“You look like trouble.”

She was very small.

“I… I’m really not.”

I wondered if her tits would fit into my hands as perfectly as I imagined they would.

“A little liar too.”

She looked even better when she blushed.

I reached out, grabbing her face between my fingers roughly. Her eyes widened and her breath hitched so loudly I thought she’d pass out right there.

“Calm the fuck down,” I told her. “I’m just looking at that pretty face, little girl.”

“You… Can’t just…”

She stared at me incredulously as I turned her face from side to side. Oh yes, she was really fucking stunning.

“Can’t just what?” I asked. When she didn’t reply I yanked her against me, really hard, her body smashing against mine with so much force it would’ve knocked anyone else over. But not me.

“Do you…” Her eyes were begging, even though she wasn’t. Yet. “Do you want to fuck me?” she said, her voice shaky.

“I don’t fuck little girls,” I told her. “I fuck little whores, though. What’s your name?”

She licked her lips. “I… My name is Pet,” she said.

“The fuck kind of name is that?” I ran my thumb over her jaw. Over her lips. I could tell she wanted to suck on it. “Are you a little whore, Pet?”

She just stared at me, and finally nodded.

“Oh yeah?” I moved my hand to her throat and rubbed my thumb against that hollow spot roughly. “Do you swallow?”

A siren blasted in the distance and I looked in the direction of the sound. Then back at her. Her outfit was definitely slutty, but under all that makeup and expensive fucking clothes she looked like a girl. A little girl.

“Yes, I swallow,” she breathed.

“Show me,” I ordered her.

She stared at me as she swallowed her own moan. I felt it through her throat, and laughed when she was done.

“Fun,” I told her. “Come on, let’s go.”

Sirens again. I looked away for a second.

“J-just like that?” she stuttered, and I looked back at her.

“Yeah,” I grinned at her. “And don’t pretend that’s not why you’re parading down the street at 6 p.m. dressed like a high-class fucking hooker.”

She fumbled with something in her pocket and I stared down her jacket.

“Jesus,” I groaned. “Are you even wearing anything under that?”

She looked up, a set of keys dangling from her fingers.

“Come see,” she told me, and walked towards the building we were standing in front of. I looked around, and followed her.

Fancy fucking place. All marble and high ceilings. A chandelier. It sparkled. Not as pretty as her eyes, though.

The doorman stared at us and I flipped him off before we got in the elevator.

“Can you not do that?” she hissed at me, and I leaned against the mirror as the elevator started moving. “I live here, you know.”

I stared at her with my hands in my pockets. She looked pretty furious. It was a cute look on her. “You mad at me or yourself?” I asked her.

“Why on earth would I be mad at myself?” she rolled her eyes.

I motioned for her to come closer and she did, because obviously that’s what she was made to do. Follow orders.

She stopped a few inches away from me.

“Take your jacket off,” I said, and she looked away. And then back at me in the next second. Needy little eyes. Needy little girl. “Do it.”

She unbuttoned the thing with shaky fingers and slid it off her shoulders.

I stared at her face as she exposed her sweet little body to me. And then down, when she couldn’t hold my gaze anymore.

Pretty fucking tits, pink nipples, really small. Smaller than I thought they’d be.

She was wearing a full-on whore get-up. Her legs were quivering under the weight of my gaze. That tiny patch of fabric between her legs had to go.

“You always dress up like that?” I asked her, and she made an attempt to close the jacket.

I moved towards her, and took it off for her. She let me. I folded her jacket over my arm and motioned for her to turn around.

She did.

Tiny ass, too. Really perky. Legs up to her neck. Nice long neck.

She tried to turn back around, but I came up behind her, twisting her arms behind her back. She gasped.

“You should be mad at yourself,” I said into her ear. “Because you’re a very fucking naive little bitch. Who told you to trust strangers?”

She arched her back against me just as the elevator doors dinged open.

Her breath caught in her throat.

There was a couple standing in front of the elevator. When they saw us, their jaws dropped.

“Wanna join in?” I asked with a smile, and they just stared at us.

