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With my free hand, I unbutton my jeans and let my cock out of its restraints. The sticky cum on me is no indication of relief because he’s still rock hard and an angry shade of red. I don’t touch him, just let him hang there fully hard and pointing at her, his desired target clear.
After that’s done, I reach up and cup her breast, then move back and forth between them, pinching each nipple. She writhes on the bed as I do everything I can to heighten her arousal and give her the best orgasm possible. This time when she cums, I want it on my mouth so I can eat her pleasure. Devour it into my body.
I suck her clit, and her legs tighten around my face as her back bows off the bed. I keep my fingers inside her cunt, strong and steady as I fuck in and out of her, my mouth covering her clit. I pinch her nipple and curl my fingers up to her sweet spot inside, and then she explodes.
She screams, not in fear but in absolute passion. She holds nothing back as her orgasm takes control of her body and she is a slave to my touch. I don’t change pressure as I work her higher and higher until she collapses onto the bed.
Slowly, I love her pussy, giving her small kisses and touches as I pull my fingers out and move my tongue to her entrance, tasting her cum and licking her clean. I moan at the sweetness of her orgasm, rubbing my nose and chin against her. Wanting to coat every part of my face in her honey.
“Trace,” she breathes and reaches for me.
Reluctantly I pull myself away from her cunt and move up her body, kissing her curves along the way so that I don’t miss an inch of her.
My cock is hard and thick between us, and I have to hold my hips back so he doesn’t find her warmth. If my cock touches her wetness, I won’t be able to stop myself from pushing inside. And I know the tip won't be enough. I’ll have to take one inch, then another, then another. He won’t be satisfied until I’m balls deep in that virgin pussy and wearing it out.
“I’m going to go to the kitchen and get you something to eat, baby doll. You fed me, now let me feed you.”
She closes her eyes and smiles, completely sated. I give her lips a small kiss before I stand from the bed and look down at her. She’s so beautiful in my bed, and my heart aches to crawl back on top of her, her small naked body with all its curves on full display for me. Her legs are still spread wide open, and I can see her wetness glistening on her thighs.
After a second of staring, I realize I can’t just walk away like this. So I reach down and stroke my cock looking at her. Her eyes are still closed, and her breathing is even. She’s fallen asleep after the orgasm I gave her, and she looks like an angel.
Cum leaks from my cock with every stroke of my fist, and after a few hard pulls, I cum. Long spurts come out and land on her soft belly. As soon as the thick stream hits her, her eyes startle open and she watches me. The sight of her bright green eyes has me cumming all over again, another wave of my cream shooting from my cock to coat her thick thighs and pussy.
I grunt out the last of it, shaking my dick and letting the last few drops fall on her. I should have made myself wait, but seeing my cum on her is enough to sate my beast, to hold me over for a little longer before I fully make her mine.
6
Addison
“What are you doing?”
I look up to see Trace leaning on the door frame and staring at me as I sit on the floor of his bedroom. His big body takes up most of the space in the doorway, and he’s got a crooked smile on his lips as he watches me.
“I was just making myself something to wear. I hope you don’t mind.” I hold up a piece of the dark blue bed-sheet I’d cut up.
“You can do anything you want around here, baby doll,” he drawls. I smile at that.
I knew he wouldn’t mind me cutting up the sheet. Trace doesn’t get upset about anything I do. It’s nice not having to worry about my every step. I used to always try to be unnoticed, but with Trace it’s not like that at all. In fact, I’m always trying to get his attention.
“I thought you had stuff you had to do?” I ask as I cut the end of the thread and tie it off. He said he had a few things he needed to take care of out in the barn, but he’d only been gone maybe thirty minutes.
“I don’t like being away from you for too long.” I look back up at him and see he’s taken a step into the room. Moving closer to me.
“I don’t like being away from you either, but I know you have stuff to do. Plus, I don’t really have anything to wear to go with you.” It’s why I hadn’t gone to the barn with him.
His sister had only left two pieces of clothing here, and both of them were dirty. Thanks to Trace. I feel myself blush remembering it.
“I ordered you some stuff. Should be here tomorrow.”
“You ordered me stuff when you were in the barn?” I ask, unable to hide my shock.
