My need for her is unstoppable. I pull myself away from her obedient little mouth because I can’t take this anymore. Getting my cock wet doesn’t mean shit to me right now. I need to taste her pussy, run my hands over her curves, take her in my hands.

I know there will be no greater sound in the fucking world than having her screaming my name while I grind out an orgasm deep inside her.

But for now, I have something else in mind. I need to make her feel good, have my name painted on her lips. She’s mine, and I need to show her exactly what that fucking means.

I pull my cock away from her mouth and press her down onto the bed, my fingers trailing down between her breasts as her body goes down in front of me. I’m hard as a rock. Her soft body opens for me, but she’s scared. It’s in her eyes.

“Cherry, relax. It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you.”

She keeps her elbows propping her up behind her, and her knees together in front of her, bent. Her open mouth parts wider and her tongue slides out and runs along the top corner of her mouth.

Fuck.

I lean down slowly and put my hands on her knees, spreading her legs open for me. She mewls, her mouth making that dirty little sound just for me.

“Do you think I’m going to hurt you?”

Her knees yield softy at my words. Her eyes flash down to my cock and back up to meet my gaze.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

I crawl up the bed as her legs open up. Her hot pussy is just behind the tight leather; I can feel it. I breathe in the hot air between us as I reach my hands up, caging her beneath me.

I slip my hands over hers, holding them in place at her wrists as she leans up, our mouths crushing together. This kiss is different from the one before. She had shown restraint out on the floor with everyone watching. Now, she’s helpless to fight herself. She lifts her ass off the bed and tries to grind into me, but I crawl up higher and straddle her slim waist.

I feel her soft skin yield under my touch as I slide my hands up her arms, loosening my grip on her wrists. The delicate white skin is left with the mark of my fingers. She’s my woman, and as I look down at her, she knows.

She feels it in the air between us as I extinguish it. Space collapses and we move as one. My fingers trail down the sides of her breasts and she arches her back, reaching behind herself to unclasp her corset.

But I put my hands behind her back and grab her wrists again, holding them there. I back off of her and stand up slowly, my cock rubbing against her as I pull her close to me, her hands still pinned behind her like the good girl she is.

Her breath hitches deep in her chest and she rolls her hips toward me, her eyes cast down at my cock. That pretty little mouth, her pretty little pussy - she wants me. She wants me to fill every single one of her holes and mark her with my cum, make it so everyone knows she’s mine.

The sick realization that I need to drop her off and speed away from her for her own fucking good makes my chest grow hot. I see red behind my eyes, and all I can do to stop it is spin her around and toss her down onto the bed.

“Please,” she says as she hits the mattress.

“Please what, Cherry?” I smile as she gathers her body up, tucking her knees under her. As she glances up at me, I can see the blood pumping through her veins, her pale skin tempting me to use her and make her innocent body raw with my cock. “What do you want me to do to you?”

Her lips part and she exhales, her tongue coming out to moisten her lips.

“Please touch me,” she whispers. She tosses her long red hair over her shoulder with a slight flip of her head and her eyes trail down my hard torso to my cock. I reach out and spin her around to grab her hands and pin them behind her back, making her unable to move.

“Just like that, right Cherry? You want to know who the fuck you belong to now. You want to feel it. Feel it, baby.” My grip grows tighter. The fingers on one of my hands curl easily around both of her wrists, pinning her still. Like a butterfly caught and kept safe behind glass. Perfect and untouchable.

My wet, sweet little Cherry.

“Yes,” she moans, her head tilting back. “God, yes.”

I slide her knees down the bed toward me and push her body forward gently, making her lie face down. That ass was the second thing I liked about her. The first was her face, the perfect alabaster glowing in the sun like a hard stone made soft under my fingers.

With my free hand I start to unclasp her corset. Each clasp and hook popping open is like a little firecracker hitting the ground, making my cock harder with each snap! in my ears. There’s a thin black cord that I pull from the small button holes criss-crossing against her back, and it comes free with a simple tug. All these locks holding her safe, and I open them all. I make her come undone.

