ALTHEA
Jealousy. That's what made Gavin rush in like a madman. At first, I just thought he was being some possessive stalker, but he's made it apparent in his own strange way that he does care about me. That I'm more to him than just some business transaction.
I have a hard time keeping a satisfied grin from my face when I think of it that way. We could have something real.
With his sweet words about me being the best purchase he's ever made, my arousal is at its full height. I want to make him happy. I want to be everything he has ever dreamt of. I have to prove to him that I'm as extraordinary as he thinks I am.
“Well, if we're both extraordinary people, then we should do extraordinary things together,” I purr against the stubble on his cheek, slowly grinding down on him.
His pupils dilate when I pull back and look at him, crawling off of his lap and sliding a hand down the front of my body. He opens his mouth as if to speak, but no words come out. The suspicious expression he's giving me hurts a little, but I know just how to earn his trust.
My fingertips graze the front of my shorts before touching the heat between my legs. The fabric presses to my folds. These shorts are so damn tight, I'm sure he can see them. What he can't see is my clit swelling with desire for him, but he'll discover that soon enough.
I do a little strip tease for him, shimmying out of my shorts and exposing the blue cotton panties beneath. I then pull up my shirt so he can see the flat of my stomach. My other hand returns to teasing over my folds. With less thick material in the way, my body is beginning to feel sensitive. Just thinking about having him inside of me again has my pussy watering. I'm still a bit sore and not sure if I'm ready to take him into me again yet, but I want this too badly to wait.
His eyes follow my hand as I slide it down the front of my underwear, barely grazing my pussy lips before pulling it back out and using both hands to round the globes of my ass. My movements come naturally knowing that he's watching me. It's as if wanting to please him has set me on erotic autopilot. I just hope that I look as sexy as he makes me feel.
I turn to the side, giving him a better view of my ass. My nipples are beading inside my bra. A quick glance down shows them on display beneath the material. A readjustment of my gaze shows me that I'm not the only one with swelling body parts.
I kneel between Gavin's splayed legs, looking into his eyes and licking my lips as my hand finds his erection. It bulges crudely beneath his slacks and seems to grow thicker from my touch.
Going straight for it would be exactly what he expects, though. And I want to tease. I want to get him so riled up that his balls ache for me. So instead of immediately pulling his dick out to pleasure him, I move up to unbutton his shirt, starting from the bottom. He watches me work. Realizing that this is all about him, he relaxes against the sofa, allowing me to do my thing.
I kiss every inch of exposed flesh, watching his abs flex from the feathery touch of my lips. He has a nice tight six-pack that extends down into the front of his pants. I admired it when he was naked last night, but the lighting wasn't as good as it is now. He must spend a lot of time working out to keep so fit.
His tie is in my way, but I don't want to take it off. I bite it with my teeth and try to playfully fling it out of the way, but it just falls back down and smacks me in the face. Gavin chuckles, which makes me blush in embarrassment. But he quickly comes to my aid, grabbing it and tossing it back over his shoulder.
“That didn't work out how I had planned,” I grumble while I fidget with another button.
“Sometimes things don't, but that's not always a bad thing.”
I sense a hidden meaning behind his words, but I don't bother taking the time to process it, keeping my focus on the task at hand.
Once I finish unbuttoning his shirt, I lick all the way up his stomach and chest, using the defined line in his abdomen as my guide. When I reach the top of his chest, I place my hands on his thighs to help give me height as I crane my neck to kiss his lips. He caresses my face, holding me in place for the kiss, his eyes growing hooded with lust.
Once our lips part, his hands begin to wander freely. He leans forward to grope my ass, giving it a gentle squeeze before reaching for the bottom of my shirt. I know it's in the way. It hangs over my butt, covering it. I expect him to pull it all the way off, but instead, he just rolls the bottom until it's resting on the curve of my ass. Then his hands go back to groping.
I lean in to start kissing his chest again, pushing my hips back so that he can't reach me anymore, taking control. I kiss my way down his stomach while I unfasten his belt and pull it off. Then I clip his fly between my teeth, unbuttoning it with a quick tug. By some miracle, it gives way immediately, and I hear the faint sound of his zipper sliding down a click or two as if his cock is helping to free itself from within.
I'm not ready for that yet, though. I dip down lower, mouthing his hardened length over the thick material.
Gavin lets out a soft hiss and brushes my hair away from my face so he can watch me. “You're being very bad.”