“No, last night when you were sleeping. I did it on my computer. I had it overnighted, and if you don’t like what I got, you can send it back and get something else.”
“I’m sure it’s perfect.” I don’t care if it’s a paper bag, I’ll wear it if he got it for me. I can’t even remember the last time I’d gotten new clothes. Mine were all a little small because my father would never get me anything new. Being given anything was rare, so I’d learned how to make my own.
“I’m going to miss seeing you in my clothes,” he says, eyeing me in one of his oversized shirts. It could nearly be a dress.
I raise my hand for him to help me off the ground, but he bends down, placing his hands under my arms and lifting me. He puts me on my feet and kisses the top of my head.
“I do like sleeping in your shirts, so you’ll get your fix then.”
“I changed my mind. I hate seeing you in my clothes. You’ll have to sleep in nothing.”
Shaking my head, I tug his shirt I have on now over my head and toss it on the floor. I stand naked before him. His eyes roam over me, going straight to my breasts, and he makes a grab for me, but I jump back.
“Let’s see if it fits.” I bend down and pick up the makeshift dress. I know if I let him get his hands on me, I won't be trying on the dress anytime soon.
“Let me,” he says, reaching out and taking it from my hands. “Arms up.”
I do as he says, and he slides the dress down my arms and over my head. Once it’s in place, I look up to him with hopeful eyes only to see he’s angry.
“You aren’t leaving the house in that,” he growls. I look down at the dress. I sewed little notches to bunch the material at the waist and to make the top fit tighter. The bottom flares out a little, but I know the problem. I’d cut it too short.
“You don’t like it?” I ask, doing a little twirl that makes the dress fly up. Trace’s eyes go straight to my sex.
He licks his lips, and I know what he’s thinking. It’s something he’s been doing to me pretty much constantly since yesterday. He loves to kiss between my legs. He’s done it four times in the last twenty-four hours. I could lie in bed forever and let him do that to me. That’s kind of what I did this morning until he pulled me from the bed saying I had to eat.
“Oh, I’m going to fucking love it when it’s on the floor next to my shirt.” He growls again, and then lunges for me. I squeal, dodging his grab. “You wanna play?” He raises one eyebrow as I slowly start backing farther away from him.
“Maybe,” I bait.
“Baby doll, you know I’m gonna catch you.”
“But what are you going to do to me when you do?” I lick my lips thinking about tasting him. About him making me taste him when he catches me. My breathing picks up just th
inking about it. A delicious thrill goes straight to my core.
He growls again, and this time he really comes for me. I jump onto the bed and scurry to the other side. He puts both hands on the bed, leaning over it a little. “The likelihood of that dress making it when I get my hands on you goes down every second it takes me to catch you.”
“This dress?” I twirl again, the dress fluttering around my upper thighs as he springs towards me. I scream, running through the bedroom door, into the hallway, and down the stairs. I can hear him behind me as I run as fast as I can through the living room into the kitchen, heading straight for the back door.
I hear a loud thump and I know he probably just jumped down the stairs. Flinging open the back door, I barrel out of the house laughing and running straight into someone. Hands come to my shoulders, stopping me from falling on my ass.
“What the hell?” the man says. My gaze travels up and lands on a man who looks to be about Trace’s age, but he’s not built as big as him. He’s got brown eyes that match his hair perfectly. A smile pulls at his lips, but he makes no move to let me go. I just stare up at him in shock.
“Let her go.” Trace doesn’t even give him time to do as he demands as he pulls me from the other man’s hold. He places me behind him so the man can’t see me. All I can see is Trace’s broad back.
“Fuck, Trace, I didn’t know you had a chick over here. Hell, I didn’t know you ever had anyone over here,” the mystery man says.
“Watch your fucking mouth in front of her.”
“That doesn’t make a lick of sense. You just dropped the F-bomb yourself.” I can hear laughter in the other man’s voice, but it doesn’t seem to be helping cool Trace down. I can see the tension radiating through his body.
“I’ll say whatever the fuck I want in front of my woman. You, on the other hand, don’t have that liberty,” Trace bites out. I reach up, placing my hands on his back, letting my fingers rub small circles. He leans into it a little, as if trying to get my touch deeper into him.
