Page 13 of Seduced at Stevens Street
“What’s the matter little boy,” she said as I brought her to her feet. “You going to come in your boxers?”
I couldn’t contain the smile that I knew spread over my face. “Oh, you are a naughty little girl,” I said. “Let’s see if you can take what you dish out.”
In one movement, I took her tank top off, exposing her gorgeous breasts. I arranged her hair over the front of her, her nipples poking through the tresses. God! Was she beautiful, sexy, and innocent looking all at the same time.
“Stay perfectly still,” I told her. Then I pushed her jeans down her legs, leaving her little red g-string panties in place. I walked a circle around her, my eyes taking the sight in. My eyes swept over every inch of her. Her lithe body was toned and incredibly perfect everywhere. I licked my lips as I looked her in the eye. My reaction turned her on and petrified her, I could tell. Good!
I helped her step out of her jeans, and then I placed one of her shapely legs up on the bed, bent at the knee. I dropped downbehind her and my mouth pressed wet kisses over each bared cheek as my hands wrapped around her and traced soft circles over her inner thighs. I came closer and closer to the thin strip of the fabric as I kissed then licked. I grabbed the string with my teeth halfway down her crack and gently pulled on it, forcing the silky panty material into her along her crack. She gasped out. From behind, I crawled under her, face up and my teeth gently pulled the fabric back out of her crack, making contact with her flesh as I made my way in front of her.
Her face showed shock. She was also aroused as fuck from it, I could tell. My mouth was hovering just over her clit. I blew a hot breath at her but didn’t make contact. She bit her lower lip. I traced the edge of the fabric with my tongue, blew another hot breath against her opening, and then drew the line up the other side. I buried my nose in her, and drew in a deep breath, my cock throbbing and wanted to go where my nose was. She trembled and her knees showed signs of weakening. I raked my teeth over her clit, my eyes locked with hers.
“How bad do you want it?”
She shook her head at me. “You know how bad,” she moaned.
I chuckled. I gave her crotch an intentionally slow, hot kiss. Her panties were wet. I sucked on them, sucked on her. She tasted incredible, satisfying. She moaned aloud.
“How bad do you want my face buried here until you come?” Her eyes were molten green pools of desire, of intense want and need. She didn’t answer. I took my fingers and drew the line my tongue had made along her panties. Dipping beneath, I pushedthem inside her, into her hot, wet, incredibly tight depths. We both moaned at the same time. I couldn’t wait to bury my cock there. I withdrew my fingers and made a show of drawing them into my mouth. I licked every last drop of her from them. “So fucking good,” I growled. This was backfiring on me. It was me who would agree to anything to get my mouth on her, not the other way around.
“Bad,” her voice trembled. “I want it bad.”
I know the smile that curved my lips had to scare her. I was about to devour her and my smile was that of the most ruthless predator. The big bad wolf had little red riding hood in his sights, and she’d not survive what I’d do to her. She was an innocent, and I doubted that she had ever begged anyone to do what she’d beg me to do before I was done with her.
“You’re mine tonight, you got that?”
Now her face showed a level of desire I’d never seen in any woman I’d been with. She said nothing. “Say the words. My body belongs to Logan tonight. I give myself to him.” She still said nothing, so I buried my face in her, under her panties, and I licked and sucked her clit. My fingers penetrated her tight, wet pussy, and I finger-fucked her until I felt her grip my fingers so tightly, her moans and screams filling my ears, and I tasted the first hint of her release. I stopped all assault. Her eyes popped open, the divinely anguished look across her face softening.
“Say the words if you want to come over and over.”
“You fucker,” she spat.
I laughed. I licked her again from deep in her hole up to her clit, one long lap of my tongue. She shuddered, an erotic tremor running through her, and she moaned loudly. I was holding her panties off to the side of her crack, granting me full access. I waited a second and then I did it again. This time she pressed herself against me, her body begging me. It wasn’t enough. I wanted to hear the words.
“Say the words. It gets me off to know that what I’m doing to you is so good you’d give yourself to me.”
“Make me come and then I’ll say it.”
Fuck if that wasn’t sexy! My Little Red Riding Hood had some bigger balls than I thought, and I’d give her that. She’d learn not to play hardball with me. No mercy! I buried my face and my fingers in her, and I made her pleasure the entire focus of my existence. For the next five minutes, I brought her to the edge repeatedly. Her body quaked; her breaths laced with moans or screams near release. Her hands were grasping my shoulders, her nails nearly embedded.
“Yes, I’m yours, you fucker,” she screamed as I denied her an orgasm yet again. “This body is yours tonight. I’m begging you, let me come, damnit, stop teasing me!”
Now, I really went all out on her. Her screams of pleasure filled my ears, and my cock got harder than ever. Her entire body was rock hard, then the most guttural of sounds, from deep withinher, ripped free, and the torrent that rushed out of her splashed over my face, the most incredible female orgasm I’d ever seen or felt.
I gazed up at her, my face soaked, with a smile that even would have frightened me. “Where’s your bathroom and a towel I can wipe off with?” She pointed to the closed door next to the dresser. When I stepped back in the room, toweling off my face, she sat on the edge of the bed. Her face showed embarrassment. “That had to be the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever experienced,” I said to her. Her facial expression relaxed. I dropped to my knees, removed her soaking wet panties, and spread her legs. I licked, and I lapped. She tasted incredible. “Lie back.”
She complied.
I made her come again.
I pulled her into a sitting position. “The words, one more time,” I prompted.
She dropped to the ground in front of me, on her knees. She caressed over my cock and fondled my balls. In that second, I didn’t care if she said them again. I just wanted her to take it out and slide those pouty lips over my rock-hard cock. She must have read my mind as she then pulled my boxers off. She ran her fingers and then her tongue under my balls and then straight up my shaft. She sucked just the head and then looked into my eyes. “My body belongs to you tonight, and my mouth is about to make you see God.”
And then she did.
Gia
Holy Mother-of-God! The orgasms Logan wrung from me were the most intense releases I had ever experienced. So, when I had his dick in my mouth, of course I tried to return the favor. I knew from his moans he was getting off. I did every trick I knew, every last thing I had ever read about that promised to give a guy the most sensation during a blow job. His whole body trembled, and the moans that came out of him no longer sounded human. I could taste that he was about to blow when he pulled me off.
