Chapter 4 #3
I give her whole pussy a lusty lick. I do it again, flattening my tongue over her clit.
Her ass clenches as I home in on the sensitive nub, tracing its sides and sucking on it with just enough pressure to make her hips jerk.
She’s glistening with a combination of my spit and her juices, and there is a lot of juice.
“Am I better than Jayden?” I ask. I push my index finger inside her, just to my first knuckle. She’s so hot and tight it feels like she’s sucking me in.
“Yes,” she gasps, rocking her hips. She’s hard to get inside, but I really want in.
There’s something about the challenge that makes me want to open her up as much as possible.
Maybe it’s the way she winces and moves her hips, like she can’t decide if it’s too much or she wants more.
I want to give her more. I want to hear her moan and see tears leak down her face.
I’m much too big for her—much too big, and the thought of her sobbing while I rip her apart has me close to coming. Fuck!
But not tonight, not like this. I sound like a pussy saying I don’t want to ruin it, but I think she’s a virgin and no girl wants to lose it when she’s high to a guy she doesn’t like.
And I don’t just want tonight with her. Imagine getting this every night.
Hearing her beg me to hurt her—once she understands that’s what she likes, because I’m not sure she does, and girls can freak and say all kinds of shit if they feel used or confused.
No, I was right before—I can’t fuck her.
But that doesn’t mean I’m going to just stop.
“I’m going to make you come. Do you think you can be quiet?”
She shakes her head, grinding her pussy on my knuckles. She loosens up just a hair and I’m able to get two fingers in to the second joint. It’s ridiculous. Her pussy is drooling, but nearly impossible to get inside.
With a firm grasp, I pull one of her nipples sharply away from her body.
She lets out a soft mewl of pleasure and begins to play with her other breast. My hand moves experimentally, twisting and tugging at her sensitive nipple, eliciting even more moans from her.
Encouraged by her response, I jam my fingers into her wetness, and she shudders.
That response is everything I’ve ever dreamed of.
My roughness giving her pleasure is like fuel on the fire of my lust. I’ve always held back with girls because as soon as I start doing the things I like, they get mad and want to stop.
What if I don’t have to do that with Deja?
We’ve barely scratched the surface, but just the possibility makes my balls throb.
I have to get her off before I embarrass myself and come all over the floor.
My mouth latches onto her clit, sucking and licking as my fingers hammer into her.
Her legs close around my head, muffling the sound of her cries.
She digs her hands into my hair, nails scoring my scalp as she grinds her pussy into my face.
I suck even harder. Her heels dig into my back, and her back arches as she comes shuddering like a leaf.
I ease up, but I continue licking her gently until she pushes me away, her cheeks wet.
She gives me a sleepy smile before closing her eyes.
She’s drifting off, satisfied, but I’m still hard as a rock.
That’s not a problem. I almost stop the recording, but then I have another idea.
With one hand I pick up the phone and aim it at her body.
The other frees my dick and strokes it from root to tip.
It only takes a few pumps of my dick to get me to the edge.
The first shot of hot come hits her in the middle of her chest, oozing down towards her collarbone.
The next splashes onto her breast, dripping off of her pretty nipple like donut glaze.
Then I aim for her stomach, coating it with my essence before finally reaching the thatch of hair at the top of her mound.
“Fuck,” I moan as the last spurt lands on her thigh. My legs feel like jelly. I want to sink down next to her and pass out too, but I can’t do that, can I?
I pan the camera one last time over her come splattered body, then turn it off.
The sight is both erotic and satisfying, like a stamp of ownership, however temporary.
She may not know it, but as far as I'm concerned, she's now mine. I think I’ll take my time in claiming her fully, though; savor the experience.
I go to her ensuite and soak a washcloth in warm water.
I meticulously wipe down every inch of her so well you’d never know how thoroughly I despoiled her if I didn’t have the photographic evidence.
I poke through her drawers and find an oversized T-shirt I’ve seen her wear before as pajamas.
The whole time, she’s as floppy as a sex doll.
I’ve got to find out what that stuff was she took so I can avoid it like the plague.
I could do anything I wanted to her right now—it’s sick.
Once I've tucked her in, I turn out the lamp.
“Sweet dreams, princess,” I whisper before slipping out the door.