Page 10 of Pumpkin
Finlay
Her lips are parted and her whole body flushed as I drive my fingers into her tight hole. I’m leaking precum at the thought of getting my dick in her. She feels amazing, rocking her hips to the motion of my hand. I watch my tan fingers disappear into her glistening pink pussy.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good, sugar. You’ll never want to leave my bed.”
“Ohhhh.”
Dropping my head, I suck a nipple in my mouth, circling my tongue as I slide my finger out and over her swollen clit. She mews like she’s going to come, so I bite down on her nipple, giving her a little shock to pull her back from the edge.
“Not yet,” I whisper, withdrawing my fingers before I scoop her up again and carry her to my bedroom. “I don’t want you coming until I tell you to, all right?”
She nods as I lower her onto my oversized bed, custom made for my broad six-foot-seven frame. “What if I can’t stop myself?”
I give her ass a gentle tap and run my hand over the sting. “Then you’ll need to be punished.”
“Ohh.” Her breathing increases and I grin before I reach back to pull my shirt over my head.
“Youwantto be punished?” She seems turned on over the idea of getting spanked.
“I want anything you can give me.”
“Then be a good girl and I’ll give you all twelve inches of it.”
Her eyes go wide, but I don’t give her long to freak out over the idea of my cock size before I lean down to kiss her deeply.
“Do you know how hard it’s been pretending I’m not obsessed by the idea of bending you over and fucking you until you scream?” I stand and unbutton my jeans, lowering the fly and releasing my cock. It bounces free, long, thick and proud.
Petra sits up on her elbows and licks her lips. “Can I touch it?”
God, she makes me smile. So sweet. So pure. I love that I’m introducing her to this world of adult pleasure.
“When I tell you you can,” I say, kicking my jeans to the side. “Now, lie back down.”
Obligingly, she does as I say. Such a good girl.
