He didn't make it until the morning.
He woke up again in the absolute dead of night, rock hard and leaking because they'd rolled over together in their sleep. They were on their sides, her back to him. His hand draped casually over her tits, just holding them. It was her bare ass pressed to his cock that did it. He woke up rutting against the cleft in her cheeks and grunting. She was still fast asleep.
He'd smeared precum all over her and himself. He thought he was dreaming at first, with a pillowy soft tit in his hand and such a plush feeling all over his dick. When he realized what had happened, he groaned.
It hadn't been like this since he was a teenager, being so hard for so long, waking up this horny. Sure, he still had the occasional morning wood, especially when he was as sex-starved as he'd been recently. But there was something about her… that cute little smile, how loudly she moaned for him.
He lifted up her leg with a hand under her thigh and readjusted so he was pressed between the folds of her pussy and rubbing himself off there.
His cock wasn't much longer than average, but it was abnormally thick. Some girls enjoyed it, but for most it was a problem. He had to finger them like crazy, ease his way in. Lube was a must. And he definitely couldn't fuck any of them the way he wanted. But this girl… this teenager, she took him better than anyone had before, and in such a tight and tiny pussy too. She must love that stretch, love that edge of pain. She was perfect, she was made for him. He hadn't put more than one finger in her before she was able to take his cock's head, then just a short while later he shoved himself into her balls deep. She'd cried out, but he'd felt how wet his cock made her. He'd felt it all over him.
God, he needed to feel that again. He paused his humping and just leaked against her, let her soft little pussy milk as much out of him as he could stand. He couldn't stand the tension for very long. If she was awake, they would already be fucking. If she was awake, he would push her onto her stomach and sit on top of her, fuck her. He could wake her up, but.. did he need to? What was the use? He knew, deep down, that even if she shook her head no, that he needed this. His cock needed this. The sex was about his body needing her body, what she wanted didn't matter. The sex was inevitable.
Even as he rolled her over and kneeled across the backs of her thighs, even as he laid down on top of her and rubbed his cock against her, some small part of him felt guilty. In her eyes, he was a responsible adult and she needed help. She'd trusted him and he had fully taken advantage of her. And he planned to continue doing just that. He felt guilty but not sorry, no part of him regretted this. How could he regret anything as he drew his hips back and felt the head of his dick slot perfectly against her entrance? She was still asleep, but he didn't care. He'd fuck her awake. How could he regret anything as he sank into her slowly?
"Hm?"
He didn't stop, not until he was seated as far as he could be at this angle. The curve of his cock inside her was delicious, it made her tightness press even harder against him.
"Hi, sweet thing."
"What's… oh.. Oooh!! " She buried her face into the pillow beneath her and whimpered.
"That's right," he murmured right next to her ear. "Woke up hard for you. You feel so good, sweetie." He thought for a moment that she was crying, but then he sank into her again and set a slow pace and he heard her moan very clearly. "Shhh, you're okay."
He snaked a hand under her—it wasn't difficult, she didn't weigh much—and he cupped her breast as he fucked her.
He lost himself in it. He didn't need to do anything but lie there and rock his hips and his cock burned. His mind went so hazy that he wondered if he fell asleep for a moment. He kept losing his train of thought—which was mostly just about how good her pussy felt—and coming to unmoving inside her. That fizzing and popping, that blinding, searing feeling in his brain started up again.
His thrusts started out slow and even, unrelenting and deep. He heard her muffled squeal at the height of every thrust. He found that his knees gave him leverage, so he began moving faster but no less hard and no less deep. If he'd thought pounding into her felt good, this felt even better. With her legs pressed together, her pussy was somehow even tighter than it had been before. Every thrust sliding in and out of her sent sparks down his spine. He was so high-strung, so horny and needy, that every delicious thought about her made his cock jump. He thought about how he took his pleasure from her, how he used her body. He thought about her sleepy moans. He thought about the feeling of pinning her beneath him, her ass pressed to his crotch, her thighs under his. His cock jumped and twitched inside her as he fucked her mercilessly, relentlessly, deeply.
The crescendo of his pleasure snuck up on him. He lost himself so thoroughly that it only occurred to him to pull out when he was already spurting inside her. His thighs twitched, his cock throbbed and pumped. He could feel so much warm slick on the head of his dick, and then seeping down his shaft. He tried to pull out then, to at least pretend that he'd meant to, but she was so wet, so soft and hot. He sat up, watched himself disappear inside her over and over again, slowly. When he drew back, he saw his own cum coating his dick. When he pressed back in, he saw it bead up. He felt it drip onto his balls. Her pussy was so pretty, pink and puffy from earlier and now fucked all over again, so pretty and ruined.
And if he was already going to buy her a morning after pill… then really, there was no harm…
"I'm not done yet. Just gotta— just gonna fuck you a little more."
"Okay," she said, muffled. But he wasn't asking.
He came three more times, all inside her. He felt her spasming twice. It took him over an hour.
He pulled out finally and flopped down beside her, pulling her to him, holding her tits in his hands, burying his face in the back of her neck.
"Thank you, thank you," he mumbled, even though he hadn't asked, even though it was him who'd woken her up with his cock. He was still so grateful for his little slice of heaven to stick his dick into.
"Mmhmm," she hummed.
He got an idea then. Because his cock had barely softened and was already aching again. He needed her so bad. He'd fuck her again, and again and again, if he wasn't bone-tired.
He cleaned her out with his fingers, made her whimper. Then he rolled her onto her side, slotted in behind her, and shoved himself inside her again. He fell asleep like that.
He woke up to heaven, to the best morning of his life. He'd been too drunk on fucking and pussy last night to notice, but the way her tits looked in his shirt was incredible. The shirt would have swallowed her little body, if it weren't for how it had bunched up around her waist. That left her entire lower half bare. Her hips, her plump ass, her thighs. And between them, where he was still buried, her pussy, soft, wet, and pink. His dick was more soft than hard but still inside her. Even after hours, even after he'd fucked her twice and come five times, she still felt amazing all around him.
Then he tried moving. Slick. Wet. He started pulling out slowly and she didn't wake up. He looked down to watch, to see where their bodies connected and where his cock speared her open. He slid out slowly, to savor the feeling of her plush walls and lips against him. And then he stopped. Because his dick was covered in cum. He had come inside her during the night. Okay, scratch that, he'd fucked her twice, or three times, and come five, possibly more, times. Jesus fucking christ. She would be the death of him.
