Sweet Little Lies
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But if I could keep her by giving her that kind of pleasure, I saw that as a win-win for both of us. Being inside her was more than just a fuck. It was more than an erotic experience. It was mind blowing. Soul claiming.
She stretched causing her small feet to peek out from the covers. Her arms lifted over her head and she yawned. I enjoyed witnessing such pure beauty. If I hadn’t spent most of the night naked and inside her I’d say it was the picture of innocence. Even though I’d had her clinging to me, clawing me, and begging me to fuck her, she still held that beautiful innocent glow.
Blonde hair spread out over the pillow as she turned her head toward me. Two slow blinks and then a small shy smile. Exactly as I’d imagined it. I’d watched her, studied her, and been fascinated by her from day one. I knew her expressions. I knew what made her smile and how to cause anger to flash in her stunning eyes. When she tried to hide an emotion, I knew it. There was little I didn’t know.
“Hi,” she whispered then turned to face me.
“Hi,” I replied. I stayed where I was enjoying the view. Trying like hell to believe it was real and not some fleeting dream.
She sat up taking the covers with her to keep her naked body covered—as if I hadn’t memorized every inch of it already. But the modesty was cute. It was Beulah. I wouldn’t want her to change anything. She was exactly what I wanted.
“Have you been up long?” she asked sitting there with her legs tucked underneath her.
“Not too long. I didn’t want to disturb you, so I made coffee and decided that watching you from a safe distance was better.”
She ducked her head and blushed. The shyness after last night’s wild and wicked events was as adorable as it was silly. She’d begged me to fuck her just hours ago. Now she was red in the face knowing I watched her sleep.
“I’ve licked your slick pussy, bit your ass, and shot my come all over your stomach, back, and tits. Yet my watching you sleep embarrasses you?” I was teasing her. Taunting even.
She lifted her head and the twinkle of mischief in her eyes made it hard to continue standing where I was. I wanted to be there in bed with her. Doing it all again.
Gripping the covers against her she jumped up frantically. “Oh my God! Geraldine!”
I’d almost forgotten about that. “I called her yesterday when I was headed back home. Let her know that you would need today off. I arranged for a friend of hers to take her shopping today. She’s excited about it.”
The small crease between her eyebrows as she measured my words was cute. I gave her time to process. She needed to know that last night wasn’t a spontaneous reckless decision for me. I’d wanted it. Hoped for it.
“You knew we would . . . do this?” She was still frowning. I didn’t want her to think I’d taken her for granted. I hadn’t.
“No. What happened last night was so much more than I hoped for. But I did want time with you. Time to show you exactly how I felt. Time to find out if there was a chance. If this could happen.”
Her tense expression eased and the frown faded. A soft smile curled along her swollen pink lips. I would never lie to her. She’d had too many lies in her life so far. The truth, however, was a gamble. She may not always like to hear it. That wasn’t important now.
“Are you sore?” I asked her before she could say anything.
She paused then gave a small shrug. “No. Not really.”
That had been the answer I wanted to hear. However, I’d make sure the next time I asked she said yes. Sitting my coffee cup down on the table beside the door I went to her taking long strides. Her eyes went wide and excitement sparked in them.
“Drop the covers, Beulah,” I demanded and loved that she did just that. Exposing her naked breasts that were firm and high. Hard nipples showed her arousal. She tilted her head up to watch me. There was a bite mark on her neck and I felt a greedy, possessive smirk break out on my face. I’d done that.
“Turn around. Put your hands on the bed. Stick your hot little ass up in the air.”
Her breathing was now rapid as she listened to my directions. She didn’t question me. She moved slowly as her eyes stayed locked with mine. As she stood, the covers dropped, baring her to me completely. Then she did exactly as I had instructed.
There was a slight pink mark on her left cheek. I touched it, gently outlining it with the tip of my finger. Then I ran my thumb over it to soothe it before sliding my hand between her legs to shove them open wider. Then I pressed down on her back with my palm. “I want it higher,” I said as her ass lifted toward me.
My dick throbbed. The blood swelled in the head as I watched her prepare for me. For it. I feared I’d never let her out of this apartment again. I had images of her naked spread out on my bar in the kitchen. Of her standing under the water in the shower as I knelt on my knees between her legs. Of her hands against the glass of my patio doors looking outside at the world around us as I sank into her from behind. The thrill of someone seeing us and the possessive fear of anyone else seeing her like this fought against me.
I slipped a finger inside her and she jerked. “You said you weren’t sore,” I said gently testing her.
“That’s not pain, it’s need,” she was panting as she spoke.
I used one hand to shove my boxers down, kicking them aside. Closing one hand over my cock, I pumped it while I touched her. The wetness pooling between her legs coating my fingers the way it soon would my dick. It jerked in my hand wanting what I was in my blatant view. The unparalleled pleasure she gave me was turning me into an addict. Her tight pussy was my drug.
Unable to tease either of us anymore, I grabbed her waist and jerked her ass up even higher. Her legs spread open as she went up on her toes. I used no restraint as I pushed into her tight entrance. Her slick hole sucked me in and squeezed.
“OH GOD!” she screamed.
I wasn’t sure there was a God, but when her pussy massaged my dick like a vice I was pretty damn sure that only a greater being could create something this beautiful.
“Feel good, baby? Is that what you want? A hard morning fuck,” my voice was laced with the tension of my building release. Deep and hoarse.
“Yes! Harder. Fuck me until I can’t stand up,” she begged then turned her head to look back at me. Her hands gripping the covers and fisting them. “I want you to come on my face.”
“Shit!” I roared. Hearing talk like that from her sweet mouth was going to cause me to blow before I was ready. “Keep talking like that and I’m going to lose my load before I can get out of you. Your pussy is an addiction.”
She gave me a wicked grin and I pounded her so hard I was afraid it was too much. Her eyes closed and she moaned. I did it again and she threw her head back and moaned louder. Reaching up, I grabbed a handful of hair and pulled it back.
“AH! YES!” she cried.
This little perfect beauty was naughty as hell. I hadn’t realized that until last night. That knowledge made me feel animalistic when I was inside her. I wanted to do things to her I should be fucking ashamed of.
“Take it,” I said and kept up the hard rhythm. My dick was so damn swollen I knew my release was close. But I couldn’t pull out. Stopping was impossible. Not when her imminent pulsing release felt like a silken vice around me.
“Oh God! There! Oh GOD! I’m,” she cried. “Please. HARD!” Her ass raised higher and she pushed back against me. “I can’t stop!” she was panicked and fucking me back. Her ass slapping my thighs. “Yes, yes, yes,” the panting was her orgasm. I couldn’t pull out until she was done but her orgasm continued. Her body was wild against mine. She tightened on my dick and I began shaking as I tried to keep from losing it.