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Story: Obsessed-
“It looks good on you, all mine. But you’re right...” my eyes flare, “that is my jacket and I want it back.”Reaching forward with my hands, I gently pull it off her bare shoulders and shequivers in the cold, her nipples hardening underneath the flimsy material. Her breasts are perky. Perfectly rounded and bigger than I thought.
“You should go back inside. Don’t want you to catch a cold,” I rasp and she nods, turning around. The back of her slip has slid in between her ass cheeks, making my tongue envy it and she walks over the grass with me practically breathing down her neck.
We don’t stop; I push her without pushing her up the staircase to her bedroom. I want her first time with me to be in a familiar place. I want her to enjoy this.
With my mouth against her ear, I rasp, “If you’re going to leave this house again, then you’re going to leave it, feeling me between your pretty legs.”
She doesn’t protests only inhales, deciding to be compliant, knowing I’ll break down any resistance anyway and she opens the door.
Her breaths are rapid and she’s flushed. And anxious. Like she knows I don’t belong in a pretty room such as hers. Like she knows I belong down in a dark basement where all monsters lurk.
And yet she looks like she wants me, her eyes glimmering and she’s rubbing her thighs together, making me want to open my mouth and swallow her.Just once.
I don’t know how many times I fantasized about this back in those days when she didn’t know me. I would crack a bottle open, then pace my apartment back and forth, imagining her in my arms.
She’s the prettiest thing a man could ask for. The streetlights shine on her skin, on that thick, lush hair. My fists clench, my short nails digging into my palm.
“Need to strip you, all mine. Need you as bare as the lucky day you were born.”
Her tongue flicks out and she licks those petal looking lips. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Love you. Adore you.” My hands go to her slip. “Think you can take my love? Take me into you whenever I need you to?”
She nods with blushing cheeks, before abruptly stopping. “What if I c...cant?” she asks, suddenly worried and I palm her hair.
She’s told me she’s never been with a man and when she said it she looked ashamed, having no idea it was the best gift she could have given me.
“Try,” I say against her collarbone, licking her smooth skin, “for me.”“I’ll t...try.”
Hooking her straps with my fingers, I remove the barely there garment from her until she’s standing in only a thong. Her breasts are a perfect size, the peaks a little too big and I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to separate my mouth from them.
Palming them I groan at the plushy texture, my eyes rolling back in my head. I need to suck on those virgin tits and I put my lips on one, making her twitch and a damp smell spreads in the air and my lips curve.
She’s getting wet. Ready to accept my thick length into that slippery, tight hole of hers. Reaching down, I tug at her thong, teasing and ripping at it, looking for that sloppy sound.
And there it is. Slapping in the room and I tug her panties down, cursing inwardly at how beautiful she is. Her thick, smooth slit as untouched as freshly fallen snow and I rub my hand over my mouth, needing to taste her.
“Stan,” Amber whimpers, “I need you...” she bites her lip, her cheeks flushing when a trail of arousal runs down her shapely thigh. I use my tongue to clean her up, making my way to her entrance.
When I find the spot, she cries out. Such an innocent, defenseless sound and I clamp down on her hips, rotating her upwards, making sure my tongue hits the roof of her silkiness and her heels lift of the ground.She’s panting, twisting and twitching like a little prey that just doesn’t know how to stay still. I need her stunned and I eat her out, until the pulses on my tongue become frantic. Hard. Pretty, little slaps that smell of purity.
Soon that smell will be replaced with my own. I need her dirty. I need her dark. It’s the only way we’ll be able to make this work. I force an orgasm out of her, then another, making sure to gently hold her clit between my lips but the way she comes is still too intense, overthrowing that musical, little body.
The way she twitches once again reminds me of a small thing that’s just been caught. And that just doesn’t know when to give up. She should. It’s over for us. I have her. I’ve seen her like nobody else has seen her, touched her where nobody touches her.
She’s mine.
She doesn’t understand. Yet. She’s still looking at me with dreamy eyes, a sweet smile, having no idea just how deep my feelings about her go. The clawing in my chest comes back, but I push it away.
That side of me can’t come out now. Don’t want those eyes to widen in terror.
Cupping her, I lay her down on the bed, pushing her up against the pillows and she’s so intoxicated on her orgasm that her legs fall open and I hiss at the unraveling of her shameless femininity.
It hurts my heart. To see her like this. To be able to have her like this. Makes my skin feel like it’s made out of glass, as if I’ll break any second now.
Tugging at the hem of my shirt, I pull it over my back and Amber’s hooded eyes flare with interest and she licks her lips, like she has a healthy appetite for me.
