He sticks my lollipop, the one I’ve been sucking on, the one candy that I’ve loved as long as I can remember, inside my pussy and everything splinters.
Everything explodes in my stomach. All the sensations and currents and sparks.
I scream.
I think.
I’m not sure. I may also have drawn blood from his skin with the way I’m clutching onto him, and I realize that he hasn’t even done anything.
All he’s done is stick my lollipop inside my pussy and I’ve lost my mind.
God knows what I’ll do when he does something.
Something like fucks me with it.
Which he does a second later.
He begins to fuck me with my candy and I don’t know how to handle it. I don’t know how to take that.
So I chant his name. I chant it like a prayer because only he can save me. My Graham.
He can save me from feeling this much, from feeling this full, from falling in love with him deeper and deeper with his every stroke.
But then, he speaks and I realize nothing and no one can save me. I’m as good as dead and gone in his love.
Because Jesus, his words and his voice. Dirty and erotic and so amazing.
“You were right, Jailbait. You were so fucking right,” he says in my ear and I realize he’s all the way down now.
He’s lying on his side, half covering me with his body as he pumps the lollipop in and out of my core.
He runs his open mouth along the column of my throat as he keeps whispering, “Your pussy was hungry, baby. She was so goddamn hungry. She’s eating up your candy, sucking it up like a good little kitty. Can you feel that? Can you feel your cunt sucking up her treat?”
Delirious, I turn my face to look at him as I rock into his drives. “Uh-huh, I feel it.”
“Yeah, you can. You can feel it. You can feel your kitty lapping it up.”
I rock and rock and this heavy but empty feeling in my stomach grows and spreads through my limbs. It spreads and spreads until I have to ask him. I have to open my mouth and form words, which seems like such a big task but I do it.
“God, Graham. Please make me come. Please, please, I wanna come. Please, God.”
I need his cock.
I don’t want candy. I want him. My cunt wants him.
In the next second, he gives me that too.
He rips the lollipop out of my channel. His heat disappears from my side for a few seconds before coming back and shifting over my body and I open my foggy eyes.
He’s leaning over me like last night, bracing himself on the forearms. “Open your mouth.”
I have no power left in me to do anything else but open it.
“Stick out your tongue.”
I do that too and he puts the lollipop into my mouth. “Suck it.”
I close my lips around it and suck it for him. I do it because there’s no not-doing it. I’m so horny for him, so hungry, as hungry as my core and so I suck on the lollipop he was feeding my pussy and moan like the whore I am.
I eat it like my good little kitty. I eat what he gives me and God, I taste so good. I’m tangy and salty and so fucking juicy.
“Tastes good, doesn’t it?” he asks, as if reading my thoughts.
Still sucking, I nod.
“It’s your pussy, baby. It tastes better than the candy, doesn’t it?”
I nod again, devouring it.
“Are you a convert now, Violet? Do you like your cunt better than your candy?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Yeah, you do. Why wouldn’t you? Your pussy is the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. Sweetest and horniest and sluttiest. And you know what else?”
I shake my head, eating my candy like a greedy girl.
But then, I stop sucking. I stop swirling my tongue over it, chasing my own taste, and bite down on it, instead.
Because he enters me in one push.
I don’t even know when he snapped the condom on – probably when I was still delirious from his candy fucking – and now, he gets all the way inside of me in one easy stroke, taking away all my breaths and all the emptiness that I was feeling.
Then he throws my thighs over his arms and pushes them back into my body.
My pussy feels even tighter like this. With my legs thrown over my ears and my sneakers up in the air. The laces are undone and flutter around us, swaying in and out of my vision and somehow, it makes me even hornier.
“Your pussy tastes like she’s mine,” he finally finishes his thought from before and I moan around my lollipop.
He draws his shaft back and out before shoving it inside again, punctuating it with his dirty words. “I want her on tap, your cunt. I want your tight, teenage cunt on tap, baby.”