Punk 57
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 Penelope Douglas

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She rolls her eyes, probably at her moms’ stupidity.
I let my eyes fall down her body, noticing her bare leg arched up, but as I drift my gaze back up again, I see the curve of her hip, completely bare, and the side of her torso, visible in her half-shirt.
What the hell?
Reaching down, I left the sheet up, seeing that she’s completely bottomless. No sleep shorts, no underwear…
She snatches the sheet back, covering herself, a rosy blush crossing her cheeks.
“Why are you naked?” I straighten, suspicion crawling my skin.
I don’t wait for an answer. I walk to the closet and throw open the doors, wondering who the fuck she has in here. She was obviously awake and scared when I opened the door.
“There’s no one here,” she says. “I’m alone.”
I look around the room, noticing there aren’t any other hiding places. Except…
I kneel down and throw up her bed skirt, peering underneath the bed.
Nothing.
Why the fuck is she naked then?
I stand up, cocking an eyebrow at her as she shifts nervously.
And then it occurs to me.
Taking the sheet in my hand, I yank it off her, her little whimper falling on my deaf ears as I lock eyes on a small black bullet vibrator.
My pulse speeds up, and I feel my cock instantly swell.
She places her hands behind her, holding herself up with her knees arched up, and chews on her lip, turning her embarrassed eyes away.
I can’t resist an amused smile. I lean down and hook the cord with a finger, picking it up, the black egg dangling in the air. “Thinking about me, were you?”
A little snarl mars her fresh, morning face. “You wish, loser.”
My chest rumbles with a laugh. Dropping the sex toy, I slide my hand between her legs, all the doubt and fear of a minute ago falling away as I slip the tip of my finger into her wet heat.
“Did you come yet?”
She tosses me another scowl, still looking away.
Leaning into her ear, I whisper, “Do you have any idea how perfect you are?”
Her breathing hitches, and she finally turns her face to me. I run my hand up her pussy, over her smooth, toned stomach, and just under her half-shirt, grazing the underside of her breast.
“Show me what you do with it,” I beg.
Her eyes flash up to me, worry and nervousness written all over her face.
I glide my fingers over her hard nipples. “I’ll love everything you do. I promise.”
She shakes her head.
I grip her breast harder, a little whimper catching in her throat.
“Do it now,” I growl, demanding.
Her head falls back, and she squirms a little, clearly turned on, and I moan in her ear, my dick fucking solid.
I hear the clank of the vibrator and remote, and stand up, backing away, so I can watch her. I expect her to lie back, stick the ball between her thighs, and start rubbing it on herself, but she doesn’t do that.
Instead, she slowly turns over onto her stomach and slides the egg between her and the sheet, all the way down to her pussy.
I sit down in the chair next to her bedside table, not blinking even once. I don’t want to miss a second.
Bending a knee to spread herself open, she positions the ball right where she needs it, and I let my eyes fall down her body. The sexy little white T-shirt that ends halfway down her back, her perfect ass, her sexy, tanned legs, and when the buzzing begins…
I groan, my cock straining against my jeans.
She turns her head to me, her body supported up on her elbows, and I see her hips start grinding into the bed, her pussy rubbing against the hard little vibrating ball underneath her. I can barely breathe, I’m so fucking mesmerized.
Her ass moves, rolling in little circles as she pleasures herself, and I hear her breathing get heavier. Looking up, I meet her eyes, one nearly hidden behind her hair.
Her stare is hard as if her imagination has taken hold and it’s me she’s fucking instead of the toy.
“You fuck that little ball a lot?” I ask, my voice husky.
She nods slowly.
“I like watching that ass move, babe.”
“I can tell.” Her amused eyes fall to my groin, probably noticing how hard I am.
She arches her neck back, running a hand up her thigh and over her ass, moaning and grunting faster as she starts to hump harder. Oh, fuck. The sexy movement of her hips, the way her ass thrusts in and out is the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
Her heated eyes fall on me again, luring me in. “I’ve fucked a lot in this bed. Just never with someone else.”
Well, it’s time to pop that cherry.
“Oh,” she moans, her face twisted in pleasure. She grinds her pussy harder, digging into the bed and trying to rub her clit to orgasm.
I lean forward, my elbows on my knees, hypnotized.
“I’m so wet,” she whimpers. “I can feel it dripping over my clit.”
I fist my fingers.
“I like it when you watch me,” she whispers. “It makes me want to suck your cock.”
My eyes go wide, and I stand up, walking over to her. Cupping her chin, I lean down, forcing her head back and her eyes up to me. “You’re a hot little brat,” I growl over her lips. “But only for me, you got that?”
I grab her breast, squeezing it roughly and making her moan. This is mine.
She darts her tongue out, flicking my lip ring. “I can feel you down my throat already.”
I groan under my breath, the blood rushing to my cock. That’s it.