Page 53 of Riot Rules
She’s torn, I can tell. Oh, she wants to come. Wants to so bad. But…
“Masturbation isn’t—” she whispers. “It isn’t exactly something people are supposed to admit to. Let alonedoin front of an audience.”
I laugh. “Who the fuck told you that?”
“I don’t know. I just…” She bites her lip.
“It’sillegalto do it in front of someone if they haven’t given consent. But between two willing parties, it’s just fucking hot.”
She looks uncertain.
“Take off your panties, Carrie.”
She flushes, but she heard the tone in my voice. She knows I’m not fucking around. She raises her ass up and shimmies the little black thong down over her hips. I groan under my breath as I watch her slide the material down her legs, and then off…
I’ll admit, she’s sneaky. The panties disappear into a ball, and then they just disappear altogether. Takes a moment to realize that she tucked them out of sight, under one of the blankets. I make a note to collect them later. Those fuckers aremine.
Carrie presses her knees together, rocking from side to side. She doesn’t realize that she’s doing it, but she’s showing me just how agitated and turned on she is with her restless display.
“Open,” I tell her.
She lets her legs fall open, and holy fuckingshit. I thought maybe I’d remembered last night with rose tinted glasses. It was dark, and my senses were operating on overdrive. I’ve only seen her by the moonlight. I reasoned this afternoon that I might have imagined her pussy being so beautiful, but now that I have some actual light to work by, she’s even more magnificent.
“God, love. Touch your clit for me. Spread yourself open.”
She hesitates. “Don’t guys normally like…”
This should be interesting. “Likewhat?” I take the opportunity to stand and remove my boxers. Carina stares at my cock as it springs free, her eyes taking up most of her face somehow; she looks stunned.
“Uhh…” She swallows. “Porn...”
“Yes, we like porn.” She hasn’t looked away from my dick yet. I should go easy on her, but this is just too entertaining. I grab hold of myself and I run my hand up and down the shaft, shivering with pleasure. “This is where I’m supposed to ask if it’s okay if I touch my cock in front of you,” I grind out. “Am I offending you, Carrie? Do you want me to stop?” I’m only half serious. I think we’re past the stage where Carrie’s motives are unclear. Doesn’t hurt to check, though.
“No. I’m not offended. I’m…”
“Mesmerized? Horny? Hungry?” Yes, I like that. “Are youhungryfor me, Carina Mendoza?”
She nods to all of it.
“Good. Then do what I told you to do. Touch yourself, too. Spread yourself. I wanna watch you open like a flower for me.”
This brings the color rushing back to her cheeks again. She remembers what she was going to say just now. “Don’t guys like girls with…” God, she’s so fucking adorable when she’s embarrassed. “With really neat little porn pussies. No…no extra...um…”
I can’t watch her suffer anymore. It’s painful to stand by and witness her stumbling through this. Soon, she’ll be able to say anything to me. There won’t be a single word, no matter how filthy or dirty, that will make her blush. All in good time, though. “Are you trying to ask me if I like pussies that look like they belong on a cabbage patch kid, Carrie? A tiny little slit with a tiny little hole underneath?”
If she looked embarrassed before, then now she looks like she’s about to explode. She can’t even speak. I can tell that I’ve hit the nail on the head, though. I laugh. “No. I like a pussy to look like it belongs to a grown woman. I want lips. Proper fucking labia. I want creases and folds. I want a natural, beautiful pussy. Something to lick at. Something to suck on. Something to taste.”
“Oh mygod.” She tries to bring her knees back together, horrified by what I’ve just said, but I wedge my body between them in the nick of time.
“I’m fuckingobsessedwith your body. Can’t you tell?” I glance down at my cock. I had to let go of myself so I could plant myself between her thighs. I’m holding my weight off her, my hands braced on either side of her head, maintaining a gap between our bodies, though, which means we can both see my hard dick resting heavily on top of her stomach. Carrie’s breath hitches as she looks down at it.
“You’re not the only one who…wants something to suck on,” she says breathlessly.
Holyfuck.
Did she really just say that? I replay her last words in my head, and, yep, she did. Looks like she’s getting braver by the second. “Oh, love. You want my dick in your mouth?” My blood is no longer platelets, cells and plasma; it’s high octane gasoline and it’s on fucking fire. It’s a miracle that I don’t go up in a ball of flames and black smoke when she nods.
“I want to know what it’s like,” she pants.
