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Beckett
I sit on the edge of my bed, watching Selah come out of my ensuite, wearing a pink sleep shirt with white dots all over it. She asked me to stop by her house on our way back from dinner with her friends so she could feed her goldfish, Willy, and get more clothes and whatever else she needed to spend one more night with me.
I was more than happy to stop there considering that I would have offered to do pretty much anything to ensure that I could keep her here until at least tomorrow evening. I can tell that having this time together has made her feel closer to me, and she’s let go of some of the timidness she always carries around her like a shield.
I want to continue making her understand that she is safe with me, and making sure that her time with me is always enjoyable.
She walks over to me, her delicious legs distracting me as she comes to stand in front of me. I wait for her to get closer before reaching out and pulling her to sit down in my lap. She lets out a small squeal, as she plops down on me.
She plays with her fingers, and I lift her chin so that she meets my eyes. “Tell me what’s wrong, angel,” I say gently, trailing my fingers over her back.
She sighs, rubbing her arm, “Do you think it will be weird for Edison tomorrow seeing me here again? I told him that I was staying the night yesterday because you were gone, and I wanted to help Gana. But now I’m here again, and he’s a very smart child. I don’t know if you really want to tell him about us yet, because you don’t know how he would feel about you and I..” she trails off, and I smile at her now familiar rambling.
“He will be ecstatic to see you, sweetheart, just like he always is,” I respond. “I know that soon we may need to explain to him what’s going on between us in little people terms, but for now we will just call it a slumber party if he asks, ok?”
She laughs, her shoulders finally relaxing, and I kiss her on the forehead. My eyes roam over her sleepshirt, and I move my hand until it disappears underneath it.
She wiggles in my lap and I stifle a groan. “Stop squirming, angel,” I grit out, moving my hand up her inner thigh.
She stays still, her eyes dropping down to follow my hand. “I love this night shirt,” I mumble, leaning over to kiss her neck. “You look so pretty in it.”
“T-thank you, Beck,” she whispers, running her finger over the back of my hand.
I rub my thumb over her thigh, “What do you have on underneath here sweetheart?”
Her finger freezes on my hand and she looks up at me through her eyelashes, not responding.
I run my tongue over my teeth, “You don’t have to answer, Angel. I can figure it out myself,” I say, wrapping my arms around her waist.
I lift her up and bring her over to the pillows, gently laying her down. My body hums in anticipation as I push her sleepshirt higher up her thick thighs until it reaches her hips. My cock swells as I see she is indeed wearing underwear, nice white panties with lace running along the top of them.
I see a small wet spot on them, and I run my thumb over it. “What is this, sweetheart?” I question, dragging my eyes up her body.
She avoids my eyes, and I palm her pussy, squeezing it roughly. “Answer me, Selah,” I demand.
Her eyes dart back to mine and her eyelashes flutter, “It’s from sitting on your lap. I liked it,” she admits, her voice shaking with anticipation.
I ease my hold on her, rubbing my thumb over her wet spot, watching it spread as I play with her through her sweet panties. “Hmm. Why do you like sitting on my lap, angel?”
She starts to breathe faster, her hips rotating in the same direction as my finger. “I could feel you underneath me and you were..” she whimpers, her voice tapering off a I move my thumb faster.
I move up her body, leaning down to whisper in her ear, “You could feel how hard you were making me, squirming around on my cock, couldn’t you my little angel?”
She nods, pushing her pussy against my hand, and I smirk at her. “Do you need something, Selah?” I tease, moving my hand away.
“Yes,” she whines, grabbing my wrist. “Please, Beck. Keep touching me.”
I look her over, watching her chest rise and fall quickly, seeing the desperate need in her eyes. I almost want to continue teasing her, but I’m just as desperate to watch her come again as she is to feel it.
I slide her panties to the side and hiss when I run my finger through her wet folds. I spread her open and look down at her beautiful pussy, licking my lips in hungry anticipation. My eyes meet hers and I hold her gaze as I slip a finger inside of her. A sweet moan escapes her and I lean down to kiss her stomach.
“I bet you can take more than this, can’t you, Angel?” I ask, continuing to pepper kisses over her stomach.
She smiles shyly, nodding her pretty head, and I slowly slide another finger inside of her. I pump them in and out and she writhes underneath me, moaning and palming her breasts through her shirt.
“Beck..yes, right there,” she begs, her eyes squeezing shut.
My cock leaks as I watch her getting closer to the edge. She lets out another loud moan and I have to restrain myself from fucking her with more than just my fingers.
“I don’t know what’s louder, this wet pussy, or your fucking moaning,” I rasp, moving my fingers faster inside of her.
Her eyes flash open and the heat in them tell me that she must love my dirty words. I don’t even know where these words are coming from. With her I just act on instinct and do what I feel we both need.
I move up to kiss her, and push aside her hand to massage her breasts myself while I wrap my tongue around hers.