She stiffens up under my hands as I open the corset, revealing her smooth, perfect back. I slide the corset and her bra away from her body and her tits spill out, and I see little hints of the supple round flesh slipping away from her body as her tits become free.

I take hold of my cock and pump at it a few times. I could go off just looking at her, cum all over her back and let her know that she’s mine. Make her damn sure of it. But I stop, letting my big purple head hang there, and I press my hands against her back, sweeping her long hair away from her neck, and I kiss the exposed, delicate flesh.

She’s so sweet. She could break under my touch. That’s not going to stop me from showing her how fucking good I can make her feel.

Her eyes open and she looks up behind her back, her forehead wrinkling as she sees my dick. Yeah, I’m fucking leaking precum, and I can’t stop that. I should let her lick it up, make her swirl her tongue around the tip of my cock. But I need to taste her, to feel her, to know what she sounds like while my tongue is on her clit. How she moves, how she grinds, how she begs for it.

“Please,” she says again. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”

“I’m not making you wait for anything. This is what you get when you’re with me.” I growl into her ear as she moves her ass against the air, trying to get contact with my body.

My hands run down her body and stop at the edge of her low-cut leather pants. I move my hands to her front, slipping one of them down between her and the bed.

“Use me,” I command.

“What...what do you mean?”

“You know what I mean.”

She begins to move, and carefully, cautiously she starts to move against my body. Her hips move sensuously in circles as she grinds against my fingers, and I keep them hard and stiff for her to do exactly what she fucking wants. I jerk myself off at the same time. That ass encased in leather is too good for me to let it go to waste.

I’m reminded again that I can’t keep her. I’m reminded again by how fucking good this is, by how compliant she is, how pliant yet innocent, that it isn’t going to last.

I pull my hand away from her. I can practically feel her wetness through her clothes.

She whimpers again in protest. She’s going to beg for me. I don’t have to say a word. When I take my hands away from her pussy, I bring them around to her tight, full ass, taking fistfulls in my thick fingers.

“God, Sean,” she moans. There’s my girl.

“I like when you say my name, sweetheart.”

I let my fingers hook over the edge of her pants and pull them down. I see that she’s wearing a little back lace thong. Slowly her pants peel off her skin, and I take her round ass in my fingers again, massaging her flesh.

“Ohh,” she moans, little sweet whimpers making my cock rage.

I slide the pants all the way off her, leaving her in just her little thong. Her knees bend up as I remove the last of her clothing. She’s as eager and as fucking hungry as I am.

I grab her hips and flip her over. Her hair flips and a few stray pieces fall over her face, and I brush them away before I take her tits in my hands, rolling her perfect, tiny pink nipples between my fingers. Her eyes close and her head tilts back, and I pull at them gently. Her eyes fly open and her mouth opens.

“Oh my God!” she cries out. I don’t want to hurt her, but seeing her squirm like this is so much fucking fun.

I drag my fingers down her body and kiss her stomach, all the way down to her soaking wet pussy. I put two fingers on her clit through the joke of a pair of panties she has on, and nuzzle them against her slightly.

“Who’s pussy is this?” I growl, rubbing her slippery pearl through the soaked fabric.

“Yours,” she moans. “It’s yours.”

“My what, baby?” I lean down and kiss the inside of her thigh, nudging her legs open wider with my chin. The soft flesh inside her bristles and becomes red as stubble rubs against her.

“It’s your pussy.” Her body melts as I put both of my hands underneath her ass and rip her panties away with one easy motion. Her cunt is soaked, and as I take her pink, engorged clit into my mouth, she shudders against my lips. I roll my tongue over her gently, flicking her inside my lips.

She’s fucked. I’ve never seen a girl get so wet before. She’s never going to taste pleasure this sweet or a cock as good as mine ever fucking again. And I’m never going to touch a girl as wet and as ripe and as fucking perfect and pure as her, either. She’s never going to meet a man again who knows how to treat her like I do.

Ever.