He slid back in just as slowly and couldn't help the rolling of his hips, grinding into her and rocking up to the tight wetness.
He immediately called his office to take a day of sick leave.
"Just a… stomach bug. Best to stay in today, I wouldn't be able to get any work done anyway."
His cock drooled inside her, he could feel it. He hoped the shuddering of his breath couldn't be heard over the phone. He looked at her sleeping body. He knew the real reason he had to stay in had nothing to do with any real sickness, more with a sick need to fuck her over and over and over again until she was out of his grasp.
Realizing that he could do as he pleased with her, he snaked a hand under her shirt—his shirt—and softly kneaded her breasts. He didn't want to wake her up. She must have been so tired from last night, from being kept awake by his incessant fucking. He needed her so bad. It wasn't his fault.
The feeling of her around him and the very thought of twitching inside her in his sleep had him achingly hard again. And now that he'd taken the leap and come inside, he wasn't going back. Never going back.
He lined his body up against hers and held her close to him. He was small and soft and warm, so delicious to hold with his cock buried all the way inside her. He couldn't remember maneuvering her, but her hips were tilted and her back bowed in a deep curve to give him better access. Did she need him so badly that she'd done that in her sleep?
His breaths and groans shuddered against her shoulder, the back of her neck. He didn't even need to move and he could feel that this was happening much faster than it had last night. He needed to feel her twitch on him. He slid one hand down between her legs and found the skin between her thighs slick with all the wetness she was dripping. Her entire pussy was soaked, so it was easy to slide one finger through her folds and over her clit, to let the small thing slip through his fingers and to pinch it, let it slip away, and pinch it again. He played with her.
Her even, sleepy breathing transformed gorgeously. It began to hitch, and then form whines, and then her mouth opened. He rubbed her clit in even, slow, large circles and she clenched and moaned.
"Mornin', sweetheart. " He couldn't think straight. She couldn't speak.
Her eyes opened the slightest amount and the look on her face was pure bliss.
It wasn't long before he came inside her again, having barely moved. Then she twitched and came. Her orgasm rocked through her, harder than he'd ever seen it before. She folded up on herself and almost shook off of his cock but he grabbed her around her waist and hips and held on tight, keeping her stretched open as she came. It was more than enough to bring him close again.
There was something about her, so sinful and intoxicating, that sent his libido into overdrive. His cock never seemed to fully soften, he could shoot load after load without really tiring. He could pound her and his back and thighs would protest but his cock would demand more and more and more.
He slid out of her and a thought came to his mind.
"Get up." He tapped on her hip
"Hmm?" She blinked, staring up at him. Her eyelashes were clumped together, her face covered in tear tracks.
"I need you to sit up for me, okay?"
"'M tired," her words slurred and she rubbed at her eyes with the back of her hand.
"Ooh, don't do that." He made his tone saccharine and pulled her hands away, held them in his. "I want to see your pretty face. Want to see how you take it."
"Mmm.." She yawned. He was growing impatient. This had been so much easier when she was asleep.
"Get up now, you're going to sit on my dick."
"Oh?" She blinked at him again, genuine surprise on her face.
"Fuck yes. Get up."
She scrambled onto her knees as he laid back, cock falling limp against his stomach. He patted his thighs.
"Sit?"
"Yes, here."
He watched in awe as she clambered over him, spread her legs, shiny with slick and sticky with cum, and then set her bare ass down on the tops of his thighs.
"It's uh…" She pointed at his dick. "It isn't…" She pouted.
His grin turned sly. "You like it hard, don't you?" She nodded shyly and blushed. She was too much. Just enough. Too good. "Then do it for me."
She startled. "Uhm! But I don't know—"
"Touch it," his voice quaked. He reached for his cock and then drew back. Well, a firm tone had worked with her before… "Put your hand on it. Now."
She did as she was told. His breath hissed out from between his teeth.
"Oh, is that not—"
He clamped his hand down over hers and squeezed.
"Don't let go, don't you dare let go."
She nodded and he slowly removed his hand.
"What do I… um." She slid her hand up, not loosening her grip at all. The sensation rocked through him. "Last night, after.. that… I saw you doing this." Her hand slid all the way down to his balls and then all the way up, sliding easily with her juices and his own cum. At the tip, she twisted her wrist and squeezed and he almost screamed. Her little hand on his cock, jerking him off, was almost as good as fucking her awake.
"Just like that," he managed to say. "Faster."
She put her other hand on him and slid up and down, up and down. He watched her tits, pressed close together, jiggle and swing in his shirt. Dazed, he lifted his hand and pulled down the neckline. Fucking gorgeous.
She curled her hands and squeezed over the head of his cock on every upstroke, and every time he fully believed he was on the verge of coming. Every time, he leaked sticky and hot precum all over her palms, until it started to run and dribble over her fingers.
Her hands on him were something else. It wasn't simply her pussy, heavenly but wet and warm no matter how she felt. Her hands meant intention. Her hands on his cock meant she was pleasuring him.
"It's—" She grunted with effort as she worked him. "It's hard."
So it was. He hadn't noticed, he'd been to taken with her legs spread over him and her look of complete concentration.
"Stop."
She did.
He lifted his knees and she gasped, half-falling, half-sliding forwards so that her hips lined up with his and his now hard dick pressed against her crotch. He grabbed it in his hand and maneuvered so the tip pressed against her slit.
"Aah," she moaned, small and soft.
His tip slid inside her. He patted her hip. She let out a sound, part whimper and part squeal.
"Sit," he commanded.
"Here?" She shuddered.
He groaned and was about to tell her again when she did it. She took him all at once, practically fell onto him with a little squeak. It looked like she'd moved to lower herself and slipped. Her face contorted, from pain or pleasure he couldn't tell.
"AAaaahh! " She squirmed and tilted her hips.
"Oh, fuck! " He had to breathe deeply to calm himself. He wanted to see her sitting up while getting fucked but his mind was full of memories again, replaying how satisfying and unbelievably pleasurable it had been to pound into her. He could hardly believe how hard he'd been able to fuck her. He wanted to test that memory, see just how rough he could be.
