Page 14 of One Night

“Good girl,” I groan as she grips my cock in her tiny hand and slides her tongue up and over my shaft. Fuck, this is happening. There’s no going back now, and I’m sure that whatever happens tonight will be worth whatever bullshit it causes.

I grip the edge of the chair and tangle my free hand in her long silky hair as her soft lips press against my cock with a sigh.

God damn it! This one-night thing is going to be embarrassingly short.

Her tongue twists around the head and sends a shiver through me as her warm, wet mouth takes me in.

“Good fuckin’ girl, honey.” I hold her head against my cock. “Keep going. Take me all the way in.” Her head moves back and forth, and with each suction, she gags a little more.

“Okay, honey. Stop or I’ll come in your throat.”

This only makes her suck harder and faster.

Damn it! There’s no stopping this train. It’s on a collision course, full speed ahead. I grip her hair and hold her down on my cock as a tingling shoots up from my toes and into my groin, spilling come into her throat as she continues to lick and suck me dry.

“Fuck, Nora. Make a mess for me. I want to see myself all over you.”

Slurping off my cock, she sticks out her tongue and stares up at me as my sticky, white seed drips from her lips and falls onto her chin, her neck, her breasts.

This is so fucked up. I shouldn’t be seeing her like this. Those dark eyes. My come covering her soft skin like lotion that needs to be rubbed in.

“You look so fuckin’ good, honey.” I can’t stop studying her, watching her, aching for her, even though I’ve just come all over her pretty little face. Leaning down, I lift her from the ground and set her back on the table, spreading her legs wide before biting my way toward her dripping seam.

Moaning, she thrusts up into me, scrubbing her soft crease against my beard with need and eager anticipation. Moan after moan spills from her lips and my tongue is a wild animal without reason for pause.

I dig into her, flicking against her clit, sucking hard, breathing her in as she grips my hair and tugs at the top of my ear.

Her beautiful hair is a wild mess behind her, and her back is arched up and away from the table as she grinds against my beard, muting her sounds as not to wake Ellie. I’ve never felt more primal in my life. I need all of this woman, and I need her now!

“Yes,” she pants, “right there. Don’t stop!”

I clamp down instinctively as she moans, my body on fire for more.

Reaching up, I twist my finger against her nipple and suck the bud of her tiny little pussy into my mouth. Her pretty pink lips. Her tight little opening. I need all of her. She tastes so fucking good.

I lick her over and over again, dragging my tongue over every free space, sucking her swollen clit into my mouth with a growl.

“Oh my God, don’t stop. Please. Right there. Yes!” She’s breathless and panting, her hips rolling and digging into my face. Her breasts sway back and forth as I push her curved frame with each thrust of my tongue.

“I’m gonna come,” she pants, seconds before her body begins convulsing against my face. Her thighs squeeze my cheeks, and though I think she wants me to stop, I can’t stop licking the seam of her swollen lips.

She jumps and jerks away in the other direction, giggling, trying to escape my grasp, but I can’t let her go. “Okay, okay… stop. I—”

I torture her as she tortured me, digging into her tight little pussy, cleaning her up, tasting her, feeling her move and squirm against my face as her thighs press against my cheeks and squeeze.

“Seriously.” There’s a smile in her tone as she says, “Stop. I can’t take any more.”

I kiss the lips of her pussy and lean up, licking the seam one last time before kissing her thighs and dragging her to the edge of the table. My cock is hard, her tits are swaying, her nipples are stiff, her pussy is soaking wet, and I can’t stop thinking about all the things I’m not supposed to do.

“I need you inside of me,” she begs. “Fill me up. Please!”

“Oh, honey, I want to. Trust me. It’s only for one night, right? The trouble is… I don’t have a condom right now.”

“Yeah,” her eyes widen, “I don’t care. If I don’t feel you right now, I won’t be okay. Trust me.”

There are a million things telling me to stop, but I push past every single one of them.

Her father could find out… so be it.

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