Chapter 20
I run my hand up the back of her neck, gripping her hair there, and deepen the kiss, devouring her. Our tongues meet and I forget the world outside, as if only the two of us exist. With my other hand, I grab her firm ass and pull her closer, like we could merge into one.
She feels my cock, already hard as a rock, and the little devil brings her small hand to it, touching me through my pants.
I don’t stop her—I want to see how far she’ll go.
Then I feel her fingers on me, a soft, warm, delicious touch.
I moan into her mouth as she starts stroking me, and when I tighten my grip on her hair, she whimpers.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“You gave me pleasure yesterday. Today it’s my turn.”
She pushes me and I drop into the chair I was in just minutes ago. She pulls my pants down and my cock finally springs free as she looks at me and runs her tongue over her lips. Damn.
She wraps her small fingers around my cock, and it’s so thick with arousal it barely fits in her hand.
Then the little devil leans in, looking into my eyes as she runs that wet tongue along my entire length, up and down, while I roar with pleasure.
This girl is going to drive me crazy. She takes me in her mouth, hot and soft, sucking and licking while stroking me with her hand.
I can’t hold back—in just a few minutes, I come, and she swallows everything, drop by drop.
Then she gives me a naughty smile, looking into my eyes and running her tongue over her lips like there’s still cum there, making sure nothing goes to waste.
“Where did you learn to do that, huh, you little devil?”
I say, pulling her up and sitting her on top of the desk.
“I may be a virgin, but I’m not innocent.”
“I’ve noticed that. And you’re here just to drive me crazy, aren’t you?”
“The goal is for us to go crazy together.”
She’s wearing a dress, which I lift to her waist, and I tear the fabric of her panties, leaving her pussy bare for me. I look into her eyes and touch her with one hand—she’s soaking wet. All I want is to fuck her right here on this desk, but not yet.
I go down and run my tongue along her entire slit.
She has a delicious flavor I can’t quite place.
I crouch on the floor, spread her lips with two fingers, and slide my tongue into her little hole.
She moans—she’s all pink and it enchants me.
With my other hand, I touch her clit as she lies back on the desk and moans again.
“You’re going to wake the whole house, my little devil.”
I remember the tape I have in one of the desk drawers and solve the problem by covering her mouth.
“There. Now I want to see you scream with pleasure, because that’s exactly what I’m going to give you.”
I kneel again and continue what I was doing.
I place her feet on top of the desk, leaving her even more open for me, and keep sucking and licking her entire delicious pussy.
I intensify the movement on her clit and finally she comes, but I don’t stop.
I slide a finger into her little hole and suck her clit, giving her more pleasure because I want to see her come for me until she goes limp.
And that’s exactly what I do—she comes once more, twice, three times.
Her legs are shaking. She’s completely limp. I stand up, remove the tape from her mouth, kiss her, and say:
“Are you satisfied?”
“I’d like to see how I’m supposed to get to my room now.”
I smile at her words. I really did leave her with wobbly legs from how relaxed she is.
“I’ll carry you. Don’t worry.”
I lower her dress, tuck what’s left of her panties in my pocket, and pick her up—she’s so light. I carry her up the stairs and into her room, placing her on the bed.
“See you tomorrow, my little devil.”
I leave the room, heading straight to mine, thinking about the moments we just shared, how delicious they were. She’s bold—despite being only twenty years old, she’s quite naughty, and I confess I’m loving this naughtiness of hers.
I enter my room, sit on my bed, take her panties from my pocket and smell them, trying to identify the scent. I come to the conclusion that it’s strawberry too, just like her mouth.
“Ah, Amy, you’re going to end up leaving me completely bewitched by you—your scent, your touch, your blowjob, your taste. Everything about you is delicious.”
I never felt this way with Luma. We always had great sex, we satisfied each other, but we didn’t have this connection like I have with Amélie. Thinking about it makes me feel guilty, because Luma was my wife and I loved her.
Still with Amélie’s panties in my hand, I try to relax and sleep. I want to see where this goes. My thoughts drift back to minutes ago, how good it was—just touching her made me feel satisfied. With her on my mind, I fall asleep.
I wake up the next day to the alarm clock, like every day, go through my morning routine, and head down to the gym.
I find her there, punching the punching bag.
She has two braids, one on each side. She doesn’t notice me come in, and I decide not to approach—what if I catch one of those punches? I can’t have a black eye.
I go to my usual exercises. When she notices I’m there, she stops punching the poor thing and turns to me.
“How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough to watch you destroy that poor punching bag.”
“I could punch something else too.”
“No, thanks. I'd rather stick to lifting my weights.”
“Ever think about taking up martial arts?”
“Not my thing. I prefer guns—more effective than punching someone in the face.”
“So you have a gun? I’d love to learn how to shoot.”
I look at her with enthusiasm I don’t actually feel, imagining her with a gun in her hand, wondering what she’d do with it.
“You can’t learn.”
“Can you picture yourself holding one? Owning a gun means taking on responsibilities.”
“Now you’re calling me irresponsible.”
“That’s not what I meant. One of these days I’ll take you to a shooting range, and you can see what it’s like.”
“Ahhhhh, thank you!”
She lets out a little squeal and starts bouncing around like a girl who just got the present she’d been wishing for. Amélie is full of surprises—professional and responsible at work, but also a total kid at heart. I smile and get back to my workout, or I’ll be late for work.