“Am I?” I muse, kissing and mouthing him over the material for a few more moments before I pull his zipper down and reach into his boxers to draw him out. His flesh is fully engorged and hot to the touch. I lick my lips as I gaze down at the impressively sized member that was inside me last night. “And what do you do to girls who are very bad?” I challenge him.
He cups my chin, drawing my gaze back up to him. His eyes are searing. “I widen their pretty little cunts.”
“Oh, my.” Heat rushes up my neck from his crude words. “And do you plan to do that...with this?” I wrap my hand around his throbbing shaft, squeezing it hard. He sucks in a breath, his veins pulsing against my palm. His eyelashes flutter for a moment before his gaze settles on me again.
“You're playing a dangerous game, little girl,” he warns.
“Well, it's still my turn.” I give him a mischievous grin before licking him from root to tip.
His jaw goes slack as he watches me. I alternate between stroking him and holding him in place while my tongue explores his masculine appendage, licking him a few more times before I take him into my mouth and suck on the tip. He tastes like salt and man. Different but not unpleasant. Beads of pre-seed leak out from his slit, coating my throat like a sticky web. When I swallow them down with him still in my mouth, he shudders.
I lick him like a drippy ice cream cone, watching his expression and the way he reacts, memorizing what seems to drive him crazy. When my jaw begins to grow tired, I sit up and pull off my shirt, tossing it to the side before tugging down the cups of my bra so that my small tits spill over. I grope and squeeze my breasts, my body writhing rhythmically as if he were beneath me.
“Let me help you with that.” He offers with a sly smirk, reaching around me to unclasp my bra. When he draws one of my nipples into his mouth and bites, I squeal, my hands flying into his hair. “I don't think it's your turn anymore.” He gazes up at me, and his hands wrap around my tits, squeezing aggressively. I never knew that pain could be so pleasurable. The fact that he's being rough has me immensely turned on, though.
He pinches my nipples, pulling me closer by them. Our lips meet, and as he continues to tweak and tug my taut peaks, I can feel electricity zipping straight down to my clit.
“I'm going to fuck you so hard,” he groans against my mouth. “If you think you're sore now, you better wait until I've fully had my way with you.”
“Is that a challenge?” I'm stupidly excited by the prospect of how that will feel.
“Maybe we should take this to the bedroom,” he suggests before placing a sloppy kiss on my neck.
“Alright,” I reply, in a daze from his affection.
He stands, causing me to move aside, and starts disrobing the rest of the way. When he starts to reach for his tie, I stop him.
“Leave it.” I get up and wrap my hand around it, using it to pull him down for another series of heated kisses. “You're such a beast, I might need a leash to control you,” I tease as I turn from him, never letting go of the tie, using it to lead him to the bedroom.
“A leash isn't going to do anything to stop me when I'm pounding into that cunt.” He slaps my ass hard while I walk, causing me to jump.
We reach the bedroom, and he spins me around so that he's against the bed. I giggle as he falls back, pulling me on top of him. Though the sound leaving my throat transforms into moaning as he cups my breasts and begins sucking on my nipples one at a time. Gavin hooks his hands around my waist, keeping me in place while his tongue laps at my sensitive buds before his lips wrap around them and apply pressure. I arch my back, feeling my clit buzz and my hole grow hungry to have him inside. I'm so damn slick I can feel the moisture on my panties.
“I need that dick,” I whisper, because nothing has ever been truer.
“Do you?” He sounds utterly pleased.
“I do.”
“And what would you do for it?”
I start to pull back, wanting to crawl down his body and take him into my mouth again, but his grip on my hair stops me.
“No more of that,” he tells me. “If you want it, take it. Take it how it was meant to be. Inside you.”
Pink assaults my cheeks as I realize what he's after. He's right, though. I don't want to wait for it any longer. I need him inside of me like I need air to breathe.
I straddle him, leaning down to kiss his lips. His cock twitches, his bulbous tip tapping against my stomach.
“He seems eager.” I gently palm his shaft, giving it a soft stroke.
“He wants to see what you can do.”
“You're going to give me performance anxiety.” I pout.
“You think I'm giving you control just because you're on top.” He arches an eyebrow. “You have no idea how this works, my dear.”
“Then show me.” I lift myself and guide him to my cunt. His head is at my entryway, and I prepare to slide back on him.
As soon as I'm about to lower myself, iron hands clamp around my waist, keeping me up. I give Gavin a bewildered look.
“Do you want it?” he asks.
I nod, biting my bottom lip. Again, I try to press down, but he keeps me in place. Instead, he pushes up ever so slightly, not enough to enter me, just enough so that his glans nudges at my hole, wetly kissing it.
