Page 15 of Run

Her bedroom is cozy, with a deep brown carpet and pale cream walls, but the artwork that adorns them is anything but serene. Paintings of couples in intimate sexual positions, in abstract colors and broad strokes give the room an erotic appeal. In each one the woman has hair in differing shades of red, and as I stand over her sleeping form, I realize with a sly smirk that they represent her.

“Are these memories, or fantasies my princess?” I whisper, kneeling down close enough to her that I can feel her warm breath on my face.

She smells of fresh picked flowers, and her hair is still damp from a pre-bed shower. The locks slide through myfingers when I reach out and stroke them, feeling their softness even through the remnants of the water. Just touching the hair on her head has me swelling in my jeans and licking my lips.

“So soft. So pretty.”

A quiet moan escapes her as she rolls over in her slumber, letting go of the blanket from her grip. It slides down her chest, exposing those beautiful full tits, and pink nipples that pebble from the slight chill in the air that followed me in through the front door. I watch the skin tighten, and the flesh raise, like it’s begging me to caress it.

“Sleeping naked. Such a good girl. When you’re with me, you’ll be nude more often than you’re dressed.”

My words scatter across her pale flesh, blowing gingerly over the freckles that cover every inch of her chest. Her nipples soften from the warmth just slightly but harden again when I close my lips around one and cup the other with my palm. My eyes flutter closed, and I moan quietly as I gently suck, not wanting to wake her, yet needing to taste her.

The soap and natural flavor of her combined is exquisite, and it pops on my tongue as I press it against her little nub. She’s clean and fresh, everything I’m not, no matter how much I bathe. I can almost taste the innocence in her through the little peak, and I fight the urge to bite down on it.

“Who…?” She asks in her sleep, her eyelashes fluttering on her cheeks, her body moving under my touch.

“Shhh, princess.”

She settles down as I slowly lower her blanket, exposing more of her hourglass figure. Her round tits settle further into her armpits and her tucked in waist sinks into the mattressmore. Her flared hips shift, and those shapely thighs drop open, blissfully unaware that they’re inviting my touch to her more intimate parts.

“Such a pretty flower.” I whisper, trailing my fingers down her body, feeling her nipple quiver in my mouth, pinching it slightly with my teeth.

I open my eyes and watch as goosebumps arise on her white flesh, making her freckles seem to ripple and move. She moans a low sound in her throat and her head moves, but she stays asleep, allowing me to drag my fingertips through her pussy lips. She’s so warm and soft, the folds opening up to my caress, her body tempting me to slide a finger inside her heat.

“Even better than I imagined, princess.”

I’m rewarded with a raising of her hips and a tremble to her thighs as I delve into her, feeling her walls grab ahold of my gentle intrusion. Wetness coats my skin, making my finger move in and out easily, and when I add another, it slides in as easily as the first.

“That’s it, my good girl. So wet, so precious.”

Her chest moves under my head, her breaths coming faster as I slowly finger fuck her. She’s soaked now, the juices squelching with each push into her. The sound is so hot, and the smell, oh God, the smell of her arousal is mouthwatering. I can’t help myself; I need to cum with her.

Reaching down, I undo my jeans, and my engorged cock springs out into my hand. It’s so hard, wanting to be inside of her, begging to release its seed on her bare flesh.

“Ooohhh fuck.” I groan, wrapping my fist around my dick, squeezing it hard, milking out the precum that already seeps from its tip.

Releasing her nipple from my mouth on an audible pop, I look down and watch my cock slide through my fist. It looks angry in its wanting for her. The veins are pulsing under my palm, and the head leaks drop after drop out onto the floor between my knees. It may not be everything I need, but the sight of my fingers disappearing into her cunt, her skin flushing, and her chest heaving while I stroke myself next to her is perfect.

“Cum with me baby.”

Like the perfect little flower she is, her body trembles, and her legs tense. Her breath stops, and her back arches up, thrusting those delicious tits up towards my face. She falls apart, her body alive with pleasure, while her consciousness is still unaware of what’s happening.

My cock jerks in my fist, the wave of my climax spilling out from it, filling my hand. It’s hot and slick, puddling in my palm as I shudder out the release I’ve needed since I left her in her driveway last week.

“Such a good girl.” I coo to her, gently kissing her chest and belly as the orgasm works through her and coats my fingers. “Such a connection we already have. I knew you were perfect for me the second I heard your cries, baby.”

“Mmmm.” She groans, with her head falling to the side, her breaths returning and leveling out.

“Shhh. One more thing, then I’ll let you back to the peacefulness of your dreams.”

Standing up, and carefully adjusting myself back into my pants, so as to not spill the mess I made in my cupped hand, I lick my wet fingers, tasting her. My eyes roll back in my head, it’s that good. She’s so sweet, so musky, and oh so delicious. I lick and suck them clean, getting every drop of her I can, then dip them into my own cum.

“Mine.” I growl quietly as I rub my coated fingers across her chest.

The sticky cum clumps to her as I write “property of H” on her, using her freckles as a little connect the dots map on her creamy flesh.

With a swipe of my wet fingertips across her lips, she can taste me when she awakes, I finish my claiming of her. She’s mine now. There’s no doubt of that. Covered in my cum she belongs to me, and I will have her, again and again, whenever I want.

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