I pinched her nipple. Really hard. She made a pretty noise, and the doors closed. And up we went.

“You… I…” She was shaking pretty badly.

“Shut the fuck up, little slut,” I told her. The doors opened again, top floor. “This us?”

She nodded and I marched her down the hallway, tits out and all. There was only one door on the floor, and I let go of her so she could open it.

I didn’t look at the apartment because I didn’t really give a shit what it looked like. Whether she lived with her loaded parents or a sugar daddy didn’t really matter to me. As long as they weren’t there so I could bury my cock inside her and fuck her naïve brains out.

I threw her jacket on the sofa and looked around. Paintings. Modern shit that could either be functional or a piece of shit decoration. Weird place.

“It’s… can you come with me?” she asked, and I followed her into a dimly lit room. Floor-to-ceiling windows like in the rest of the apartment. A big bed. A whole lot of kinky fucking shit.

She made a move to close the blinds on those windows, but I stopped her, stood in front of her.

“Don’t,” I said.

“I… Someone could see,” she argued.

“Good.”

I pulled her against me, and her body trembled as I peeled her clothes off her. All of it, even the pretentious fucking stockings. I wanted her totally naked. And shivering.

She stood so close to me I couldn’t get a good look at her, and I knew she was really scared. It made me excited. Made me fucking hard.

“Hey,” I said against her cheek. “Why are you so fucking terrified?”

All I could see were those ridiculous lashes against her cheeks.

“Because I… I want this,” she admitted.

“No shit,” I said. “Come on, little girl. Tits against the window, legs spread.”

She did as she was told, pressed her tits against the glass and spread those slender pins for me. Someone had trained her well.

“Look outside,” I told her. She did.

I took my clothes off, littered the floor with them.

My head was empty.

For once, my fucking head was empty.

No background noise, no annoying fucking voices, no damn distractions.

Only her.

Her reflection stared at me from the window. I stared back.

“So, listen,” I said, running a hand down her back. She mewled and my cock twitched for her. “I really want to fuck you.”

“Do it,” she whispered.

“Yeah, I will,” I muttered against the nape of her neck. She was gasping again. Loud. Almost out of control. Almost on the verge of panic. “I’m not gonna use a condom, though.”

“P-please,” she whimpered. “You have to, I’ll get in trouble.”

“Nah,” I said. I tasted her skin and her legs nearly gave out. “I don’t have to do anything, little slut.”

I thought she would cry, but she surprised me by biting the tears back.

“But hey,” I said, my fingers wrapping around her throat, the other hand guiding my cock between her legs. She cried out. “I’ll fuck your ass, okay? So you don’t get in trouble with your guy.”

She cried out then, finally, her little body resisting. It was too late, though.

I pressed my tip against her little hole and she went fucking wild. I held her in place when I spat on the crack of her ass. She didn’t say a word as I slicked her hole with my thumb. Not begging me to stop, or to go on. So fuck being the good guy.

I pushed my thumb in and she hissed.

“Ready?” I asked but she only bit back a sob.

Fuck it. I pulled my thumb away, replaced it with my tip and pushed in, just past the tight muscle.

She howled with pain and I groaned with pleasure as her ass gripped me.

I had never in my life been inside an ass that tight.

“Fuck,” I breathed, just feeling my cock pulse inside her. She went rigid and motionless in my arms. “Have you had anything up your ass before, little girl?”

She nodded. Her eyes found mine in the window and I stared at her. I felt a little bad. But not bad enough to stop. Especially when she reached behind her and felt around, touching my cock. She gasped when she realized I wasn’t even fully inside her.

“Please,” she whispered. “I… I’m really scared.”

“Do you want me to stop?” I stroked her hair. Pretty curls. Pretty little blonde. Very hard to resist. “I’ll try to if you ask nicely.”

I still hadn’t started fucking her. Being inside her felt too good, and I wanted to relish the moment for a little while longer.

“I…” She stared at me in the window. Her eyes were really fucking wild. For a second I thought she was on something.

“Time’s up,” I told her with a grin. “Don’t worry, little girl, I’ll make sure you like it.”