Her thighs spread over him, her pussy stretched around him, her tits jutting out as her back arched and as she leaned against his propped-up legs. Her mouth hung open in a delicious little O.
He rocked his hips up, groaning, bouncing her in his lap, hands clamping down hard on her hips to keep her in place. Her hands clasped onto his, holding on for dear life.
"Oh, sweetie." His voice was a low and resonant rumble. She let out a strangled noise.
He ground her over his cock, tilting her hips so he pressed against all parts of her internally. He bounced her up and down, picked her up and thrust into her, slammed her down over and over again.
He laid back and watched her pussy take all of it, all of him. He watched her body and face flush, watched her go lax and limp again, effort fucked out of her. He heard her squeals turn into deep and full moans. Her pussy squelched and it felt amazing around him. He lifted her up high enough to pull out completely and to his own amazement, he was hard enough that his cock stood to perfect attention, not flagging in the slightest.
She whined, missing him, and so his cock drooled. She actually strained against his hands on her hips, pushing back and trying to sit on his cock again. He put just the tip inside.
"Please," she asked, so quietly, "I want…"
She hiccuped and drew her brows together, needy and wanton. He pushed her all the way back down onto his cock and then started fucking into her mercilessly from below. She squealed and the more he fucked her, the higher her voice went. She didn't make a single sound of protest. She just moaned. He could barely believe it.
She threw her head back and with only this as warning, she came. Her body shook again and her tits jiggled in his shirt. He didn't come, but he was beginning to like the feeling of aching hardness. It promised fucking, promised her sweet little pussy all around him.
He sat up but kept her in his lap, hands on her back because he had to hold her up himself.
"Your pussy's so messy, sweets, why don't we get you cleaned up."
"Okay," she breathed, and every sound she uttered was a moan to him.
He chuckled and lifted his shirt to see her tits, fondle them. They were just as perky and full as last night, just as unbelievable. She was everything and so much more.
Once she got up, they found that she could barely walk. Her poor little pussy, so fucked and so sore.
His cock actually jumped at that and drooled a few drops of precum onto the carpet. He had to help her to the bathroom, pick her up, and set her down on the counter himself, leaning her back and getting her to hold her legs up so her pussy was exposed.
He should have been helping her, but all he could do was watch. She was oozing, cum and slick and precum. It was all over her thighs, some of her ass. His cock had been in her all night so her slit opened to form a little teardrop. He'd done this.
He couldn't help it. He stood close enough to box her in and then started jerking off with quick and hard motions. He looked down at her and murmured the sweetest praise at her, anything to make her mewl.
He stopped himself before he came, staving it off one last time. His cock drooled as he cleaned her, dripped down over his balls and onto the floor.
He paused, another idea coming to mind. He set down the wash cloth he'd been using and started petting her pussy with his bare hand.
"Hey, sweetie?" She came out of a daze, eyes fluttering up to meet his. "We're both so messy." He pointed down to his cock, which was actively leaking. "Why don't we shower?"
She nodded. "Do you want to go first? I think you're messier."
He chuckled and let one finger slip inside her, curling it. "No, no, sweetie. Together."
"Oooh," she moaned as he curled that one digit and stroked her from the inside.
"Can you take off that shirt for me?" He removed his finger and watched her do as he'd told her. He'd seen glimpses of them recently but nothing compared to the sight of her fully shirtless, fully naked.
She hopped off the counter and stumbled, uneasy on her feet with such a spot of soreness between her legs. She reached out for him just as he reached for her, wrapping his arms around her waist as his cock pressed against her stomach. He needed to bury himself inside her again soon but he promised himself he would wait until after the shower.
He didn't really plan on taking a full shower, he just needed the water to clean most of the mess and stickiness off so he could delight in debauching her again.
He held her close to him as the water heated up and she latched onto his arm so sweetly. She didn't seem aware of what her breasts were doing as she pressed his arm to them. He shifted his weight, but it did nothing but make his cock swing, making it even more apparent.
"Sweet girl, we're supposed to be cleaning off mess, not making more."
She finally glanced at his dick and watched a bead of clear precum slide down it and drip onto the floor.
"Can I…" She was so quiet, almost impossible to hear over the sound of the shower beside them. ".. help?"
"Yes," he nearly growled.
Still holding his arm to her tits with one hand, she used the other to pet him, to spread the drops and trails of precum over the rest of him. Each time she let go, his cock bobbed and twitched and he felt them as jolts through his groin, down his legs, and up his spine. Her hand finally settled on the large head of his cock and she worked it with tight twisting motions, the slick making soft sounds as she got faster.
The shower began to steam and he began to lose his footing.
"O-okay sweetie, I think that's enough."
"But you haven't—"
"We'll shower now, I'll cum after."
"Okay." She grinned and bounced back to his side. God, her tits… it's like she'd forgotten every word he'd said about them, what they did to him.
He stepped into the shower gingerly, wary of his cock swaying before him with every step. As soon as she stepped in behind him, his hands were on her. From behind, as she closed the glass door, he grabbed her breasts.
"Your body," he murmured against the skin of her neck. His cock pressed against her lower back and he reveled in the contact. Delicious. Searing.
He pinched her nipples and she gasped, high and delightfully obscene.
He kissed and licked at her neck and shoulder, rutted his cock against her, held her tits in his hands and held her close to him.
He removed his hands to watch her tits drop and jiggle. Then he ran his hands up and down her sides and stepped away to let her get under the stream.
"Here, in front of me."
He had to hold his cock in his hand to let her pass. He couldn't help but squeeze and give it a few solid jerks, one hand braced on the tile wall beside him. It didn't relieve the tension. In fact, it almost made it worse. Make him more desperate. His balls felt so tight, like in the moment just before orgasm, and they wouldn't relax. He tugged on them, aiming to ease the ache, but a low and deep swell of pleasure flooded his groin. It didn't spark, it just felt warm and unbelievably good.
"Let me," he grumbled, hoping she could hear it.
With his cock in one hand, he reached around with the other and started cleaning off between her thighs. He rubbed and pet her body, as much of it as he could reach. His fingers lingered on her pussy. He was so close, so hazy with his mounting pleasure.
"All good." He still couldn't make his voice go above a growl.
"Your turn!" Without warning, she turned around and started washing his cock. The combination of the warm water, her eager little hands, and the deep ache that had been torturing him brought him right to the edge and then over it.
