Page 59 of Infatuated as They Come
“So fucking pretty,” I muttered to myself, kneeling on the bed with one leg. It made complete sense that she had the prettiest pussy in the entire world. All delicate, deep golden skin; smooth and soft and glistening and gorgeous. So fucking perfect. “Do you even know how pretty you are?”
“Stop staring at me and hurry up,” she said, using that bratty little tone she used to always put on with me. It had apparently made a comeback tonight.
“Just let me look at you for a second.”
“You can look at me later.”
“Fuckin’ needy little thing,” I said. I was trying to multitask, my eyes stuck on that wet slit as I stuck a hand out to open the bedside table, feeling around for a condom. “Just wait there for me.”
“What are you doing?”
“I’m tryna be fucking responsible here is what I’m doing.” Eyes still on her, the tips of my fingers finally found the smooth foil packet I was after. I placed it between my teeth, still not able to take my eyes off her pussy. One of Holly’s most annoying traits had always been how stupid fucking hot she was, and it wasn’t any different now.
“I’m really sick of you being responsible,” she said. “You’ve been doing too much of that lately.”
“Just be patient.”
“Just forget about the condom. We don’t need it.”
“We don’t need it? You sleep through fucking health class or something? I know I did, but what were you doing?”
“Just pull out.”
“Do you hear yourself?”
“Well, you’re taking too long. Can you hurry up already?”
“You lose fuckin’ brain cells when you wanna have sex, you know that?” I snapped, finally ripping the packet open. I pushed down my jeans, hissing when I finally got my cock out, my fingers gripping my length tight. Hard as a fucking rock, I slid the condom on.
“Shut up. No, I don’t.”
“Yeah, you do. And then you lose even more during sex, and then when it’s all over with, you somehow magically grow them back. Never seen anything like it.”
“Just hurry up and—”
I thrusted into her, filling her up to the brim and letting out a long, deep grunt as I felt her soft pussy wrap around me. My hands stayed on her ass, kneading at her as I stayed right there inside her. “There we fuckin’ go,” I muttered. “That shut you up, huh?”
Holly whimpered, her face pressing into the bed. She was gripping at me, squeezing me, like she was pulling me in deeper, her pussy absolutely soaking fucking wet.
“God, you’ve got the tightest fuckin’ pussy.” I leaned down with a groan, lips right by her ear. “Aren’t I lucky?”
“Sawyer,” she said, voice muffled.
“You were being such a brat tonight, princess.”
“No… No, I wasn’t.”
“Yeah, you were.”
“I wasn’t.”
“You still wanna argue, huh?” I kissed at her bare shoulder. “You’re full of my fuckin’ cock and you still wanna fight. Maybe I should stop. Maybe I should leave you here begging and wanting it and not touch you at all.” I pulled just an inch of my cock out of her and she literally mewled, looking over her shoulder at me and shaking her head, those doe eyes all big and hazy and her cheeks a pretty red color.
“Don’t stop,” she whined. “Please don’t stop, please don’t stop. Please, I—”
It was fun teasing her, though. I pulled out a little more, giving hernothing but my swollen tip before pushing back in nice and deep. I was trying to look at everything all at once. First my eyes flew down to her round ass, taking in how damn good she looked with that little skirt all pushed up, then they moved down even further to take in her pretty pussy stuffed with my cock, and then she cried out and my gaze quickly flickered up to her face to see her half-closed eyes and parted lips that wouldn’t stop making the sweetest fucking noises.
“Christ,” I said with gritted teeth. “You look so fuckin’ good like this. Stay just like that for me. Wanna see that pretty face while I fuck you.”
