Chapter 14
Girth
I followed Lila into her house, and being back there made me feel strange. We hadn’t spoken much since we got on my bike and now she walked straight into the kitchen and started boiling a kettle.
I looked about her house, remembering the way I’d felt the last time I was here in this room. I could already feel a movement in my pants as I watched her walking around. The way her ass moved in that yellow dress, how her hair fell delicately around her shoulders; everything about this woman made me lose my nerves.
She turned to me suddenly.
“Do you take sugar or milk with your coffee?” she asked me, but I knew she’d caught me staring at her ass.
“Just black,” I replied and I could feel the back of my neck burning up. Lila made the two mugs of coffee for us, and she brought them towards me. Instead of offering one to me, she just stood there, staring, with the two mugs in her hands. It was like she could see right through me, read what I was thinking exactly in my head.
I gulped, studying her face closely. Her perfect pink lips, her wide blue eyes, her slender chin.
“Put those mugs down, Lila,” I said, in a low deep growl. She gulped, but did what she was told. She bent forward to put the mugs down on the coffee table and straightened up to stare into my eyes again. Her breasts were thrust out, and my gaze travelled down to them. Her eyes were now on my crotch. She could see my cock tenting my jeans and we both knew what we wanted, what was going to happen.
I lunged at her, grabbing her by her waist and she wrapped her arms around my neck. Our lips had collided, before she sank into me. My tongue pushed her lips apart and I tasted her, exploring her mouth.
Lifting her up by her waist, I carried her to her bedroom, while we continued kissing. I kicked the door open with my foot, while my teeth tugged at her lower lip and she moaned. I could feel her heart beating fast as her breasts remained pressed up against my chest.
I dropped her on her bed, and her body bounced on the mattress lightly.
I was done taking it slow. I was done with fucking foreplay. This time I wanted to possess her completely. I wanted to be inside her and leave my mark in her.
Lila’s eyes were shining bright as she stared up at me.
I stood at the edge of the bed, undoing my belt and she parted her legs.
My jeans fell down, followed by my boxers and I gave my erect, throbbing cock a quick stroke. She licked her lips and I could see the desire glistening in her eyes.
I bent forward towards her, with my hands on the insides of her thighs, pulling the hem of her dress up her legs. She shuddered under my touch and moaned, throwing her head back while her lips remained parted.
Her thighs were soft and delicate, and my hands travelled all the way up to her wet pussy. Her panties were drenched in her juices and I tugged at them, pulling it down her legs and then throwing it away.
“Girth…” she breathed my name like a sigh, as my fingers found her juicy folds. She was tight, so ripe and she was all mine for the taking.
I stroked her clit and her pussy, and she writhed on the bed.
With one hand on her pussy, and one on my cock, I guided myself towards her. She was arching her back, jutting her hips out towards me in invitation. I couldn’t prolong this anymore, this time I was just going to take her.
My cock slid into her, pushing her folds apart and stretching her pussy as I entered her. She was tight and small, just like her delicate petite body and I had filled her up fully. Lila’s face reddened and she reached out and placed her hands on my chest as I began thrusting.
“Am I hurting you?” I growled, as my thrusts became wilder. My cock was pounding into her, and she shook her head. Her mouth was hanging open as her body bounced with every thrust that I made.
I was grunting, losing myself inside Lila. Her tight pussy was wrapped around my cock and I was sliding in and out of her. Her legs were stretched wide apart and she moaned and gasped. I knew I was deep inside her, I could feel it. Was I the biggest she’d ever had? I knew it had taken her a few moments to adjust to my size, but she hadn’t complained; now she was beginning to enjoy herself and she felt amazing.
I rubbed her clit as I pounded into her, and she screeched loudly. Her clit was swollen and throbbing, ready to explode and I helped her along, rubbing and stroking it. I had to do everything in my power to not come inside her immediately. I wanted her to come first.
She moved her hips, arching her back and biting down on her lip.
“Come for me, Lila. Come!” I commanded, in a firm voice. She pressed her eyes close and moaned, then I felt her body shake violently and she was coming. Her sticky juices were flowing out of her, and I didn’t stop pounding like a machine. Neither did my fingers stop stroking her clit. She came screaming and asking for more.
It was only when her moaning subsided that I began to slow down. She was breathing hard, with her mouth open, staring up at me with her eyes shining bright.
“I’m not done yet. Turn around,” I said, sliding my cock out of her pussy.