"Oh, God—"
It splattered all over her tits.
"Oh!" She hunched her shoulders and it pressed her tits together, made them look even better as he came on them.
He took the opportunity to touch her breasts, wet and sticky with his cum, and to manhandle her to face the shower head again and wash them off. He watched over her shoulder as they jiggled and bounced under his hands. This time, he made sure to lean his hips away from her. He wanted the pleasure to build slowly, he didn't need grinding and searing contact. And besides, he knew it wouldn't take long.
His hands never left her body. He let them trail down, over her waist, her belly, the tops of her thighs, between them. He pet her crotch, watched her lift a leg to accommodate his hand. He cooed in her ear and with his other hand, held her breast. She looked amazing from this angle—from all angles. But this is how she'd looked at her yesterday when he draped his coat over her shoulders. It was almost the exact same angle, but now his hand was on her pussy and her tit was against his palm and his dick was less than an inch from her skin, tension and need and ache hanging in the air. He couldn't stop himself with her, it was a farce for him to have ever thought he could try. He knew, instinctively, that she was wet again. When he slipped a finger between her lips, he found that he was right.
Without telling her what he was doing, he turned off the shower and opened the door.
"Wha…"
Oh God, she was in a daze. He loved her like this, confused, horny, incredibly pliant. She'd been like this last night right before he decided to pound into her and fuck her little brains out. And again when he'd fucked her awake and cum in her as many times as he could. She'd started mewling then, and drooling. Now she simply stumbled back against him as though she'd lost the will to stand. She crossed her legs, arched her back. His cock pressed against her skin. She looked up at him and whined. He was sure she could feel him twitch at that.
"Just a moment, sweet thing, then I'll touch you again."
She smiled and he put an arm around her, guided her out of the shower. He put a towel around her shoulders and then dried himself off. It was difficult with his cock fully hard. It kept getting in the way, getting hit by the towel as he dried himself. He dripped onto the floor again. Between her wet pussy and his leaking cock, neither of them could stay clean for even a moment.
Then he turned his attention to her.
"Hey, darling." She beamed up at him. It made him horny. "I'm going to dry you off now, okay?"
It turned him on to use that voice with her, that sweet, assertive tone. It was how one talked to a child. How a teacher talked to their students. He used that tone to tell her how he would fuck her, how he would touch her. It made her blush. It made her grin. It made her wet for him.
As he let the towel around her fall away and reveal her tits and her body, he thought about what a marvel it was that he was able to do this to her. She'd been surprised when he'd woken her up, lying next to her in bed. She'd been shocked into silence at his cock against her leg. But now she wanted him to fuck her, he could tell. That had been his doing. He pulled a smaller towel off the shelf beside him and used it to caress down her arms. He would worship her body this way. He would touch every inch of her. She let him handle her with ease. He held her wrist and dried her arm. She placed her weight onto one leg and appeared to lean towards him he turned her around and dried off her shoulders, let his presence behind her make her shiver. He dried her back, finding a trail of his own precum that ran between the cheeks of her ass. He let his hand linger there, grabbing her. She whined, the smallest sound.
He didn't kneel before her, because his veneration of her was for his own pleasure only. Her body held sway over him, but he dominated her completely. He fucked her because he wanted to and by his will, she wanted it, too. Her own will was powerless against his. It wasn't that she didn't want it, it was that there was simply no room between them for her refusal.
So to dry her legs, he held one arm around her waist and lifted the other by her ankle, rested it against his hip. He spread her legs as she stood. It made her shake. It meant that as he dried each leg, he stared at her pussy. Pink and wet. Plush. It was a pretty thing. Small inner lips, but enough that he could run his fingers around them and think of them as folds. Her outer lips were plump, squishy. It was fun to watch them move around as he fingered her, fucked her, touched her. She was small, so was her pussy, so her clit was close to her slit. It meant that when he fucked her and stretched her wide, his cock touched her clit. That was probably why she liked being fucked so much. It was probably why it was so easy to make her come.
Once he finished drying her off, he grabbed her by the waist and hauled her over to the other side of the room with him.
"What are you—" fear laced through her voice. He sat down on the closed toilet seat and bent her over his knee. "OH!"
"Shh," he scolded. He liked to hear her squirm so the admonishment was mostly a ploy. He also liked making her freeze.
He pet her ass, spread her legs, pet her pussy. It made his palm wet. He had just washed her and she was already wet for him again. Maybe he'd neglected to understand how much she enjoyed this. Yesterday was her first orgasm, after all. She'd been practically glued to his side ever since it had happened. She still felt good last night, when they fell asleep. She'd wanted him to fuck her again. He'd been too tired. The realization that she actually wanted him, that she wasn't just wet in anticipation but because of his presence and his cock. Because of him. She got wet when he touched her, when he pulled her around, when he spread her legs.
His cock was pressed against her waist, trapped between her body and his. The dull pleasure from it thrummed through him, a low hum spreading through his groin.
"You're so good for me," he whispered before sticking a finger inside her and crooking it.
She squealed and slapped his leg. He let her. If she tried to get up, he would hold her down. But this was alright. This made his hard cock ache. He rotated his hand so his thumb could rub against her clit. The tension in her legs went slack and her back arched. She wasn't only wet but dripping and his thumb slid in easy circles over her.
"Oh! Aaah!!" He felt a shudder go through her.
He removed his thumb from her clit. She whined. Then he started fucking her with one finger. She was fun to tease. He knew just a finger was barely anything but still she was tight as fuck. He knew what it felt like to slide his cock along this exact part of her. The thought was exciting. He knew her body now, knew intimate parts of her. He knew what it sounded like when she was fucked out of her mind. He knew he wanted to hear it again. So he stuck another finger in her and finger-fucked her as hard as he could.
She kicked her knees and curled her toes and her entire body shuddered. She was quiet, but he could hear her gasp.
"I need to hear you," he said, probably more commanding than was necessary.
She lifted her head, gulped air.
"AAH!!"
"Ooh yes." He grinned.
"Ah! AAH!! AaaAAAA!! "
He shoved his fingers in deep and instead of thrusting them in and out, he moved them back and forth as fast as he could.
She sobbed.
The ache in his dick was almost physically painful.
"Feel good, huh?"
