Page 59 of The Man Upstairs

“Good girl,” I said again, and she sped up.

My breaths shortened when she met my movements with hers. Her mouth worked my cock with a gentle hunger, and her sweet fingers had just enough grip to drive me wild. I could have shot my load at full force to the back of her throat, but I didn’t want to do that. I wanted her to see me come.

I eased her away from me, leaving a delicious string of spit from her mouth to the end of my cock, and when she looked up at me through her glasses, lips puffy, I was muted. I was staring into the eyes of a filthy angel.

In my experience, there is a Lilith in every sweet Eve. I’d seen it plenty. Girls with cute grins, who’d turn into kinky little bitches in the bedroom, but Rosie had a deeper depth to her callings. One little lap of her tongue as her eyes fixed on mine said everything.

Rosie wanted to be a naughty girl, and it was far more of a contrast to her regular nature.

There was no denying it anymore. Despite her inexperience and her pure innocence, and the sweetness in her smile, Rosie really did want to be the girl in the photos.

“Let me taste it,” she said. “I want to taste it when you come.”

“Watch first,” I told her, and my voice was lower this time. More authoritative.

She stared at my cock as I worked it, positioning herself on instinct so she would see me spurt above her like a seedy fountain. I spat on my fingers to lube myself up even more, and moved my hand fast. My balls were screaming, pounding, needing release.

“Watch me like a good girl,” I said, and she did watch, eyes staring at my swollen cock as I began to unload.

The first spurt shot high, landing hard on her face to streak her glasses, the next dribbled down the full length of me as I groaned and kept on pumping. The third was a fucking explosion, with waves in its aftermath, and I was too out of my head to keep a track of myself. I came and came and came.

My ears were ringing as I looked down at the girl with cum smeared lenses, and the Lilith showed in her again. Rosie lapped her tongue up against me like a dirty little kitten, tasting cum for the very first time.

“Do you like that?” I asked, and she nodded, showing me her tongue before she swallowed.

“Yeah, I love it.”

“Take some more then.”

I did take hold of her hair this time. I pushed the swollen head of my dick in her mouth, dripping with cum as she slurped at me. She was a very, very good student.

She smacked her lips as I pulled away and I didn’t waste any time dropping down on top of her. I pinned her nicely and licked my cum from around her lips, before kissing her deeply enough to taste myself. It was pure, beautiful filth with a perfect angel.

“Your turn now,” I said after she’d kissed me back, and she was already well on the road to an orgasm when I positioned myself so her pussy was in my face. “Show me how you play,” I told her, and her fingers were frantic up close. Flickers against her slit, teasing her clit.

She’d have finished herself off in thirty seconds at the most if I hadn’t stilled her hand.

She moaned as I did it, in animalistic protest, but I gave her anothershhh. I teased her pussy lips open to see her clit glistening, and I circled it with my cum-wet tongue.

Cum on her clit, that’s what I wanted to see.

My insanity reached a whole new level of lunacy. My cock was already hard again at the rush of fresh fantasies. Crazy, wild wants that came from nothing but the raw, basal ether.

These were new to me.

I wanted to coat my fingers with my cum and push them all the way into Rosie’s tight little cunt. It felt possessive, as though it would be the power of some kind of primal ownership that made no sense whatsoever to my rational mind.

I was always so careful with the girls I fucked. The last thing I wanted was any kind ofaccident, but I hadn’t so much as asked Rosie if she was on any form of contraception. This really was bloody madness.

No. NO. I wouldn’t entertain it.

I forced my crazy urges aside and focused on her. Her delicious pussy made that easy. Sucking on her clit was enough of a distraction to block out the world. The way she twisted her fingers in my hair and ground against me with whimpers ofyes, yes, yescould keep me consumed for days on end.

She moaned like a princess, squirming and panting and bucking as I made her come, and then she thanked me with gasping breaths as I kissed my way back up her body. Her mouth was open for my kiss by the time I reached her.

I loved the taste of pussy and cum in tandem – the polarities of pure sex, in the beautiful twist of tongues.

This particular set of polarities was perfection in human form.