Dirty Seduction

I suck until she’s crested, until she’s holding her breath and her body is tense, wired tight as she unravels. And then she relaxes, lets all the tension out in one long sigh.

She jumps as I tap her pussy.

Just a light tap. A warning shot. Enough to make her startle.

“Potty mouth,” I growl. “Dirty little girl.”

Her eyes are so wide as she stares at me, unsure whether I’m serious or not. I see the worry play across her lips.

“Are you a dirty little girl, Laine?”

She bites her lip. Shakes her head, so unsure.

So innocent.

“I think you’re a dirty little girl.” I smile a dirty smile, and I can’t control the beast. I can’t fight the dark urges that want to consume her, soil her, corrupt her, break her, and make her mine.

All mine.

“I like…” she begins.

“What? What do you like?”

She pauses, her eyes sparkling so beautifully, her pussy still clenching and glistening. “I like… everything… I want… I want to be good…” “You’re going to be my good little dirty girl, are you?” She nods. “I’ll be whatever you want me to be…” Oh fuck.

My cock jerks, my balls tight enough to blow.

She must notice my grimace, because her eyes travel down, over my creased shirt to the bulge between my legs.

She licks her lips, and her eyes flash with a dirty kind of devilment that takes my breath.

Dirty innocence. It’s the most intoxicating kind.

“Can I see?” she asks, in the sweetest voice. “Can I see you?” She raises herself on her elbows, and she’s smiling. “Please…”

I kneel up, my fingers working down my shirt buttons, but she moves like a quick little mouse, her fingers pushing mine out of the way.

They’re shaking as she unbuttons my shirt.

Her cheeks are rosy as she slips it from my shoulders.

Her little fingers run down my chest, pressing against the ridges.

“You’re so… firm…” she says.

“I like to keep fit,” I tell her.

She nods, and her eyes meet mine for a moment as she brushes my nipple.

“You can touch me,” I say. “Touch me however you want.” Her hands gain confidence, stroking and prodding and pinching.

“You’re amazing…” she whispers. “You’re everything…”

I quiet her with my mouth, my lips pressing to hers before my tongue pushes inside. I tip her backward and follow her, and her fingers snake instinctively to my belt.

I unbuckle for her, and pull out my cock, kissing her hard as I wrap her sweet little fingers around my shaft. I move her hands, up and down, nice and slowly.

“Like that,” I groan into her mouth. “Just like that.”

“I want to see it,” she whispers. “Please…”

I press a hand to her ribs as I lift myself from her. Adjust her thighs so I can see her pretty cunt as her fingers work my dick. And she stares at my cock with wide-eyed wonder.

“It’s big…” she says. “It feels so nice.”

“It feels a lot nicer like this,” I say, and press the head against her slit.

She sucks in her breath but I smile, and slide it up to her clit. I rub my cock against her wet little bud, and her palms press to my thighs.

I reach for her, my hand slipping behind her head to take her hair, supporting her weight so firmly.

“Look,” I grunt. “Look how hard I am for your sweet little pussy.” “Do it,” she whispers.

Back and forth I brush my swollen fucking cock, over that sensitive little nub until she’s panting all over again.

“I need to come,” I tell her.

“Please… yes…”

“Come with me…” I drop her to her back and lower myself back in position. My belly presses to hers, and her pretty little nipples feel so sweet against my chest.

“I can’t…” she whispers. “I’m so… fluttery…”

“You can,” I tell her. “I promise you, you can.” I pause. “And you will.

Again, Laine. Come for me again.”

I rub, back and forth, my dick pinned between my stomach and her pussy, grinding hard, taking so much fucking care not to spear that tight little cunt and fill her up with my cum.

She wraps her legs around my waist and moves as I move. Her hands wrap around my neck and hold tight, eyes closed and mouth open as she gasps and moans and whimpers.

“I’m gonna come all over your sweet little pussy, Laine.”

“Yes…” she whispers. “Oh God, please… please, Nick…”

“Don’t call me that,” I growl, and I’m on the edge, right on the fucking edge.

“What shall I call you?” she asks, and I hear it in her voice, I hear she’s thinking it, too.

It’s in the little tremor, the sweet little hint of lust.

My breath is erratic, my cock pulsing as my balls tighten, ready to fucking blow. And I say it. I just fucking say it. “Call me Daddy,” I growl. “You can call me Daddy.” She tenses, shudders, and writhes against me.

She likes it.

I knew she would.

A moaning, squirming, delicious little angel.

I thrust, pin her hard, unloading my cum all over her tender little cunt, and she’s right there with me, whimpering little squeals into my ear.

I collapse onto her, dick slick with my cum as it smears between us, and I feel her heartbeat against mine, so fast.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Her fingers play with my hair, her mouth to my ear. I hear her breathing.

Her breath was so fast.

She kisses me, her lips pressing so gently to my temple. “Thank you… Daddy.”