"HaaAAAH!! AAAH!! "
He was fingering her so roughly, it was honestly a surprise how well she could take it. She'd been so sweet, so innocent. But she liked being fucked rough. She liked it when he made her cry.
"Can you use words?"
She shook her head.
"Mmmgghmm…"
"That's okay. It feels good, right? You like my fingers inside you?"
"Hah.. Ah! Mmgmhmm!! " She nodded as best she could. Which wasn't very well. He knew what it felt like to lose control of your body to pleasure. The feeling must be shooting through her, so good that it was all she could feel, all she could focus on. So good that all she could do was take it. The noises from her pussy were wet and squelching. God, and they'd just showered.
"I need to fuck you," he growled. She actually squealed. His cock jumped and he bet she could feel it. "You want that too, don't you?"
"Pleeease." Her voice was so small and breathy, so quiet and strained. She could barely speak. She couldn't even say the word yes, but she fought through that just to beg him to fuck her.
He pulled his fingers out of her, wrapped his arms around her waist, and stood up. Her shocked gasp sounded more like a moan than anything. He dropped her in front of the counter and as she tried to steady herself, he pushed her forward, bending her over it.
He leaned in, hearing her breath leave her as a shudder.
"I want to see the look on your face when I fuck you,"
Then he stood back up, and shoved his cock inside her.
"AAH!!"
All the way in. So tight over all of him that the edges of his pleasure frayed and began to bleed into something else, almost painful.
Her back arched and she propped herself up on her forearms. Fucking perfect. Her tits were pressed together and shaking with her every breath. There were tears on her cheeks, she must have been crying when he fingered her.
She shifted her weight, but since he'd trapped her between himself and the counter, all she did was grind against his cock. Maybe that's what she'd wanted to do.
He looked up from her tits in the mirror and met her eyes. Her little mouth opened, her lips parting. He saw her start to mouth a word and then he heard it, high and breathy.
"Wow…"
Holy fuck.
He put his hands on the curve of her back, fingers curling around her waist, and he pressed, pushing her back down. He wanted her bent over. She didn't drop the eye contact, she just gazed at him, soft and needy and cock drunk. All she needed was something thick in her pussy and her eyes glazed over.
He pulled out and slammed into her, against the counter. Then he did it again and didn't stop. Her mouth fell open, silently, as he fucked her hard. Then her face contorted, eyebrows pinching and mouth curling into a grin.
The only sound in the room was his grunting, a thudding, and sharp slaps. And then her. She moaned and as her chest shook and heaved, with his every thrust, her voice fluttered.
"Ah-ah-ah-aH-aH-AH- AH-AHH-AHHH!! "
She was so tight and his dick felt so thick inside her that this seemed impossible. But she stretched for him, she grew wet for him. She welcomed him inside. She slid over his cock and the feeling echoed through him.
"Oh god," she whined.
"Fuck, sweetheart!"
She twisted around to look up at him, softness in her eyes and mewling moans tumbling from her lips.
"Mmaaaah… mmmm.." She tried to bite her lip to keep her mouth closed.
"Oooh, but I wanna hear you, sweetie." He loved making his voice saccharine for her, making it drip with false sweetness. It felt like domination, like degradation.
Her mouth immediately fell open again.
"HaaAAAH!! AAAH! "
He slowed his thrusts so he could pound into her harder on each one. It felt so good to watch her fall apart, to pound all those soft and sensitive parts of her body, to destroy them and then see them still just as perfect and puffy. He could fuck her pussy as hard as he wanted. He could bend her over and fuck her rough. And then he could do it all over again.
"Look at you…" He murmured. He started angling his thrusts more, moving swift and deep. He bent over her, ran one hand up to cup and grab her breast.
"Oh… oh my… aaAH! "
"Aww, sweetie.." His cock slid in and out of her as her pussy squeezed around him and white-hot pleasure shot up his spine. "What're you trying to say?"
"Mm…."
He kneaded her breast and pressed her pink little nipple between two of his fingers. She shuddered.
He lowered his voice, rich and deep and rumbling. "You can do it, I know you can. What do you wanna say?"
"Oh.." A high moan, which she tried to swallow. "Oh my god.."
"Good girl.." he cooed, voice still low.
She lifted her arm and put her hand over his, the one on her tit. She curled her little fingers around his and held them there. She smiled up at him.
He wasn't fucking her as hard now, but just as steadily. He couldn't bring himself to pause for even a moment, he needed to feel her body moving up and down his cock. He'd waited for this. He'd been hard for this. He deserved this. And she wanted this.
"Ohmygod— oh! OHmygod! " Her speech slurred, her words fast and fumbled.
He knew her pleasure wasn't as sharp as his, he knew it would be dull but deep and mounting.
"Feels good? You like my cock?" He caressed her tit with his thumb.
"Uh-huh."
"What did I say about using your words?" He breathed. He fucked her with a few hard thrusts as a little punishment. Really, as a little reward for being so cute, for making him exert power over her again. It was thrilling.
"Yess, uuunh— aaah— yes! "
"You like getting fucked?"
"Yeeaaah! " Her voice squeaked.
"I like to hear that." It made his cock ache. It made his balls tight again. Even as he fucked her, even as he speared her open and as her pussy slid back and forth over his cock, it made him desperate for more. He loosened his grip on her tit so he could feel it jiggle with his every thrust. Yess, just like that, fuck yes.
Her pussy clenched around him and her moans turned almost into hiccups with her gasps.
"Are you close, little girl?"
"Aaaahhmm… ah.. mmhff.. yah.. yeah. "
"If you come, can I keep fucking you?" He was going to anyways but he wanted to ask. He wanted to hear her voice, hear her wanting him.
"Please! "
Oh GOD, that did it. His hands shot down to her hips he pulled them to him so he could thrust fast and hard. So good all around him.
He watched her, splayed on the counter, tits shaking, body quivering and bending and back arching.
Fuck. She asked for it. She begged for it. Fucking shit. Fuck. She wanted to come on his cock and then get fucked some more. She liked his cock, how it felt inside her. He'd thought her body alone was a dream, but this… this was something he couldn't let go of. In the back of his mind, he started thinking about what he could do to keep her.
It occurred to him again, a teenager, a high-schooler, fucked out of her mind, coming on his cock, asking for it. This same girl will go to school and think about his cock inside her during class. Maybe she'll get wet and ask to be excused. Hell, he knew her body now. Of course she'll get wet. He'll be at work, doing his job, and just one town away, an eighteen year old pussy will be wet for him. Thinking about him. About how he fucked her, how good he made her feel.