“Touch yourself while I undress,” I say and she lifts her hand, but then hesitates. My eyes heat up in reprimand, making her gasp and when I buckle with my belt, pulling my slacks farther down, revealing the first line of hair, her hand flies to where I want it.
“You should go back inside. Don’t want you to catch a cold,” I rasp and she nods, turning around. The back of her slip has slid in between her ass cheeks, making my tongue envy it and she walks over the grass with me practically breathing down her neck.
We don’t stop; I push her without pushing her up the staircase to her bedroom. I want her first time with me to be in a familiar place. I want her to enjoy this.
With my mouth against her ear, I rasp, “If you’re going to leave this house again, then you’re going to leave it, feeling me between your pretty legs.”
She doesn’t protests only inhales, deciding to be compliant, knowing I’ll break down any resistance anyway and she opens the door.
Her breaths are rapid and she’s flushed. And anxious. Like she knows I don’t belong in a pretty room such as hers. Like she knows I belong down in a dark basement where all monsters lurk.
And yet she looks like she wants me, her eyes glimmering and she’s rubbing her thighs together, making me want to open my mouth and swallow her.Just once.
I don’t know how many times I fantasized about this back in those days when she didn’t know me. I would crack a bottle open, then pace my apartment back and forth, imagining her in my arms.
She’s the prettiest thing a man could ask for. The streetlights shine on her skin, on that thick, lush hair. My fists clench, my short nails digging into my palm.
“Need to strip you, all mine. Need you as bare as the lucky day you were born.”
Her tongue flicks out and she licks those petal looking lips. “What are you going to do to me?”
“Love you. Adore you.” My hands go to her slip. “Think you can take my love? Take me into you whenever I need you to?”
She nods with blushing cheeks, before abruptly stopping. “What if I c...cant?” she asks, suddenly worried and I palm her hair.
She’s told me she’s never been with a man and when she said it she looked ashamed, having no idea it was the best gift she could have given me.
“Try,” I say against her collarbone, licking her smooth skin, “for me.”“I’ll t...try.”
Hooking her straps with my fingers, I remove the barely there garment from her until she’s standing in only a thong. Her breasts are a perfect size, the peaks a little too big and I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to separate my mouth from them.
Palming them I groan at the plushy texture, my eyes rolling back in my head. I need to suck on those virgin tits and I put my lips on one, making her twitch and a damp smell spreads in the air and my lips curve.
She’s getting wet. Ready to accept my thick length into that slippery, tight hole of hers. Reaching down, I tug at her thong, teasing and ripping at it, looking for that sloppy sound.
And there it is. Slapping in the room and I tug her panties down, cursing inwardly at how beautiful she is. Her thick, smooth slit as untouched as freshly fallen snow and I rub my hand over my mouth, needing to taste her.
“Stan,” Amber whimpers, “I need you...” she bites her lip, her cheeks flushing when a trail of arousal runs down her shapely thigh. I use my tongue to clean her up, making my way to her entrance.
When I find the spot, she cries out. Such an innocent, defenseless sound and I clamp down on her hips, rotating her upwards, making sure my tongue hits the roof of her silkiness and her heels lift of the ground.She’s panting, twisting and twitching like a little prey that just doesn’t know how to stay still. I need her stunned and I eat her out, until the pulses on my tongue become frantic. Hard. Pretty, little slaps that smell of purity.
Soon that smell will be replaced with my own. I need her dirty. I need her dark. It’s the only way we’ll be able to make this work. I force an orgasm out of her, then another, making sure to gently hold her clit between my lips but the way she comes is still too intense, overthrowing that musical, little body.
The way she twitches once again reminds me of a small thing that’s just been caught. And that just doesn’t know when to give up. She should. It’s over for us. I have her. I’ve seen her like nobody else has seen her, touched her where nobody touches her.
She’s mine.
She doesn’t understand. Yet. She’s still looking at me with dreamy eyes, a sweet smile, having no idea just how deep my feelings about her go. The clawing in my chest comes back, but I push it away.
That side of me can’t come out now. Don’t want those eyes to widen in terror.
Cupping her, I lay her down on the bed, pushing her up against the pillows and she’s so intoxicated on her orgasm that her legs fall open and I hiss at the unraveling of her shameless femininity.
It hurts my heart. To see her like this. To be able to have her like this. Makes my skin feel like it’s made out of glass, as if I’ll break any second now.
Tugging at the hem of my shirt, I pull it over my back and Amber’s hooded eyes flare with interest and she licks her lips, like she has a healthy appetite for me.
“Touch yourself while I undress,” I say and she lifts her hand, but then hesitates. My eyes heat up in reprimand, making her gasp and when I buckle with my belt, pulling my slacks farther down, revealing the first line of hair, her hand flies to where I want it.