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Author: Becky Flade
clit. He felt her juices flowing into his hand and wanted to be inside her. She whimpered into his mouth and clung to his shoulders, riding his hand fast and hard. She came quickly and intensely, moaning into his open mouth, their eyes locked. He lifted his hand and licked her cum from his fingers. âGive me your panties.â
Kelly slipped out of them quickly, taking a second to use them to clean up before handing them over and smiling when he tucked the soaked satin in his pocket. When she wouldâve left the bathroom he grabbed her arm, âKelly. We canât tonight, Iâm not on tonight.â
She glanced down at the hard cock fighting against the fabric and imagined the drop of cum that would be pearling on the tip. âThen youâll have to wait to get off, wonât you, Michael?â The remainder of the evening passed in a blur but when her mother asked, Kelly honestly answered that sheâd had a good time.
Kelly carefully prepared for bed the following night and waited in candlelight for Michael to slip into her room. He did, quietly locking the door behind him and shedding his suit as he approached her. When he came to stand at her feet, he wore nothing but a hard-on. He reached for her without speaking, but she stepped away and told him to lie on the bed. He did as she asked and she quickly restrained his hands to each side of the headboard and his feet similarly.
âKelly? I canât protect you like this,â he pointed out, a smile on his face. Instead of answering, she took his cock into her mouth and with one large gulp, slid him into the back of her throat. She purred when she heard his breath hiss through his teeth. Kelly worked the length of his cock with her mouth, first slow and deep, then fast and shallow. She used her hand to pump the thick base while she gently teased the head with her tongue. She looked up at him from between his outstretched thighs and saw he was watching her, his expression dangerous. She laughed and climbed off the bed, producing a blindfold and her iPod from the nightstand drawer.
âBehave yourself, Michael,â she told him as she placed the headphones and blindfold on him. He couldnât see her, hear her or touch her, and she spent a long minute simply looking at his body. The narrow waist and lean thighs, the proud hard cock straining toward the ceiling still wet from her tongue, the way his chest got wider as it approached his strong shoulders, the sexy ripple of muscles in the outstretched arms. Mine, she thought, all mine .
She ran her nails lightly down his arm and along his side, watching as goose bumps appeared on his skin. She leaned down and gently bit his chin, her hair tickling his nipple. She took the little bud between her teeth and rolled it back and forth, her hand whispering along his abdomen to caress his prick. She moved slowly touching and tasting everything she could with more patience and much less innocence than the first time sheâd seduced him. She suckled his ankle in the same manner as he had hers, but found it didnât have the same effect. He did, however, tremble when she bit his inner thigh.
A drop of precum glistened on the head of Michaelâs cock and Kelly rubbed it across her nipple, before sliding up his body to straddle his chest. She leaned forward and rubbed her nipple against his lips, his tongue darting out, unaware of what he tasted. What they shared when she crushed her mouth to his and sucked the little bit of cum from the tip of his tongue. She kissed him long and deep, rubbing her fat clit against his breastbone. She slid off the bed and approached his bound hand. She placed her pussy into his palm and he slid two fingers inside her and she rode his hand as she had in the theater bathroom. She didnât let herself cum before backing away, only knelt and, taking his fingers into her mouth, sucked her juices from his skin. Michael moaned, louder than she thought he realized,
Kelly slipped out of them quickly, taking a second to use them to clean up before handing them over and smiling when he tucked the soaked satin in his pocket. When she wouldâve left the bathroom he grabbed her arm, âKelly. We canât tonight, Iâm not on tonight.â
She glanced down at the hard cock fighting against the fabric and imagined the drop of cum that would be pearling on the tip. âThen youâll have to wait to get off, wonât you, Michael?â The remainder of the evening passed in a blur but when her mother asked, Kelly honestly answered that sheâd had a good time.
Kelly carefully prepared for bed the following night and waited in candlelight for Michael to slip into her room. He did, quietly locking the door behind him and shedding his suit as he approached her. When he came to stand at her feet, he wore nothing but a hard-on. He reached for her without speaking, but she stepped away and told him to lie on the bed. He did as she asked and she quickly restrained his hands to each side of the headboard and his feet similarly.
âKelly? I canât protect you like this,â he pointed out, a smile on his face. Instead of answering, she took his cock into her mouth and with one large gulp, slid him into the back of her throat. She purred when she heard his breath hiss through his teeth. Kelly worked the length of his cock with her mouth, first slow and deep, then fast and shallow. She used her hand to pump the thick base while she gently teased the head with her tongue. She looked up at him from between his outstretched thighs and saw he was watching her, his expression dangerous. She laughed and climbed off the bed, producing a blindfold and her iPod from the nightstand drawer.
âBehave yourself, Michael,â she told him as she placed the headphones and blindfold on him. He couldnât see her, hear her or touch her, and she spent a long minute simply looking at his body. The narrow waist and lean thighs, the proud hard cock straining toward the ceiling still wet from her tongue, the way his chest got wider as it approached his strong shoulders, the sexy ripple of muscles in the outstretched arms. Mine, she thought, all mine .
She ran her nails lightly down his arm and along his side, watching as goose bumps appeared on his skin. She leaned down and gently bit his chin, her hair tickling his nipple. She took the little bud between her teeth and rolled it back and forth, her hand whispering along his abdomen to caress his prick. She moved slowly touching and tasting everything she could with more patience and much less innocence than the first time sheâd seduced him. She suckled his ankle in the same manner as he had hers, but found it didnât have the same effect. He did, however, tremble when she bit his inner thigh.
A drop of precum glistened on the head of Michaelâs cock and Kelly rubbed it across her nipple, before sliding up his body to straddle his chest. She leaned forward and rubbed her nipple against his lips, his tongue darting out, unaware of what he tasted. What they shared when she crushed her mouth to his and sucked the little bit of cum from the tip of his tongue. She kissed him long and deep, rubbing her fat clit against his breastbone. She slid off the bed and approached his bound hand. She placed her pussy into his palm and he slid two fingers inside her and she rode his hand as she had in the theater bathroom. She didnât let herself cum before backing away, only knelt and, taking his fingers into her mouth, sucked her juices from his skin. Michael moaned, louder than she thought he realized,