She wailed and it drew him back to the moment. Her eyes were screwed shut, one hand splayed on the counter, straining, the other still on her own tit, holding on for dear life. Her legs were still pressed together, bracketed by his own, spread to keep himself steady. Pressing her thighs together had made her tighter for him. It also made his cock press more firmly against her. It had made him wild, made him fuck her hard and fast and steady. It had made it better for her, too, squeezed all those sensitive parts of her.
He stepped back, not enough for his cock to leave her, but just to give him some room. Then he pulled her back onto him by her hips and slid her body across the counter. She squealed and he felt her shake and quiver, pulled back onto his cock. Split open again.
She stood on her tippy toes, one knee bent and suspended in the air. He grabbed it by the ankle and lifted, then grabbed under her knee. He placed her leg on the counter so when he angled himself to fuck her from below, he could go deeper. Then he put his hands on her ass, pushed so she was tilted up for better access. He kept his hands there, fingers dancing over her hips. It was like when he held her by her waist earlier. She was so small under his hands that they curled around her.
Then, between her spread legs, he fucked her, thrusting himself hard up into her. He speared her on his cock. His fingertips dug into her plump little ass cheeks as he pushed her body down onto him. Thumpthumpthumpthump.
Their bodies made deliciously sinful noises. Her mouth especially, her garbled moans and high squeals, her little whines and sobs. She'd ducked her head when he slid her back over the counter and he hadn't seen her face since. He wanted to goad her out, wanted to see her when she came.
"You're taking me so well, sweet girl." He knew she liked praise, he could feel how wet it made her even as his cock drowned in their shared wetness and the sensation of her hot and tight pussy around him. It made him warm all over, it made him sweat. And they'd just showered… God, the things she did to him. "You're so good, my sweet girl… Cum for me, baby, come on." He encouraged her sweetly, softly. This, he really meant. This was goading but from a place of genuine appreciation and need. Oh, how he needed her. More than he'd ever needed anything or anyone.
He needed to make her come because her pleasure reflected back to him. It sent him somewhere crazy and desperate. He felt her every sound in his cock. Every heavy breath of hers, every little whine. He was full of ache, full of need for release. He was full of want for her.
She turned her head to look at him, and— fuck. Her lashes were clumped together. Her cheeks were wet and dripping. Her eyes brimmed with beaded tears that fell as her body shook with his thrusts.
"Oh, sweetheart," he whined. "My good girl, what is it?"
Her lips were swollen from her biting them and so rosy red, wet with her tears. They curled into a soft, lovely little grin. He felt a warm wetness dripping down his cock. She hadn't squirted, but she was leaking.
"It…" Her voice was so small, so soft and breathy. "It— aaAaah.." Her brows pinched in concern as her high moans made it hard for her to speak. Her eyelashes fluttered, her hair fell into her face and across her mouth.
Still fucking her with a hard and steady rhythm, he curled his body over hers. The new angle meant he was slamming down against her rather than up into her. It meant his cock curved with each thrust, that the head of it hit that spot inside her that made her squeal when he curled his fingers against it. On every thrust, he pounded that part of her.
He leaned in close and pulled her hair away from her face, tucked it behind her ear. He used one finger, one delicate touch ghosting across her skin, to pull the rest of her hair to one side. He caressed her, cared for her.
"Tell me, precious thing, it's okay." He loved talking sweetly to her while he pounded into her pussy. He loved the contrast of it, the blinding pleasure while pretending nothing was happening. He loved to make her fall apart so he could wrap his arms around her to keep her together.
She blinked and some tears dribbled over her cheeks.
"So… haaah… so good.." She hiccuped and let out a cute little sob.
"Tell me again?"
He felt that warmth again and heard some splattering on the floor.
"It feels so good…" She whispered to him sweetly, like a secret. It was no secret to him, not while she was squirting on his thick cock. It made everything so much wetter, the sounds from her pussy all syrupy and thick.
Her eyes went wide and he felt that warm liquid spraying over the tops of his thighs, running down his legs. He heard it spilling onto the floor. Her bottom lip quivered and her eyes started blinking. Though she'd already been crying, she burst into heaving tears. She sobbed as she came.
More splattering, more wetness. Every time he pulled out, her pussy squirted. The sounds of him fucking her got loud, slaps and splats and squelches.
He pulled her leg off the counter and backed her up against it again. He slowed down his fucking, just rocking in and out of her a few inches at a time. Her head was in her hands, just sniffling and crying.
"Hey," he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "Sweet girl, that was so good."
She whimpered a bit and kept her head down.
"I think I peed."
He chuckled. "Oh no, honey, you didn't. That was squirting, it just happens sometimes, when you're fucked in a certain way, when it feels really good."
Her back slowly arched and as he ground himself inside her, he pressed against that spot again.
"Oh— ah! It felt like that, though."
"It felt good, too, didn't it?"
She nodded her head furiously. He started thrusting into her. All of this felt like a vice grip of hotsweetgood pleasure on his cock.
"OH! IT— AAH!! It's gonna happen again!! "
Holy shit, so soon?
"Okay, sweetheart, it's okay."
He stayed bent over her, pinning her against the counter. Her tits were squashed against it, he could see that on either side of her chest. He made sure her legs were pressed together before speeding up again, fucking down fast against that spot just inside her pussy. God, it felt good. She clenched so hard it was almost unbearable, almost impossible to keep fucking into her. She was strangling his dick but it still felt euphoric.
"aaAAAAAAAH!! " She shrieked. Her chest heaved.
"Why are you crying, huh?" He kept fucking hard as he asked her.
"I can't help it! h-hah! aAH! AAAAH!! "
Her whole body shook this time as her pussy squirted all over the floor and his legs.
"Yeah, just like that, sweet thing."
It occurred to him that maybe he should stop. That after two orgasms, maybe she was too overstimulated to continue. She was still crying after all, hiccuping little gasps with her head pillowed by her folded arms. But no.. last night, he'd fucked her for over an hour and she came over and over again without asking to stop. She could take him. She liked taking his cock. She could, and would, take more. Because he needed it.