I pull back and look down at her, “Are you going to come on my fingers, pretty girl?” I whisper, running my tongue over her bottom lip.
Her pussy clenches around my fingers and I bite her lip, “That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me.”
“Beck!” she whines, her voice breaking off as her fingers pull me in deeper, her whole-body tensing as she comes.
I continue to play with her gently while she comes down from her high. She smiles lazily up at me and I slowly take out my fingers, licking them clean, and savoring her sweet taste. She watches me through hazy eyes and I smirk at her then kiss her on the forehead.
“You taste like a dream. I can’t help myself,” I say.
She giggles and when I go to move off of her, she grabs my arm.
“Wait! Can I touch you too?” she asks, her eyes gliding down to the obvious bulge in my briefs.
I slowly inhale my breath, trying to calm myself down. “Of course you can, angel. Anything you want,” I rasp.
She pushes herself up and moves to the floor. I keep my eyes on her, stalking closer to her as she looks up at me with nervous anticipation.
I could come just from the eager, sexy look on her face. Her big brown eyes stare up at me like I’m about to give her the best treat in the world.
Fuck she is so perfect.
I bend down and lift her shirt over her head, tossing it aside. “I want to see those tits while you suck me off, sweetheart,” I rasp.
She watches my thumbs move to hook into the sides of my briefs, pulling them down and over my aching cock, finally letting him free.
Her full lips form into a silent “O” as I stroke myself, letting her take in all of me. Her hand tentatively reaches out, and I grit my teeth as her soft fingers touch my cock. Her eyebrows knit together as she takes in the full length of me.
Apparently she thought I was joking with the nine inches comment I made a while ago.
I reach down to rub my hand over her soft curls, “I know I’m big sweetheart. But you can handle it for me, can’t you?” I ask, tilting my head at her.
She bites her lip, nodding her head enthusiastically, “I can, Beck,” she responds confidently with a look of determination in her eyes that makes my cock twitch.
She focuses her attention back on it now, stroking me slowly. Her eyes linger to where the tip is glistening with precum, and her tongue darts out of her mouth, swirling around my head until it is clean.
A growl rolls up my throat and I fight the urge to thrust into her mouth. “Go on,” I murmur.
Her hot mouth closes over my shaft and I swear for a moment that I may pass out. My fingers thread into her hair, and I force my eyes to stay open to watch her head bobbing up and down intently.
She takes me in her mouth as far as she can, and every time she returns to the head, her tongue rolls around it, making me groan.
I push my hips toward her, dying to get myself further, not stopping until I can feel the back of her throat. She gags around me, but doesn’t move as I hold myself there, looking up at me with watery eyes.
“ Fuck , sweetheart that’s so good. I knew you could handle me,” I praise, stroking her cheek as I slowly pull back, letting her catch her breath.
She pants as I pull out, licking her lips before wrapping them back around me again eagerly. She hollows out her cheeks and sucks me into her mouth like a fucking Hoover.
I try not to pull her pretty hair too hard as I squeeze it in my fingers, but it is so damn hard. I love getting head like any man does, but getting it from Selah is a whole other level I’ve never experienced before. And I know it’s because of what she means to me beyond the physical attraction we share.
Her nails press into one of my thighs and I realize that she has felt so amazing that I didn’t even feel the sharpness imbedding into my skin this entire time. She’s loving this almost as much as I am, and I would bet money that her sweet little pussy is wet all over again.
“Fuck, I’m going to come, sweetheart. You want it?” I groan, rubbing her hair. I twist my jaw, weighing my next words before finally saying them.
“You want Daddy to put it down your throat?”
Her eyes light on fire and she moans deeply, the feeling vibrating up my shaft. I’m a fucking goner.
My body tenses and I steady myself from falling over as I start to come. A string of expletives leave my mouth as she hungrily drinks me down.
“Don’t swallow it all,” I grit out, pulling out of her mouth. I lean down and tuck my hands under her arms, lifting her up to her feet. I tilt her chin up, my eyes fixed on hers.
“Open. Let me see it, little girl,” I demand.
Her nostrils flare, and she slowly opens her mouth revealing my cum inside of it. My cock twitches as if it’s ready for a new round, and I push on her chin to close her mouth. “That’s a good girl. Swallow it now,” I say hoarsely.
Her mouth closes and she swallows, then licks her lips, smiling at me wickedly.
Who would have thought that my sweet little Selah likes to play so naughty?
Satisfied, I pick her up bridal style and bring her over to my bed. “Bedtime, sweetheart.”
She yawns and quickly tries to cover it, making me chuckle. “I’m not that tired,” she protests softly as I lay her down. “Let’s watch something together.”
I pull the sheets up over her, admiring her gorgeous curves one more time before I cover them. “Ok, we can watch something for a little while,” I agree, giving her a kiss. I turn the tv on, and get in bed with her, dragging her closer to me.
Despite her request to watch something, she falls asleep in just a few minutes, drifting off as I stare at her and wonder how I can ever possibly live far away from her ever again.