You doze. The room is heavy with heat and our combined scent, your arm curled under your head, your skirt still hiked up over your hips and my cum still leaking from you. I feel a fierce possessiveness in seeing it, my cock stirring again, wanting to roll you onto your back and drive into you, wake you up by stretching that pretty, little pussy some more.
I let you sleep though, rising to wash myself and hurrying back on silent feet to study you in the low light, your curves and shadowed angles, the tattoos that cover your skin like armor and your deceptively innocent face.
The fact that you are private in your utter depravity, in that you’ve only shared it with me, is strangely adorable. By the grace of whatever hedonistic god you chose to bless me with the power to coax you into losing control, a perfect, little slut from my darkest, most fetishistic dreams.
You are a fetish, from your carefully trimmed bangs to the black stockings so tightly encasing your pale legs. Those legs shift as you stir, opening to flash me your swollen sex, still wet with our cum. I have to bite my knuckles to keep from touching you.
Your eyes, smeared with the remains of your mascara, blink open as though you can feel my scrutiny and you smirk up at me, stretching out your limbs with a groan.
“You need a shower, dirty girl.” I reach out to touch the strands of hair that have escaped your ponytail and you smile, reaching back to unsnap your bra, letting the red lace slide away from your breasts.
“You want to help me, sir?”
I grin. “Oh, yes.”
You strip quickly and let me lead you to the shower, pulling the ponytail holder from your hair and combing your fingers through it.
I turn on the water, gathering a washcloth and a fresh bar of soap. You step under with a smile and a welcoming sigh, the warm water sluicing over your dark hair and across your breasts.
I watch you wash your hair, feeling strange, as though I were still seeing you on a computer screen. You hum to yourself as you rinse the makeup from your cheeks, running your hands down your body slowly, deliberately. As much as I don’t want to remove my glasses I do, and you’re haloed by a Gaussian blur, soft and softer.
You turn and smile, your eyes even bigger with all that hair slicked back from your face. I start at the sudden touch of your hand on my cock, your clever, little fingers tugging until I come closer, stepping into the water. You’re small enough that you can duck under the stream, pulling me in.
“Let me take care of you…” You work the bar of soap with your free hand, lathering a handful of bubbles that you then smear over my aching cock, washing gently and thoroughly.
I’ve held my breath without realizing it and let it out now, shuddering into a groan as you work me under the water, rinsing me clean with your little smirk almost hidden in your wet hair.
When you lather up the bar of soap in the washcloth I take it from you, leaning down to place a hard kiss on your shoulder, raking my teeth over your skin to make you shudder.
I wash you quickly, running my hands over your sex and through the crack of your ass, clearing away the stain of my seed.
My cock has been painfully hard since you stepped into the water, your pale skin beaded with droplets. I reach out, closing my fingers around your slender throat and watching your pupils dilate as I gently squeeze.
I run my free hand over your breasts, squeezing and pinching until you’re breathing hard, biting at your lower lip and trembling. I slide that hand back and push you against the shower wall, your breasts pressed against the cold glass. I kneel, moving both hands to cup and squeeze the cheeks of your ass, pulling them open to show me that tiny pucker, swollen from my cock.
You whisper my name, going up on tiptoe to give me better access to your body. “Good girl.”
You jump at the first touch of my tongue, sliding up the back of your thigh. I pause to bite the soft underside of your ass, sucking at your flesh and cutting my teeth into you just this side of pain. You pant and writhe above me, reaching back to push my wet hair out of my eyes, and your smile makes me want to bite harder.
I run my tongue over the pain I’ve caused you, dipping into the swollen lips of your sex and up through the crack of your ass, sliding my tongue into your tender, little hole. You squeal and bite at your fingers, blushing, too damn cute.
I stand, towering over you now, and you look up at me with a giggle. “Am I in trouble, daddy?”
I can’t help but laugh, even as I reach out to hold your throat again, running my thumb over your lower lip. Your tongue flicks out, hot, wet and gone, and I lean down to whisper against your lips.
“Always.”
You kiss me, hard, almost bruising, going up on tiptoe again to do so and deliberately tightening my hand around your neck. My little minx.
I push you, gently, to your knees. Your smile turns into a grin as you slide your hands up my body, your little fingers dancing through my chest hair, and you lean in to press the sweetest, little kiss on the weeping head of my cock, making my stomach muscles contract.
You make a contented sound as you begin to lick at me, your beautiful lips opening to stretch taut over my dick and I grind out,“Yes. Good.”
Reaching down and tangling my hands in your wet hair, I warn you with an evil smile, “Take a deep breath, kitten.”
You obey immediately, thrilling me as I shove my cock down your throat, making you gag and fight to swallow. I mutter encouragement, touching your chin to bring your gaze to mine, those green eyes watering as I fuck that pretty face.
“Good girl,” I work myself slowly in and out of your mouth, saliva starting to bubble and slide down from the corners. It’s gorgeous and surreal- I have touched myself to the thought of this very act too many times to count, and the real thing is almost too much.
You’re perfect, your little hands on my hips as you struggle to take it all, choking yourself and drooling all down your chin to splash on your breasts.
I finally have to say, “Good kitten,” and pull myself free or I’m going to cum down your throat and I have plans for you. I pull you to your feet and wipe your sloppy mouth, laying a kiss on your swollen lips.
I turn you against the glass again, sliding your legs apart with my foot and pressing my aching cock against the softness of your ass. Reaching down and around, I slide my fingertips through the slick folds of your sex, so wet that you drip into my open palm. “Such a good girl, good little cock sucker.”
You blush and turn your face away. “Shut uuuup!”
I drive a finger into you, making you squeak and jump. “What was that?”
You say nothing, defiant, and I chuckle as I slide a second finger in, listening to the little changes in your breathing, the shudder in your voice.
I wrap my hand around your throat again as I begin to stroke my cock up and down, through the wet crack of your ass, your cunt so wet I slide in easily, your tight sheath sucking me in.
You whimper my name and it makes the hair on my arms rise, my hands clutching at you to hold you right where I need you.
You throw your wet hair back to slap across my chest, letting out a guttural cry as I slam my cock into you in retaliation. You give me such a fierce look that I almost cum, a little, black cat showing its claws. I slap your ass hard, reaching up to grab a fistful of your hair and yank your head back and you scream through gritted teeth, choking out my name again and again.
I close my hand around your throat just as you begin to cum, writhing and bucking against me, your hot, little cunt swallowing me whole.
“On your knees.” I snarl, and you obey at once, splashing down in the cooling water and sticking your tongue out like a wet dream come to life.
The first stream of my cum splashes across your lips, dripping down over your greedy, little tongue. I moan, grabbing your hair to keep you still, my cum sliding in thick ropes across your breasts and belly, down toward your soaked cunt.
We’re both breathing too hard but you start to giggle, anyway, reaching down to work my cum into your skin, making me moan, my spent cock jumping and making me shudder.
You give me that smirk. “Such a good daddy. So generous.”
I groan and reach down to squeeze my aching cock, which is already starting to stir. I’d call it a miracle but I know it’s just you.
It’s definitely you.