He was going to fuck her again, but he needed to move them first. He pull his cock out and dragged her back up to standing. He turned her around, and— oh, fuck. Her face was covered in tears, her tits were red from being pressed to the counter. Her entire body sagged. She looked so fucked out of her mind, so ruined, and he was going to do it all over again as soon as possible. He hadn't even cum inside her today. That needed to be fixed.
He ran his hands up her sides, over her tits, and then under her arms to pick her up. It was incredibly easy, she was smaller than he'd thought. He set her down on the counter, then spread her legs and slid his cock back inside her.
"Mmm! Mhmm.." She winced.
"You feel so good, sweetie, don't you wanna make me feel good?" She blinked up at him and pouted. "Don't you wanna make my cock feel good? You're so good at that with your cute little pussy, so tight and hot." She opened her mouth and moaned. "There she is, my sweet girl. There you go."
He pressed in the rest of the way and looked down at her pussy spread open around him. Spread wide open and— what was that? Was that cum? There was way too much of it to still be left over from last night. Had he…? No. But it was the only explanation
Fucking her had felt so good that he hadn't noticed when he came. More than once. Her pussy was bright red from being pounded so hard, covered in whitish, sticky cum and her own wet juices.
"I want you to look down, honey." She did. And she sniffled. "You wanna know how good you make me feel? See that stuff coming out of your pussy when I fuck you?"
He thrust into her a few times and she gasped. Some cum dribbled out and dripped onto the floor.
"That's cum, from my cock."
"Like…" She gasped again because he couldn't stop his hips from fucking her just a little bit. "Like when I touched you?" He gazed down at her expectantly because he wanted her to say it. Her tits jiggled as he slid into her and she shuddered. "Like when I— oh! When I touched your uhm.. Aah! Your cock. "
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"Yes, sweetie, just— gah— just like that." He thrust into her one more time, then stayed there, all of him inside her tiny little pussy. "Wrap your legs around me. Good girl. Arms around my neck."
She did as she was told, maybe with a few shakes in her limbs. But that was okay. She couldn't control how much she liked being filled by him. He wrapped his arms around her waist, pressed her and her pillowy tits to his bare chest, and lifted.
She gasped and buried her face against his neck. He shushed her, kissed her cheek, and carried her out of the room. He brought them back to bed, even though a considerable mess was dripping down his legs and had pooled on the floor. That was a problem for later.
The shower had been a resounding failure. He couldn't be around her and touching her for that long without making a mess of her again.
She whimpered and shuddered against his shoulder. He could feel her tears, cold on his skin. He kept her held close to him as he climbed onto the bed, then lowered her down and draped himself on top of her. He levered himself up onto his forearms so he could stare down at her, hips still firmly locked against hers, pinning her down and fully inside her.
"Hi, sweet girl." She looked up at him. Her arms had fallen by her face, splayed out and lovely. She blubbered out a little sob. "Oh, baby." He brushed her hair out of her face and held her cheek in his hand. He couldn't help but rock his hips against hers slowly, his cock demanded something, anything while he coaxed her back into this. "Does anything hurt? Did I fuck you too hard?"
She shook her head and he laughed, rumbling. No, he'd made her come. He'd made her squirt, for Christ's sake.
"No. No, I— I liked that."
Her breaths hitched and she frowned, trying not to cry.
"You liked it," he cooed. "That's so good. I like that so much. Do you feel my cock twitching?" She nodded. He leaned closer to her, looked her in the eye. "If you tell me what's wrong, I'll make you feel good again. So good."
"I made everything gross." She pouted and sniffled. "And it.. it felt good, it felt really good. But it was so much. Too much, maybe."
"There's no such thing as too much good. More good is just better. The best." He slid out of her an inch and then shoved himself back in. She let out a small moan before speaking.
"I didn't know what to do." She started crying again as she spoke, her voice wet and broken. "I wanted to move my arms and I wanted to scream but I couldn't."
"That happens sometimes. You just felt so good, baby. Your body wanted to enjoy it."
"It felt…" She gasped as he started grinding in and out of her, deep and slow. "Really good.. aaah.."
"Hey, babygirl?"
"Mmhmm? "
"I like when you squirt on my cock." She gasped and her hands grabbed onto his arms. Maybe in surprise. Maybe because his thrusts were getting sharper and rougher. "Feels so good. Think you could do it again?"
"I dont— ah! I don't know— mmmggh! "
"Don't you wanna make my cock feel good?"
She nodded her head lazily, letting it bob as his thrusts shook her.
"Yea-a-a-ah," she squealed.
"Gooood girl!"
She threw her head back and let out a high cry. He pressed her into the mattress with all of his weight, her chest to his, pinning her down. He held her arms in place to limit her movement, to trap her. She liked being able to move. But he liked making her scream and cry. He needed to overwhelm her.
At first he rocked his hips to fuck her, tilting so his cock curved inside her with every thrust. But that wasn't nearly hard enough. So he pushed up with his knees and fell back onto her, driving himself into her deep and fast.
The thudding of his body against hers was loud, as was the groaning of the bed. Their fucking was always loud. She moaned, those little fluttering cries, with every thrust. He couldn't help but groan, so low it was almost a growl.
"Fuck— " he choked out. "God, you're tight."
"MMMMM!! AH! AAAAH!! " Her little fingers dug into his arms painfully. She clung to him. He loved every second of it. Her body shook under him and she pushed at his shoulders, tried to pry him off of her. "It's— no, NO, NOT AGAIN!! "
Her whining moans turned into raspy shrieks.
"Take it! Fuck!" He sat up just enough to see her. He clamped a hand over her mouth, partially because the walls here were probably thin and partially because of what it did to her.
Her eyes grew wide with fear. She squealed under his hand and tears leaked from her eyes.
"I know. I know, baby. It just feels so good, huh?" His cock pounded into her. She nodded and sobbed, muffled.
He felt it on his cock first, an extra slippery warmth. And then it flooded the space between them in hot, spurting gushes.
"MMMMMMM!! HHMMMM!! MMMGHHH!! "
"Oh, sweetie.. Ooh, fuuuck— "
He fucked her through it, even as she tried to scream, even as her whole body shook beneath him. He kept pounding into her, hard thumping turning into slick slaps. He moved his hips as fast as he could. It was easy with how wet she was.
Just a minute later, she came again. This time without squirting.
