Page 28 of Heartless Heathens

I reached out to caress the side of her face, and the scowl that had been deeply carved into her forehead relaxed a bit.

“You don’t seem so bad,” she whispered.

“I don’t seem so good either.” I ran my hand up the shirt she wore, feeling the soft smoothness of her flesh under my touch.

Her skin was soft, burning hot and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching further up and palming her breast. She sucked in a loud breath as I ran my thumb over the hardened bead of her nipple. She looked shell shocked, but she wasn’t turning me away and there was something too magnetizing about her for me to worry whether this was right or wrong.

I slid my hand over her bare legs. Her eyes widened at the feel of my fingers dancing through the apex of her thighs and rubbing against her most sensitive parts. I slid my fingers down further just enough to feel her arousal starting to seep out.

She let out a soft mewl from her lips. I took it as encouragement to continue rubbing my fingers back and forth over her rapidly slickening cunt, keeping my eyes focused on hers. Her breathing hitched, chest heaving up and down while she relished in her pleasure quietly. I took it as a challenge, slowing my movements until I could feel a physical need from her, a need for me to give her more.

Finally her resolve broke.

“Mmm.” She finally relinquished her satisfaction, biting her lip as if it would tame the confusion burning through her expression.

Had Frollo’s little toy never taken the time to play with herself?

I moved my fingers in precise circles, finding the right rhythm she needed for her release. With a sudden sharp inhale her hand reached up to clasp my forearms, and her nails dug into my flesh. She closed her eyes and shook her head from side to side before finally letting go and letting out a cry of pleasure that had my cock begging for its own turn.

“What was that?” she asked between heavy breaths.

“I made you come. Was that the first time for you?” I asked her and her expression changed into one of astonishment.

She opened her mouth to answer but closed it instead.

“Why?” She was still breathing heavily.

I continued to rub my fingers back and forth, toying with her.

“I guess the better question is, why did you let me?” I asked, turning her into putty with just my hand.

“It felt good. Should I not have?”

I didn’t actually give her a chance to answer. I pulled her by her hips and she granted me a yelp before I straddled her over my head.

“W-wait,” she breathed out before my tongue lapped right through her center.

The sharp inhale of air she sucked in through her throat was so audible that my dick painfully strained inside my pants. I didn’t usually sleep in anything but underwear, but it felt like the only way to keep myself from stabbing her insides while she slept. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her and I’d just met her.

I’d settle for letting her fuck my face.

I could already tell that if I couldn’t keep my cock out of the equation I was going to be fucked when it came to this girl.

She melted onto me, relaxing her weight while I tongue fucked her into oblivion. I rubbed her ass roughly while guiding her hips in small circular motions. I plunged my tongue deep inside her before taking hold of her clit between my teeth and sucking with no abandon.

She cried perfect screams of nonsense with her second climax. Taking nearly twice as long to wind down and absentmindedly running her fingers through my hair like she’d somehow always done it before. It was oddly familiar. Once her high dropped she tried to climb off of me like she was ashamed of what I’d just done to her.

Purity culture was wild.

I chuckled, tugging her by the wrist and pulling her back into my chest, securing my little spoon in place and dealing with the pain of the hardest boner of my entire life digging into her back.

She was already awake by the time I opened my eyes, laying on her back with her gaze fixed onto the ceiling. Her hands clasped at her stomach like a little doll who’d been put back inside her box.

“How long have you been awake?” I asked her, and she turned her head to the side to glance at me.

“I don’t think I really fell asleep,” she confessed and my eyebrows automatically furrowed together.

“Are you scared of me? I wouldn’t have hurt you.”