“Fuck… I want to taste you.” My cock throbbed, and I pushed back against her hands.
“Then fucking eat me.” Standing there naked, leaning against the island, there was no way I could resist her. Her lipstick was smeared, her hair a mess, and her eyes on fire with lust burning in them.
I straightened and unbuttoned my shirt, letting it fall free. I watched her eyes drink me in as I kicked my shoes off and pushed my trousers down along with my boxers. Her eyes locked on my face, not a hint of blush crossing her cheeks as she reached for me. What the fuck was I even doing? She was so young, but so gorgeous, and people would talk, but God my dick needed to be in her or I was going to burst open.
Without stopping to think any further, I stooped and grabbed her by the backs of her thighs, lifting as I leaned into her. She yelped, then relaxed as I set her hips on the island and forced her legs apart. The scent of her arousal wafted upward, compelling me to sate her lust. She leaned back, pouting her bottom lip out as I dropped to my knees.
The minute my tongue dipped into her nectar I felt her shudder. I sucked at her folds, and her hands were instantly on my head. The salty sweet drug between her legs became an instant addiction, and I wouldn’t have my fix until I heard her scream my name. I pushed two fingers into her, finding the rough patch of skin hidden there, waiting for me to release it from the torture she was feeling.
“Fuck…” Katherine panted, her grip on my hair tightening as I pushed into her, drawing louder moans with each stroke of my fingers inside of her. Cum covered my hand, running down my arm and I felt her clenching around me. “Shit… God, Victor I’m going to cum.”
Given the speed at which I brought her to orgasm, I knew she’d come with one thing in mind, which gave me pause for only a split second. But when her body began convulsing around my fingers, jerking and pulling away as I sucked her clit, I lost myself. I worked her harder, rubbing her g-spot and stroking myself at the same time to be ready for her.
“Fuck, god, fuck me.” I thought she’d rip my hair out as she pulled my face into her pussy, but her grip began to loosen. “Victor, I want you… God, I need your dick inside of me.”
Her body now calming, I stood, not giving her a moment of time to recover, and slid my cock into her. Her eyes snapped open as I sank, and she gasped. I could tell I was a bit too long for her, but she didn’t complain or make noises of pain. In fact, her pleasure sounds got louder still.
“You are a bad little girl now, Kat. Aren’t you?” I couldn’t help myself. The words rolled off my tongue, and I waited for her reaction.
“Yeah, I’m bad. Punish me.”
Her response pushed every button I had, making my arousal peak. I thrust harder, gripping her by the hips so she wouldn’t scoot away on the counter, and she braced herself on the island behind her. She was so loud I swore the neighbors were going to call the police thinking I was beating someone, but knowing I was giving her that much pleasure drove me. I fucked her harder.
“Shit.” She bit her lip, smearing her lipstick more, and let her head fall back. “Fuck me… God, just fuck me harder.”
Each dip into her well had me closer to the edge, more drunk on her than the one before it. Her tits bounced as I brought myself closer to orgasm, and she nearly collapsed as her body began to convulse again. Her pussy clenched down around my girth, giving me the tiny bit of push I needed to finish.
Heat built inside of me, my body tensed, and I couldn’t hold it back any longer. I filled her with myself, releasing the pent-up lust and every ounce of stress I’d carried for the past week. My rhythm slowed but her spasms didn’t, not immediately. Even after I stopped, my cock still buried in her pussy, her body jerked. She leaned forward onto my chest, her fingernails clawing at the sides of my body, and breathing heavily against my skin.
But the way she held me was not the way this was supposed to go. Previous one-night stands had been less personal, no intimate touch, just the good fuck and the goodbye. But Katherine lingered there against my chest. Her body calmed again, but her arms slipped around my body. Her lips trailed kisses across my chest, and she nestled closer to me, sliding to the edge of the counter.
I slowly began to put the pieces together. No panties, seductive dress, avoiding talk of her mother. Katherine had given me her card in hopes I’d call her, because this was what she wanted. I didn’t know whether to be flattered that she thought this way about me or pull away and get angry because she was just like her mother.
“God, Victor, you’re amazing,” she whispered as she continued kissing my chest, nipping at my skin with her teeth.
I raised my hand and tangled it in her hair again, yanking it back to force her to look up at me. Her pussy clenched around me again, our sex draining from her. Her mouth fell open, but there was trust in her eyes, and something else I couldn’t place. It wasn’t the same look I’d seen on the face of any other woman I’d had. It was different, more sensual, more intimate.
“Why didn’t you wear panties?”
Her lip quivered and she sucked in a breath. Fear flashed across her face, but not the fear that said, “I’ve been caught.” This fear said, “I’m being rejected.” An innocence about her that softened my edge. I let go of her hair and pulled out, bending to retrieve my boxers.
She slid off the counter and I watched as she pulled her dress back on, not speaking. She avoided eye contact, but I could tell she knew I was watching. She struggled with the clasp for the dress, so I helped her as she held her hair aside.
“I’m not a child anymore, Victor. Once you’re 21, age is just a number.”
Even after I’d fastened her dress, she stood facing away from me, looking at her feet. I didn’t understand a single thing that had transpired except that I’d had the most amazing orgasm, and the strange intimacy between us afterward had surprised me. But it was pleasant, like remembering a fond memory of someone you loved, but had never experienced quite like that.
I lingered behind her, hands on her hips, smelling her hair. I didn’t know what to say. I was a prisoner of my own lust at times, and this time it had bought me more than I could handle.
“I should go.” I heard the disappointment in her tone but wasn’t sure how to react. My response to her advances had been to give her what she wanted, but I’d done that, so why wasn’t she happy?
“I’ll call you an uber.”
Katherine nodded and headed for the front door. I lingered behind, calling an uber and putting my pants back on. I heard her sniffles which only brought on more confusion. The driver was nearby, so we only had a few minutes for me to understand what was even happening with her, so I met her in the hall just as she was opening the door.
“What happened?”
My question made her stop and look over her shoulder. She looked over her shoulder and shrugged. “I’m not a child anymore. I thought maybe you actually saw me for who I am, but you only invited me to dinner because you wanted a stroll down memory lane. I didn’t wear panties because I wanted you. I saw you the other night, and I just wanted you.”