"Mm! Mmm!! Mmmm!! MMMM!! "
Her eyes fluttered closed and her brows arched. She didn't look scared anymore. She was in utter bliss. Then he felt the clench, he felt her pussy actually throb, pulling him in. Then she went limp and everything shook as her orgasm wracked her little body.
He took his hand off her mouth to hear her squeaks and mewls. Heavenly.
"Hhmf— hah— oh fuck, baby." His hips ached. Not from the physical effort, but from the lack of release. He slowed down just slightly to draw out each thrust, so he could actually feel the tight squeeze of her pussy all around him, sensitive and aching. Soft, wet, warm.
"Oh, wow.. aaah.."
How in fucking hell was she still enjoying this?! She'd just squirted three times, cum God only knows how many times in the past 24 hours. She was fucking perfect. Fucking everything. He could not, would not be letting her go. There had to be a way to keep her.
"God, F-FUCK!! " The force of his release shot through him and he slammed into her as he came. He could feel each spurt as a hot throb in his cock, pleasure from somewhere deep inside him. He felt warm everywhere. He felt ecstasy everywhere. " God, sweetheart. Oh, shit. " There wasn't fear in his voice but something tight like a warning. "I don't think I can stop. Shit. Shit! "
He was still hard as fuck, so hard it hurt, and still pounding into her.
"M-m-mmg-hfg-mf! " Garbled sounds left her but they weren't words, stuttering because of how hard he was fucking her. She was wracked with pleasure and entirely incapable of speech.
He groaned, strained.
"I can't stop! Fuck! Just keep taking my cock like that, baby. FUCK! What a good girl."
He wasn't lying. He couldn't stop himself. The more he fucked her the more he wanted to fuck her and the more control he lost. From staring at her to jerking off while watching her to lying in bed with her to rubbing off on her to fucking her awake to making her squirt. And now here, on her back, her legs spread wide with him between them fucking away into the slickest, wettest, tightest, best pussy he'd ever had.
His lack of control shot an electric spark down his spine. Did she want him to stop? No, clearly. She was gargling moans against his shoulder and squealing. Could he stop if she wanted him to? No. He tried but his body wouldn't listen and the thought alone made his dick hurt.
"Um… ah.. ow…."
He gathered her in his arms and wrapped them around her, pinning her upper arms to her body and holding her firmly in place. You'd think she'd be loose from having his thick cock inside her for so long but she just kept getting tighter.
"H-huh.. hah.. gah.. g-huh…" he grunted as he pistoned into her. If anyone had been there to see, he would have looked like a desperate, primal, humping animal. "Pussy's so.. gUH… God, so.. Good pussy.. Fuck."
He fucked her wildly, savagely, and forced her to take it. She could hardly move. She could kick her legs, but she tried and they wouldn't listen. His cock was so wide inside her, so thick, it fogged her mind. Her body wouldn't listen, even when it hurt. She just wanted to take it. She wanted to be fucked by him, however he wanted to have her.
He was fucking her at such a wild pace it was honestly surprising that he hadn't just collapsed yet. His hips were screaming at him. His thighs, too. The muscles in his lower abdomen burned. But he wouldn't, couldn't stop. None of his hurt as much, even all together, as how good his cock felt sliding into her and slamming against her, slapping wet between them with his cum and her wetness. His groin was just wet, hot, good, pleasure. Nothing less. So much more than he could have ever imagined. She was so, so tight but her body accepted him all the same. It felt impossible on every thrust but then he slid in all the way, all his thickness and length balls deep inside her. And then he pulled himself out again, dragged out of her, and pounded back in. The grip was almost painful but it satisfied the throbbing in his cock. It sparked something deep, some dark well of pleasure that was just starting to trickle through him. A dam, more like. A dam about to burst.
"God, sweetie, you— hmf— you take me so— hah— so well— fuck! "
If he could see her he'd know how her toes were curling and her legs spasming without her control.
"Yeah? " she practically moaned, breathless.
"Yeah, honey, you're perfect. Fucking perfect pussy, FUCK! " He groaned, loud and deep and long. "Feels so good on my cock, good girl, making me feel soooo good— HAH! GAH! " He practically growled into her ear.
"I like that," she breathed.
"You like making my cock feel good?"
She nodded furiously, whining out a little mm-hmm!
He slowed down, but made each thrust much rougher. Her tightness fully engulfed him. Pulling out felt like an unbearable loss each time as that oh so sweet tightness left him.
"That's so good, baby."
"AH! AH! AH! AH! " Her voice with every thrust and she sounded on the verge of tears again. So fucking good. She took him so well, thick cock in her little teenaged pussy. "So good! "
"Oh, baby…" He fucked her as he started to come, shuddering to a stop as the throbbing in his cock got to be too much and his thighs gave out. It jumped and twitched and spurted inside her.
"Mm… ah… mmm…." Her legs locked around him and she pulled him in so his cock was fully seated inside her once again. "Mmmm!! "
He felt her clenching and fluttering and he knew that feeling. She was about to have an orgasm. She shuddered around him, coming on his cock. She shook and moaned garbled noises and not once did he loosen his grip on her. He just groaned, because of how good her coming pussy felt around him and how fucking amazing it felt to make her come, to force her to, to hold her down through it. It was the feeling of him cumming inside her that had sent her over the edge. His thick cock inside her sensitive little pussy, filling it with gooey, slick heat. It felt so good to come with her pussy squeezing all around him. Her coming too, getting wetter and warmer and tighter, sent his cock into overdrive. Pleasure sparked electric and hot all through his body, and that unbearable tug through the center of his dick, that made him shiver, that made his legs weak.
"Baby," he groaned, "sweetheart, gAAH—"
And he came again. Not quite as much cum as last time, but she was still fluttering around him as his cock jerked again and spurted, shooting even more cum into her. Some liquid leaked out of her pussy between them, so much wetness in her tight little hole filled totally by his wide cock.
There was a loud squelching noise as he pulled out of her. She whimpered and he looked down and saw his cum dribbling out, then gushing. Her pussy was wet and pink, pretty and utterly destroyed.
"I'll clean us up, pretty girl, okay?"
She nodded, mewling. God, she was adorable.
He went to the bathroom and cleaned up the puddle on the floor, grabbed a towel and wet part of it, then returned to her.
He knew what to do. He knew how he would keep her.