CHAPTER 8
Duke
I can’t,” I say, but tasting her is too much.
“We can,” she says.
“It’s not right.”
“My dad’s not here.”
“It’s still not right. Not here. Not in his house.” I’m saying the words to her, but I don’t believe them myself. It’s bad judgment to continue, but it’s even worse to let this woman slip through my fingertips. If I tell her she has to do what’s right for herself, then I need to take my own advice. She’s what’s right for me. Now, and a lot, lot, longer. I’m trying not to tell myself…trying to deny that I could want this girl so much, so fast, but there is no denying it. No more. She’s the one. The only one for me, and I’m the only one for her.
I scoop her up in my arms and carry her up the stairs to her bedroom. I open the door with my hip and carry her through the threshold. The contrast to my living conditions is immediate. I live in a Spartan no-nonsense apartment. She lives in a foo foo pink and white girly teenybopper room, or what I would expect such a thing to look like. I wouldn’t know. I’ve never seen so much pink in my life, but there’s only one pink I’m intent on seeing…hers. Her dark pink lips. Her light pink skin. The pinkish hues of her nipples and of course the part I want the most.
The warm, gushy place I want to put my tongue. Insert my fingers. Slide in my cock.
How I want her deep pink walls to clamp around my thrusts, but fail. Fail because I’m too strong. I’m too powerful. And I’m too turned on by her. Her pussy will be no match for my dick, but this is no competition. The more our bodies do battle, the more we feel alive…and the more we both win.
I lay her down on her single bed and pull my wet shirt off over my head. I’m already almost as drenched as she is.
Her shirt is soaked clear through. I’m teased by the shape of her body, the perkiness of her nipples poking through, and the water on her skin that makes her look fresh and clean.
I grab a shirt that’s lying across a chair next to her bed and quickly dry her hair as much as I can. I don’t want her getting sick. She’s going to need every ounce of strength she’s got to take everything I’ve got planned for her.
I pat her hair dry for twenty seconds and throw the towel back on the chair. Neither one of us wastes a second as we slide out of our clothes. I see my wet pile lying on her floor next to her pink slippers with a Hello Kitty logo. It’s about the only girly brand I know, partly due to my stint in Japan. It strikes me how different our lives are, and yet how those differences in age and experience can come together and blend so well.
I’ll watch over her as she grows into a young woman, but right now the only growth I’m concerned about is my throbbing cock and her elongating nipples.
I slide a hand underneath her and kiss the side of her neck. Her neck arches into me as her head leans away. She’s exposed to me, and I take the opportunity to lick all the way up and back down the side of her neck before gently biting her collarbone, which is so feminine and accentuates that long neck of hers.
My hands come up and grab her shoulders as my mouth darts to her earlobe, gently tugging before kissing her in that spot right behind her ear, and I’m rewarded with a soft moan from her lips.
I feel the end of my cock pulse, sending it gently across the skin of her thigh, causing her midsection to tighten and my cock to wish it were already deep inside her.
I’m trying my damnedest to draw this out, but my resistance is proving futile.
I kiss down the length of her body, letting my hands linger longer as I rub circles around the lines of her breasts before pushing up and across her chest, feeling her rock hard nipples underneath my palms.
I continue playing with her tits, and when my tongue reaches her belly button I trace the ridge before playfully flicking the inside, before resuming my path further south to the sweetest of desserts. She’s my cherry pie and I’m going to eat up every last piece.
My hands slide down along the sides of her body, until I reach her waist. I grab her hard and pull her midsection closer to my face. I’m staring down her hole, and I’m ready to dive in and never be seen again.
I invert my grip, bringing my fingertips in, then sliding them across her inner thighs and pushing out, spreading her legs wide for me. The sight of her open for me brings out the animal.
I dive in face first and lick her opening hard straight up, not missing single bit. I can smell her scent as her juices cover my taste buds. As my tongue rises off her pussy I swallow hard, taking her in and I move quickly to kiss her right on the lips. My tongue’s had both sets of her lips and I’m intoxicated from her liquids from both.
I dart back down in-between her legs and lick up again, causing her to thrust her hips forward, pressing her pubic bone into my lower jaw as I follow through in my motion. We continue in this pattern, each time I reach the top she grinds her pussy hard into my face. She’s quickening her pace and I’m feeling her pussy hard against my mustache area, my mouth, even my teeth, before my jaw delivers the final pressure to her clit.
She’s moaning like she’s in pain, but I know it’s all pleasure by the vice grip of a hold her hands have on my scalp. She’s pushing my entire face into her cunt, and I’m as desperate to be inside her as she is to have me there.
I bring my hand up and slide two fingers in. She’s so wet there’s no need to lick them first, but when I pull them out I lick them just to enjoy the taste. To smell the areas that are too deep for my tongue. To taste the change in her sweetness the deeper her hole goes, and is she ever sweet. I want to milk her pussy and put it in a bottle and carry it around with me all day and just drink from it like it’s my own personal steroid. Her natural rivers giving me strength, energy, vitality and a huge fucking boost of adrenaline and testosterone. I’m the Ponce de León of her pink pussy’s fountain of youth. I’ll never age another day in my life as long as I drink from her well.
I twitch my finger back towards me as I take her clit into my mouth, rolling it around gently across and underneath the tip of my tongue.
“Right there!” she says, and I stay the course for another couple seconds before her hands release my scalp and her thighs lock hard against my ears, blocking out every care and sound in the world except one…the scream of the orgasm that I’m giving her, and the tidal wave of taste she’s releasing straight into my mouth.
I push up with my head, spreading her legs. I have to see her face, as she experiences this. She’s breathing out hard through her nose. It’s more of a grunt, sounding like a bull that’s preparing to charge. As violent and aggressive as it is it’s still feminine as fuck and has woman written all over it. I can’t get enough of this girl, but I’m sure as hell ready to try. I know I’m going to fail and that’s where all the pleasure’s going to be. Spending the rest of my time on this earth tasting her, teasing her, pleasing her and living each and every day with her, and in so doing making me the fucking luckiest guy to ever set foot on dry land or swim in the depths of the seven seas.
Being with her is more than the rush of jumping out of a moving helicopter at night over the Pacific, and swimming to shore. I never came close to drowning then, but I’m already in over my head now. This girl is too much. She’s going to own each and every inch of me, but right now I’m going to own each and every inch of her.