“Don’t be. This is my job. It’s my job to make you feel good,” I state adamantly, peering up from her stomach to watch her tits rise and fall.
“You’re a nutcase, you know that, right?” Her fingers find their way into my hair, feeding through the dark strands and mussing them around my crown.
As I watch her head drop back to the pillow, her eyes closing, her breaths steady, I’m in awe of everything she is. “I love you,” I say before I care to think about it because it is true, so fuck it.
A little smile plays with a corner of her lips, and she lifts her head to stare at me again. “You love mytits.”
I laugh, and she laughs too. “Yeah. They are fuckingmagnificent.” I reach up and stroke the outer swells of one of them, the parts that hang over her frame because of the position she is in.
“I’m fat,” she mutters softly, and those two words hit my forehead like a flaming bat, bursting heat behind my eyes, but I grin at her anyway.
“This–” I take a gentle but possessive hold of the flesh at her hips. “And this.” I grab the thick skin of her thigh. “They are the best parts. I want them all around my face.” She giggles, her tanned cheeks bunching above her smile, and my heart fucking melts. I like her like this. Loose. Easy. Letting me take care of her. She sits up and her tits drop slightly, forming the most perfect little mounds. I lick my lips and she snorts out a laugh, shaking her head as though I’m incorrigible.
“You have no idea-” I say, the words coiled tightly with a suppressed growl, knowing what I desire but can’t have. I cup her breast again, lightly flicking its tight, pointed bud with my thumb. “What I want to do to this body.”
She smirks, a cute cheeky curve to her lips. “I’m sure I’d be revolted.”
I laugh. “I’m fucking positive you would be.”
Leaning forward, I lick her nipple and she arches her back, lifting them further towards me. Only to fist my hair and try to drag my mouth away from her. The strands weaved between her fingers bite at my scalp as I resist. Enjoying the pain, I groan from deep within my chest. Reluctantly, I allow her to control my head, prying me from her nipple.
“We have school.” She mashes our lips together in a quick but crushing kind of kiss. A kiss that screams she owns me. She does. She fucking owns me. I smirk at her and jump to my feet on the mattress so that her head is eye level with my erection. My blood boils when she stares at my cock. I wiggle my hips, swaying my cock at her, the weight of it almost painful but in a good way.
I chuckle. “He’s waving at you. Say hello.”
And holy fucking shit, she lifts her hand and wraps it around my cock. I nearly blow my load all over her. She shakes my cock like she would a hand and giggles again, the sound like nothing else I have ever heard. Somehow sweeter and more melodic with my cock in her grasp.
Is that a thing?
It is now.
“I have to shower and get some painkillers,” she says to my crotch and then jumps off the bed, bounding away, her arse jiggling as she does.
“Can I come?”
“No!”
“Fuck,” I mutter, peering down at my cock. “I tried, buddy.”
Bronson
Fifteen years old
Shoshanna is sittingon my handlebars as I ride us to school. Even when I don’t stay the night at hers, I always pick her up. No way is she walking to school alone. That just isn’t happening. Not on my watch.
I pedal around the clean, thriving streets of Connolly. Shoshanna grips the handles, her body bouncing as I take us over curbs.
What abeautday. Fucking stinking hot, but I love the look of perspiration on her thighs, the beads sliding down her smooth olive skin. I want to lick them off.
Everyone should just get fucking naked in this weather.
When we get to the bike racks, she jumps off. I thread the tire into the metal column before joining her as she wanders into the main building. Kids litter the space around us, their noises echoing in the halls. Excited nattering. Lockers shutting. Feet shuffling. Laying my arm over her shoulder, I revel in the way she moves into me, fitting snugly under my arm.
We stop at her locker. Leaning on the metal door beside hers, I watch her sort through the messy space. Once a pristine and obsessive area, it’s now crammed with paper and books shoved in randomly. My doing. A little chaos hurt no one.
I chuckle at her concentration. Unable to pull my eyes from her, I watch her in awe. A beautiful brain in that stunning head and a perfect body and all fucking mine.
Well done, Bronson. You fucking legend.