Page 6 of Such a Naughty Girl

The man let out a groan, looking down at me with an expression I couldn’t quite read. Almost like hunger inflicted him. It made me squirm against my shoes.

‘Quicker, and focus at the top. That’s it. Damn.’ His deep voice sent alien rumbles ricocheting through me.

I followed his instructions, needing it to be over. With the door open the cabin would be as cold as the outdoors if he didn’t finish soon.

‘Please hurry,’ I whispered.

‘You want my cum, dirty girl?’He groaned.

‘No. I just want my coffee.’I scowled up at him, but he didn’t care.

I watched in fascination as his gigantic balls tightened beneath the beastly penis, his moans lengthening when I worked both hands up and over the head of his penis. It grew slick beneath my fingers, and I tried not to think too hard about what the cum was going to be like.

I’d heard enough friends talking about sex in high school to know the stuff existed, but from all reports, it was vile stuff. Unfortunately, that’s about as in-depth as they got. So I awaited the end of my task with a morbid curiosity.

I didn’t have to wait long.

‘Don’t stop,’ he moaned through gritted teeth.

A warm clench filled my stomach as I continued stroking, desperation driving my hands to a faster pace.

‘Fuck,’he cried, slamming his hand against the doorframe, making me squeal.

Ropes of hot white ejected from the tip of his penis, coating my face.

‘Oh god,’I sobbed, disgust making me retch. ‘It got on me.’

It didn’t stop. More spurted from him, covering my fingers and my coat, dripping from my chin.

Hot tears etched their way down my cheeks, mixing with the cum and leaving warm trails in their wake.

‘Fuck me,’he said, his voice trembling. ‘Such a naughty girl.’

Anger bubbled up in my chest as he stood aside, tucking his penis back into his jeans and tipped his head toward the cabin.

‘In you come, then. The kettle’ll be ready. Washroom’s through to the left. Unless you want to wear my cum for a little longer.’

‘Fuck you,’I whispered, pushing past him.

The first time I’d ever cussed out loud.

It felt good.

CHAPTER FOUR

EMMETT

It was like the girl had gone and fucked me dry. A hand job had never left me so god damned lightheaded.

Stacking more logs into the burner and giving her an extra large cup of coffee was the least I could do.

She’d disappeared into thebathroomfor nearly twenty minutes,longenough that I considered rapping on the door and demanding she come out.

I’d long learned that hurrying a woman in the bathroom never ended well for me.

After, she’d demanded to try the phone, onlytakinga seat when she heard for herself the line was dead.

She tucked her legs underneath her, still dark to the knees from walking through the snow, barelytakingup one full couch cushion, looking like a lost deer amongst my belongings.

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