Four
Boyd
“Can’t sleep?”
My ripe, horny little nymph stands over me, giving a coy shake of her head; her wild green-blue eyes eclipsed. A finger caught between her lips.
A groan rumbles out of my chest. I pull her down on top of me on the couch, winning a small girlish yelp, a victory if I ever heard one, and my wide hungry mouth devours hers.
“I couldn’t stay away,” she says, a whimper.
“I’m glad you’re here. I want you so fucking bad, Summer. You’re all I’ve thought about.”
I slide my greedy hands up the backs of her legs and fill them up with her plump, creamy ass cheeks. Summer simpers into my throat, starting to roll her hips on me, grinding that achy virgin pussy against my cock.
“Fffuck, baby.”
I flip her onto her back. I mount her, giving her half of my weight as I press my thickness right where she’s needy and grindy for me. I hunch upward, reaching between us to swipe a fingertip over that same sodden spot on my boxers she’s still wearing.
“You’re wet for me, Summer,” I growl out. And with a quick quirk of my index finger I expose her sex, glistening already as I slide my digit right over that plush mound. Her back bends off the couch. I push the tip of my finger inside.
“This pussy is already so wet for my dick. So fucking tight,” my voice is honey and hard steel. A rended husk of sound. I rear back from her with a hangry look. Smoky mischief colors her eyes a vivid green. We linger. I get entranced studying the shape her mouth makes when she’s turned on; her young, pretty face I’m salivating over like a monster. My rod is tight as a fucking bolt. My nerves are on fire, ferociously needing to consume every supple inch of my girl. Every drop. Every curve. Every hole. “But if you’re not ready for this—”
“I’m here because I am ready.” Her eyes plead. Her clothes—my clothes—come flying off. Heavy tits and legs for days fill up my sights. I shove out of my shorts, my cock buoyantly springing to life.
I watch, smiling, as Summer’s slender pink tongue comes slithering out to wet her lips.
My eyes are fucking her hard already. “Christ, you’re gorgeous, baby.” I give my eager member a firm tug. “How’d I get so lucky?”
“Hmmm,” Summer moans.
Fuck. Me. I want her meat and her bones and her heart and soul. I want everything. Her natural beauty is a rare find. While other women care about being perfect, Summer actually is. She’s an absolute dream. And I am dreaming. Don’t fucking care. Won’t fucking stop. My eyeballs are already filled with so much of her deliciousness, where to start, where to start. When I finally press my tongue to the downy skin on the inside of her knee it’s the sweetest thing. The sweetest damn thing I’ve ever put my imaginary mouth on.
“You taste amazing,” I groan between kisses up, up, up along her smooth inner thigh. It’s thick, and pliant, and warm, and will cushion my hips exquisitely as I get my cock all wet and happy with her syrup.
“Fuck me, Boyd,” my girl says breathily. Her wild rainforest eyes are locked on mine.
“Summer.” I tweak one of her big nipples between my fingers. A strangled sound escapes her throat. I do the other. Again, again. “You’re mine,” I tell her.
There’s love and lust on her beautiful face. “I want to be yours.”
“You’re mine.”
You’re mine.
You’re MINE.
And this, folks, has been my torture all night long, ever since Summer implored me to sleep in the bed with her. Said she didn’t feel safe there alone. Well, my princess certainly slept like a cherub, didn’t she now. Summer showed no mercy as she curled her back against my abdomen, lifted my arm, and tossed it over her like a weighted blanket. And it had the desired effect…for her at least. She was out in the time it took to make me hard.
Morning finally arrives, thank fuck.
The second I feel her get out of bed and hear her padding out of the room—Topher at her heels as she gently closes the door behind her—I reach into my shorts and slide my dick in my curled fist. My erection didn’t subside at all in the night, pressed snug as it was to her smooth, succulent round ass. I turn over and bury my face in the pillow she saturated with her sleepy clean scent as I beat off into my grip, imagining it’s her sweet little snatch.
Imagining Summer, shyly asking if we can fuck.
Blushing, she spreads those beautiful legs for me only, a finger busily stroking her clit, whimpering, moaning my name. I get an eyeful of her puckered nipples jiggling up and down as I rut into her over and over, shunting deep, deep in her channel. The way her eyes might glaze over and I know she’s about to come. Thatta good girl. “Come for me, princess. Come all over your daddy.” And right on time. I will only last so long pumping into her ripe body.
Right there. A tightening begins low in my spine. My loaded balls twist up.