“You must take every girl you have a crush on here.”, I teased, letting you lead me further into the garden.
“Just you.”
It was past dusk, the previously vibrant orange sky was now fading to stars. We were nearly shrouded in flowers, with rose bushes practically walling us in on every side. A trellis coiled in vines beckoned us closer, leading to a small enclave in the flora. Our little Garden of Eden was draped in soft-toned string lights. And in the center of it all, there was a wrought-iron table paired with two matching chairs and a vase of red roses adorned on top.
I tightened the grip of my small hand to yours, and traced my thumb over the peak of your knuckle gently. I had curled my hair into loose ringlets, the silvery-blonde strands flowing past my waist. Just the way I knew you liked it. A draped black dress clung to my hips, giving an eyeful of my curves with every step.
I could practically feel you eye-fucking me as I leaned over the roses. Rather than sitting down and admiring them, I placed the vase on the ground, out of harm’s way. Before I could turn back to face you, a hand gripped the nape of my neck. Firmly, but gently bending me down over the table.
“What do you want me to do to you?”, your usually soft-spoken voice was deeper.
“You know what I want~”, I purred, pressing my own blushing face harder into the ornate table.
“Of course I do, but I want you to *say* it. Or else it isn’t happening.”, your tone was stern, but cocky. I knew you loved making me needy.
“But that’s not fair.” I grumbled, getting flustered at the thought of having to tell *you* how badly I wanted my slit pumped full of seed. My fingers wrapped around the iron of the table, and I could tell you were losing your patience.
“Come on now darlin’, use your words.” you teased, making me squirm beneath you. Before I could respond, a wandering hand gripped my hip through the thin fabric of the dress.
*Fuck*, you always knew how to make me bashful. My face was cherry-red, and I wanted my *other* cheeks to match.
“I want you to make my ass red.”, I cooed.
“Is that all?”, your other hand abandoned my neck, and traced its way down to my other hip. Those calloused, strong hands grasped my hips like putty, digging into my pale skin through the soft fabric. Then, your hands slipped down to my thighs, grasped the flowy cloth, and hiked it up. Your fingers dug into my backside, not quite hard enough to leave bruises. Just enough to make me feel owned.
“No, I want you to *use* me.”, my sentence trailed off with a moan, your fingers were slipping lower, pressing against my pussy. I knew I was already soaked. You realized too when your fingers hooked around my panties and pulled them to the side.
“Are you sure? I’m not going to unless you fucking *beg* for it.”, I whined in response and pushed myself toward your fingers. My bare slit was practically dripping nectar. You toyed with me, slipping your fingers just barely past my entrance and pressing them gently against my clit. I grinded my hips needily against your palm, taking every bit of stimulation that I could. Then, you pulled your fingers away, and I whined even more.
“Fuck, p-please fill me, I can’t handle much more of this…”, I stuttered and my grip on the iron tightened.
“Not yet, even a slut knows how to count, right?”, you taunted as I wiggled my ass slightly, hoping to tempt you to smack it. I nodded in response eagerly, and tried not to tense up in anticipation.
THWACK
“Unf-one.”
THWACK
“Two.”
THWACK
“Ow, three.”
“See? Was that so bad? I think you deserve more.”, even though I couldn’t see it, I could tell you had a sly grin etched onto your face. Then, you made me count to 10.
My face thoroughly matched the hue of my rear. You dug your fingers into the smatter of red on my ass, before bringing your hands back to my neck. I heard your fly unzip, and before I knew it something warm was pressing against my thigh, practically throbbing. Your hand slipped from my neck to spidering into my hair, gripping it tightly. My head was pulled back abruptly, making me arch my back against you.
“Tell me what you want.”, your smooth tone vibrated against my ear, and I felt you lining up your cock to my cunt. The head was pressed slightly against my tight opening, and I pushed back against it lustfully.
“I want you inside of me.” And with that you eased your way into my slit, completely stretching me out. Before I could react, you slammed your entire length into me, slowly pulling your way out, and then battering my cervix again. That little garden was filled with the sound of a pussy getting properly pummeled. My little whines and moans would’ve been easily heard by any neighbors, and if they came closer to investigate, the sound of a wet cunt getting ruined would’ve been just as obvious.
With my back still arched, you wrapped your fingers around my throat, holding me in place. Your fist had a firm grip, but I could still breathe. You grunted into my ear every so often, obviously getting close.
“Where do you want it?”, you sneered into my ear, somehow managing to slam into my pussy harder.
“Ah-fuck, can you fill my cunt?”
The fingers around my throat tightened, “Say please.”
“*Please* fill my cunt.”, I whined as I squeezed my thighs, trying to keep you from pulling out.
Then, I felt your cock throbbing inside, drenching me with seed. As my insides were anointed with cum, my hips grinded back towards you, trying to milk every drop. When your member slid out of me, semen poured down my thighs, mixed with my own wetness down towards the soft grass below.
Your hand fell from my neck, and grasped my shoulder, turning me towards you.
“Sit on the table, it’s your turn.”
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