Page 26 of Scary Suitor

My cock strains against the zipper of my pants. I wish I had taken them off, but grinding her cunt on my stomach is still satisfying.

More for her than me, but I like spoiling my pretty girl.

She moans dreamily, shaking her head in denial when her hips buck to find an angle to rub her sensitive clit. My forearm flexes, hardening the muscles to roughly shove her warm pussy on my skin. The wet swimsuit is like a second skin; I feel every twitch of her clit and the gushes of juices washed away by the rolling waves.

Fresh tears drop from her eyes, resembling diamonds as they glisten on her puffy cheeks. Wanton sobs open her mouth, too small to fit my fat cock, and her tongue quivers sweetly.

With her tears clinging to my fingertips, I grip the back of her head and crash our lips into a fierce kiss. I devour her whimpers, tongue curling sensually on hers. My teeth sink into the squirming muscle and coerce a distraught screech. Her hips grind harder on my abs.

I lick a stripe on her quivering jawline, chuckling as she cries pitifully.

“No, no,” she whines, “I don’t—”

I grope her ass, squeezing the plumpness for support to angle her rutting. Her swollen clit drags on the plane of grooved muscles. She throws her head back, lewdly gushing hot cum through her swimsuit.

Her cum is hotter than her twitching pussy; I love the warmth, like the perverted man I am.

She lolls her heavy head to the side, misty eyes trapped in a haze, and her parted lips beg for a kiss. I incline my head, gaze cruelly boring into her, almost directly in her soul.

The blank haze is widening over her trembling pupils, thoughts aren’t circulating in her head, and her heartbeat drops frighteningly fast.

She’s a dainty snowflake when I kiss her, gently to not melt and lose her but firm enough to rejuvenate her.

“That’s enough,” I command, heeding her shortened pants. “Stay with me, pretty. I’ve got you.”

Shivers break her smaller body, tremors crashing into her exposed arms, but light clears the fog in her eyes. The stubborn teardrop on her lashes finally falls into the water.

“Are you with me?” I asked, cupping her face with reassurance.

She hesitates to nod. Alina’s overwhelmed, and do I feel despicable for loving the unintentional trance she was forced into.

“That’s a good girl, coming back to me,” I praise blissfully as I inch back to give her room to turn around.

Her arms can’t support the weight, sending her upper body to the sharp tile. A cough and muffled whine fuel her determination to get out of the cold water.

I grip the back of her thighs, and while squishing the softness is not my agenda, she still flinches violently at the touch. I keep a keen eye on the pool edge, too engrossed in helping and not being ready for her ass inches from my face.

I can smell her; chlorine doesn’t mask the sweet arousal.

The swimwear contrasts her supple skin, forcing my attention to the elastic fabric stretching tight against her pussy. Her folds are slightly parted, puffy clit poking on the flimsy material as the darker patch soaks the cum leaking out of her tiny hole.

My throat vibrates, snarling viciously in my throat.

I grip the pool edge with both hands, hoping it’ll stop me from ripping the swimwear to drink straight from the source.

I lick a long and greedy stripe, starting from the hidden hole to her swollen clit.

Tastes like heaven.

My tongue begs for more, willing to give up everything for another drop of cum. A possessive sneer circles inside my chest, and starvation triggers a compulsion to find my home between her cum-stained thighs.

Alina’s hoarse voice squeaks, and she falls on the wet ground after her arms yield to her weight. Her ass smacks on the tile, my eyes memorizing the bounciness, so captivated that I get hit by her foot.

She impulsively kicks my chest, sending me backward to the adjacent wall with the taste of her and a hushed curse on my tongue. I rest an arm on top of the cool tile while the other pushes back my black hair.

She sits there, blushing in embarrassment. Her legs drawn to her chest protectively, yet leaving a coy view of her clothed pussy.

“My pretty girl,” I murmur, euphoric.

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