I wrapped one hand around her waist and pulled on her hair with the other one. She let me, just like I knew she would.

I started fucking her little ass nice and slow. She felt unbelievably good.

She felt frozen in my arms, though. Her skin was really fucking cold and her eyes were glassy. Something was off.

“Jesus,” I groaned against her skin. “You need to… You need to meet me halfway here, little one.”

“I-I’m… okay,” she got out.

I licked her neck. Bit it. Sucked her skin. She melted slowly. First, her fingers stopped cramping behind her back. Then, she threw her head back a little, looking at me over her shoulder. And then she moaned for the first time. A hot fucking moan.

“Just like that,” I told her gently. I fucked her ass harder. She was so fucking… innocent, yet slutty. It was driving me insane. I needed her to want this as much as I did.

“It h-hurts,” she said, and I thrust a little less.

“No,” she cried out. “More like that, please don’t stop.”

I didn’t stop.

I used her sweet little asshole to pleasure myself and with every thrust of my hips, she let me have more of her. Submitted more, gave me another piece of her puzzle.

The silence in my head was deafening. Just her. It was only her that mattered, and it was the first time I had ever felt that way. Like I’d stumbled on a good place, a happy place, where I could tune out everything and everyone, and just make her mine. Because that was all that mattered in that moment.

I could’ve come a few times but I needed her to do it first. From a cock up her ass. Nothing touching her pussy. Nothing touching her tits. Just a hard cock up her asshole and a hand around her throat.

I gripped her neck tightly and fucked her ass so roughly she dug her nails into my skin.

“Oh my God,” she whispered. “You’re fucking crazy. You’re insane. This… it’s so wrong. He’s going to kill me.”

“Probably,” I grunted against her skin. “You need to come for me, little slut.”

“No,” she whispered. “Not from that, I… I can’t come from that.”

I took it as a fucking challenge.

I knew I was going to burst if I kept going at that pace. I could already feel my cock dripping precum inside her ass, mixing with my spit from before.

“You will tonight,” I told her, and she went so slack I had to hold her up so I could keep fucking her. “Oh, little one. You like being fucked like that? Like a fucking ragdoll?”

She couldn’t stop her next moan. It was long and delicious, and she didn’t want me to hear it, because she blushed all over when it left her lips.

“That’s right,” I said. “Moan just like that, and you’ll get your ass filled up just the way you want to.”

She struggled half-heartedly, more for show than anything else. I was really close. Too fucking close to worry about her own orgasm.

“Fuck,” I muttered against her shoulder, my cock making a really loud noise when it left her ass. She cried out.

“Put it back,” she begged. “Please fucking please, put it back inside me. All the way.”

“I thought you couldn’t come like that,” I grunted, rubbing my tip all over her wet little pussy. She was a mess. Such a loud little mess. “Did you lie again?”

“I…” She sobbed, just once, but no tears came. “I don’t know, just put it back, please.”

I did. All the way. I rammed into her so hard and when my balls hit her clit she came apart at the seams from one… Fucking. Thrust.

“Jesus,” I groaned as her body writhed on my cock. I’d never seen a girl come like that. Like a fucking storm. She screamed too, really screamed her heart out. And I held her little body with my hand and pumped inside her one last time, until I felt myself spilling everything inside that tight little ass. There was so much it ran down the sides of my cock and the girl cried when she felt it leaking out. Fucking cried.

“Don’t pull out,” she begged. “Don’t, please don’t pull out.”

She was hysterical. I could barely breathe.

“I have to,” I groaned. “I want to see your ass gape, little girl.”

She howled and I forced my dick out of her with the loudest, nastiest sound. For a second, I looked at her little stretched asshole, the cum leaking out of her while she cried so hard she made herself come. Without anyone touching her. Just squeezing my cum out of her own body, her hands still held behind her back. She just came like that. Fucking crazy.

“Fuck, baby,” I said. “Fuck.”

“You need to leave,” she gasped. “You need to fucking go, now.”

I looked at the door. I’d heard him walk in a while ago. I could feel the anger radiating off him.

“I think it’s a little too late for that, baby,” I said.