feel so fucking good every time?”
“You were made for me, Tre. Me and me alone. All of you is mine.”
“Yes!”
Her body tenses as she comes. I wonder if it was just the stimulation against her clit and her G-spot. Or was it my possessive comment? Both?
“Come again, chica.”
“Yes, sir!”
Our gazes lock, and I thrust harder. She bites her lower lip. I shift my weight, so I can pull her lip free.
“You’re driving me to the edge, Tre. Fuck, you’re sexy as fuck.”
“Come!”
“Demanding little girls don’t get what they want.”
It might kill me to have this restraint.
I pull back and sit up. I pinch and twist her nipples until she whimpers and thrashes her head.
“Sorry. Sorry. Don’t stop, Joaco. I ache for you. I need you.”
“Need me to do what?”
“Fuck me!”
“Fuck me what?”
“Fuck me, please!”
“Fuck me, please, what?”
“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Joaco. Fuck me, please, sir. Better?”
I chuckle darkly. The moment I do, she realizes her error.
I pull out of her before lifting her hips and turning her over.
She hasn’t warned me that her tits are sensitive, but I’m still careful as I arrange her on her belly.
I don’t know if she’s tender there at all.
I’m precise as I bring my hand down on her ass.
I spank each cheek twice before landing my hand across her entire ass, my fingers spread wide to cover it.
“Holy fuck! That burns like a mother.”
“It’s supposed to. Now, want to try again with those requests?”
“You mean my demands.”
I spank her again. “I’d make them requests, little one. Otherwise, I’ll fuck you from behind and get off, leaving your poor little pussy begging for my cum.”
“Please, no. Please let me come. Please give me your cum. I want to get you off, Joaco. Please.”
“You beg so nicely.”
I pull her hips up and help her shuffle forward to ease the strain off her arms. When she’s comfortable, seeing me lean forward to check her expression, she nods.
I straighten before once more thrusting into her.
I fuck her even harder, my left hand gliding up and down her back as my right searches for her clit.
My index and middle finger rub circles over her clit until she’s trembling.
“May I come, sir?”
“Yes. I can’t last much longer. You’re so fucking tight, Tre.”
“I hope you think that in eight months.”
I barely hear what she mumbles, but I’m certain of what she said. Has she decided to have the baby? Does she fear I won’t want her as her body changes?
My left hand grips her shoulder as I pound into her over and over. She screams again, and I can only imagine what her neighbors must think.
“I’m coming, Joaco!”
“Me too.” I groan as I feel my cum shoot forward.
If sex with her isn’t the death of me, then we might manage a happily ever after.
That is if her father and uncles don’t kill me.