“Oh, that's no fair.” I frown.
“Is it not? Don't you want to feel every inch as it pushes into you so slowly.” He relaxes his grip on me, pressing me down so that he slides in maybe a centimeter deeper and then stops again.
The stretching sensation is intense, the feeling of having something too big inside. His helmet isn't even all the way in yet. I groan, feeling the soreness from last night come back to life as he spreads my inner flesh.
“You're a wicked, wicked man,” I tell him.
“Does Little Girl like games?” He gives me a mischievous look.
“Games?” I parrot.
“We're going to play Simon Says for adults,” he begins to explain. “I'm going to tell you what to do, and you're going to listen. But if you don't obey, then it's game over. I take your toy away, and you don't get to play with it for the rest of the night.”
“You wouldn't do that.” I glare at him.
“Try me,” his voice is all challenge. “Now, I'm going to take my hands off of your waist, and you're going to stay exactly as you are. You won't sink down an inch further, no matter what I do to you. Do you understand?”
I nod in acknowledgment, wondering what he could possibly have planned for me.
He slowly takes his hands from my waist as if he fears I'll fall the second he removes them. I hold steady, though, waiting for his directions. His gaze settles on my tits, perky and pointing towards the wall. He licks his lips and then pinches my nipples, sending a wave of electricity straight to my clit that has me clenching around his tip.
“Very nice,” he hisses. “Your tits are just begging to be played with. And I know that playing with them makes you super wet.” He tweaks my nipples as if proving a point. “But my cock wants to play, too. Writhe your hips, taking me just a little deeper. I want my head inside your tight little snatch, but no further.”
“Oh God,” I moan, tossing my head back as he continues teasing my chest and I begin to sink.
I've never felt insanity like this, I think as his glans crests my entryway, popping inside with the tiniest bit of pain. The pleasure I feel from my nipples being played with and my body rotating on what little bit of his cock he'll allow me to have is making me want like I've never felt before. Every ounce of me wants to drop my weight, to feel him spear up into me. I'm almost certain I would climax the second he was all the way inside, and my body so desperately needs to come.
“How do you do this?” I ask breathily.
“Do what?” He tugs hard on my nipples, causing me to gasp and my pussy to clamp around him.
“Make me ache for you. It was supposed to be the other way around.”
“Are you aching for me?” his voice is full of amusement.
“Please let me have more of your cock, Master,” I beg, embarrassed by the sheer lust in my tone.
“Maybe a little more.” He grabs my ass, taking control as he lowers me one more inch. The feeling of him spreading me makes me shudder. My clit pulses with mini-contractions. Still, I feel greedy. It's not enough. Never enough.
Gavin slips a hand between my legs, his thumb deftly pressing against my clit. I whimper, seeing stars almost the second he touches me. One rotation of his thumb has the world going black around me.
“Fuck these games,” he says in a tone every bit as desperate as mine.
I cry out as his hands push me all the way down and I'm filled to the brim with him. I barely have time to process what's going on before I'm flung onto my back, my leg hiked up into the air. His cock slams inside of me with such force that I can barely breathe. Pain and pleasure collide as I'm stretched to the max, his thick swollen heat spreading me again and again.
I grasp for anything that can ground me, my nails clawing at his sides. If I'm hurting him, he gives no sign. He looks like an animal driven by his natural urge to fuck.
He's fucking me. So hard. And I don't think I'll ever get enough of it.
“Yes. Oh yes,” I scream into the night as he drives into me again and again.
His breathing is unsteady. There's sweat on his brow. I can feel wetness beneath my nails. It could be sweat. Could be blood. The wildness in his dark eyes takes me to a place I never knew existed.
My thighs ache from him pounding between them. His balls slap so hard against me I wonder if it hurts him. He picks up the pace, and I lose all thought as I crash over the edge of bliss again. The sex last night was good, but this is in a completely different league. I never knew it could be like this.
Gavin lets out an animalistic growl as he pushes into me and stills. I feel his cock swell over and over again, and my insides fill with heat.
“How does it feel to be bred?” he snarls into my ear.
“Amazing. Fucking amazing.” I know he didn't want an answer, but I have to say it anyway. It's the hottest thing ever, knowing that he's filling my womb with his seed. Claiming me.
“This pussy is mine. I'm going to fill it full of my come every night.” He pumps his hips one last time, and I feel his contractions subside. When he rolls off of me, he immediately pulls me into his arms. I rest my head on his chest, panting heavily. “You will not go home tonight,” he tells me. And I know it's not debatable.
I wouldn't dream of leaving anyway.