Page 16 of His Daring Girl

“Good,” he states, narrowing in on the spot, looking straight at my hair now. His hand comes out and his fingers tease my curls. “I like being able to play with it.” I can’t believe he’s touching me right now. Between my legs. “I want to tug on it while my mouth is suctioned around this little button.”

His pinky rubs over my clit, and I nearly buck off my mattress. It’s so sensitive. And his touch feels so good. A moan falls past my lips as he brushes over me, lightly rubbing me in circles. “You need to be quiet so your parents don’t find out their little girl is being extra naughty.”

I look over at my open bedroom door, biting down on my lip as he continues to touch me. Rubbing over every part of my pussy. His fingers stop at my entrance and begin to tease me open. “You’re so wet, babe. Your body needs it bad.”

I need something. That ache is back, tightening in my gut. The need for a release more desperate than it was on Friday night. His fingers start to enter me, stretching my inner walls. I grab his wrist, holding on as he eases inside. It’s such a foreign feeling, not uncomfortable but…intense.

“It’s okay, Ruby. Just relax and I promise it will feel good.”

His thumb presses on my clit and the pleasure starts to take over again, unwinding my muscles, relinquishing the fear. “That’s it. That’s my good girl. God, you feel so good.”

The fact that I feel good to him eases my nerves and has my body relaxing into his touch.

He shifts and his free hand slides into the front of his jogging pants, his forearm starting to jerk. He’s touching himself too.

“Aw. You like that, don’t you? You just creamed my fingers. You want me to take it out?”

Theyesgets lodged in my throat, nervously trying to break free. I’ve never seen a penis before. I’m excited and nervous all at the same time. He tugs his waistband low and then pulls his cock out. It’s not what I expected. I didn’t realize they were that big. Or that hard. It’s purplish and is strained with veins just like his forearm. He strokes himself up and down. The little drop of cum that comes slipping out the slit is mesmerizing.

“Like what you see, Ruby?” His fingers are still inside my body, working me faster. The feelings are intensifying as his own hand strokes faster. His knuckles are almost white from his tight grip. “Do you want to touch it?”

“I don’t know how.”

He lets out a groan and his eyes squeeze shut. His forearm stopping in place. When his eyes open, his pupils have grown even darker.

“I’ll be happy to be your tutor, babe. Just wrap your hand around me like this.”

I hesitantly reach forward, my fingers slowly sliding over his smooth skin, taking him in my grip just how he was holding himself. He’s so hard, and it’s pulsing in my hand, like a throbbing heartbeat. More of his cum starts to sneak its way out the top.

“Now, give me a little squeeze.”

I tighten my hold, and his head falls forward as he sucks in a breath. His entire body is locking up.

“Did I hurt you?” I’m not sure if I squeezed too tight.

“Fuck, babe,” he breathes heavy, his head slowly rising back up. “No. Feels too good.” I do it again and he lets out an even louder groan.

My eyes dart to my open door. “You need to be quiet, Chase. I don’t want my parents catching us.” I don’t want them to put a stop to the most amazing moment of my life.

“Shit, babe. I’m trying. You just feel so good.”

His fingers start touching me again. His thumb rubs over my clit, and my head falls back against my headboard, trying to bite back my cry as the intensity tightens in my body.

“That’s it, baby. Just like that. Shit. Fuck. I need you to get there for me, Ruby. I’m not gonna last.”

My eyes open and I see the tension gripped in his features. Little tight creases at the corners of his eyes. His jaw is locked up like he’s trying not to groan. When his fingers thrust in deep, the seam on my orgasm cracks. It’s happening. The pleasure lighting up every nerve in my body. I fight not to scream as the intense jolts hit.

In the background there’s a chanting of heavy breaths and grunts. My eyes flutter open to the beat and I watch as his orgasm takes hold and the cum comes shooting from the crown of his dick. His entire frame rocks. His chest spasming as my hand keeps stroking over him.

As he starts to settle, reality sets in. I just made out with Chase Warren. The guy who I’ve had a crush on since the first grade. One of the most popular guys at my school. It all feels unreal. Pretty soon I’m going to wake up from my dream and go back to my nightmare.

“Ruby!” my mom’s voice calls from downstairs, and I panic, quickly tucking Chase back into his pants and scrambling in search of mine. “Do you want to come down and introduce us to your friend?”

“Okay!” I call out. “We’ll be right down. Just packing up his books.” I shrug on my pants, fixing myself as best as I can. Chase steps up behind me as I inspect myself in the mirror, making sure I don’t look any different. But my cheeks are bright red, andthere’s a sheen of sweat across my forehead. It doesn’t look like we were doing calculus. It looks like we were running a mile.

“Relax, baby. I don’t want them to get suspicious or they won’t let me come over and play anymore.”

Play? He wants to come back and do this again?

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