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Placing my hands on Lila’s waist, I flipped her around on the bed. She gasped when I did it, and then thrust her ass towards me as I straightened up behind her.
Her dress was pulled up around her hips, so that her bare ass was now presented to me like a dish on a silver platter. My hands itched to feel the smoothness of her ass and I squeezed it with both my hands. She was soft and fleshy, and her skin dimpled when my fingers dug into her ass.
Lila moved her hips and moaned, inviting me to do what I wanted with her.
“You are so fucking gorgeous,” I mumbled and I reached for her breasts from behind. Cupping them in both hands for support like a harness, I guided my cock towards her pussy.
Lila gasped again when I slid into her. I was groaning when I started thrusting again, repeatedly, with more force this time and her body shook.
“Girth…” she said my name again, like she was pleading with me to do something.
“What do you want, Lila? What can I do for you?” I asked, pounding into her. Her pussy felt even more tight now, as I thrust into her from behind. She was in front of me, moaning and shuddering with every push. Her hands were on the bedsheets, clutching them tightly and the bed shook with my force.
“I want you to come inside me. I want it, Girth, please,” she begged and I growled before I drove into her faster. My cock was deep inside, stroking the folds and the walls of her pussy with rough friction. I could feel her body shaking again, the way it did when she first came. We were going to come together, I could feel it.
I lifted my hands away from her breasts, and with one hand on her waist, I bunched up a thick section of her hair with the other. I was riding her, fiercely and she moaned with desperation. I wasn’t going to stop till she came again and she knew it.
“Girth, I’m coming!” she screamed loudly and I could feel her squirting her juices. My cock was slipping and sliding in the stickiness and it was too much for me. I released at the same time, my cock shot its seed out into her pussy and I growled and fell on her back. My arms were wrapped around her waist, my cheek was pressed to her back while my cock pounded into her, milking the very last drop.
I was breathing hard, when my orgasm finally began to subside. I could hear her breathing loudly too. She fell down on the mattress immediately after, and I crashed down with her, covering her body with mine.
We lay like that for a few moments, before I finally moved, slipping my throbbing fulfilled cock out of her pussy and crashing down beside her on the bed.
She turned to me. Her cheeks were flushed and her face was glowing with excitement, as I guessed mine was too.
What had I done? Why couldn’t I stop myself? Why couldn’t I resist this woman no matter how hard I tried.
Lila was watching me, as though she was waiting for my reaction. I was wracked with guilt. The pleasure of the first few moments after a great orgasm was clouded by my guilt and rage. She could see it too, and the light in her eyes dimmed.
“Girth…” she said, and reached her hand over to touch my face. She was weaving her fingers into my beard and I clasped my hand around hers. I knew she was expecting me to push her hand away, but I didn’t. I couldn’t stop touching her, no matter how wrong I knew it was.
“I think I want a smoke,” I said, finally moving off the bed. Lila remained lying there on the bed, with her dress pulled up to her waist.
“Okay, I think I’m going to nap, I feel strangely happily tired right now,” she said, and I watched her as I pulled up my pants.
She was settling into her bed now, pulling the covers over her. For a moment, I had a flashing image of what life would be like if we were living together. How beautiful she would look every morning when I woke up beside her.
Lila smiled lightly at me, as I took the box of cigarettes out of the pocket of my jeans.
“You can smoke here if you like,” she suggested and I pulled a cigarette out of the box with my mouth.
“I’ll smoke outside, you should get some sleep,” I told her and Lila fluttered her eyelids.
I turned from her and walked to the door.
“Girth,” she called to me and I stopped and looked at her again.
“Can we talk when you get back?” she asked, in a quiet voice.
What could we possibly have to talk about? What we were doing was wrong and I needed to find a way to make it stop, to resist her. But she looked too beautiful right now to be denied anything.
“Sure, yeah, we’ll talk,” I said and opened the door, hoping that she’d be fast asleep by the time I was done chain-smoking a few cigarettes.
I walked out of her house and onto the porch. I lit a cigarette and pulled the smoke into my lungs. I could feel my hands shaking lightly as I gripped the ledge of the porch and looked around me.
No weapon, no fist-fight, no armed men had been able to bring me to my knees the way Lila had, and she was the only woman I couldn’t truly have. It wasn’t just about her father, she had told me about her dreams of running away from this place, moving somewhere where nobody knew her. It meant that we could never have a future together, because I would never be able to leave this life behind. It was the only thing I knew to do well, the only job I was good at.