Page 47 of Bleeding Hearts
“You fucking better,” I growl.
She smiles and leans down, kissing me softly and letting me chase her for once before she kisses my chin and then down my neck. She pauses at my breasts to suck my nipples before sliding farther down and licking my stomach.
Pressing my back deeper into my bed, I reach down and fist her curly hair and force her head down, growing impatient. I’ll let her play next time, but right now if I don’t come, I might die. “There, baby, just like I licked you. Yes, like that. Good girl. You’re so eager to please me, aren’t you? Eager to taste my cum.”
She moans into my skin as she licks my clit. She attacks me with sure strokes, keeping up a tempo that makes me lift my hips and groan her name as her fingers slide into me. They thrust in and out in time with her tongue, driving my desire higher until it’s all I feel. Lifting my leg, I toss it over her shoulder to get a better angle, and then I grind into her face, using her mouth and hand to get off even as I let her have control.
“Alice,” I whisper just before my orgasm rips through me, stealing my ability to speak as I scream silently. My eyes shut tightly as I ride out the wave. It keeps coming until it finally releases me, and I drop back, shaking as she kisses my pussy. When I can finally force my eyes open, I meet her gaze, and the need to fuck the ever-loving shit out of her fills me.
Alice moves up my body, her mouth glistening with my cum. “Did I do okay?”
“You did so well, baby.” I wrap my leg around her hip and flip us so I’m on top, and then I press my hand against her pussy. “But look at the mess you’ve made of yourself. You need to come again, don’t you?” She nods, clenching her thighs around my hand. “Did eating me get you off?”
“Yes,” she admits.
“Good.” I lick her face, cleaning her. “Do you want me to fuck you, my good girl?”
“Yes, yes, please, Lally,” she begs.
I should probably take it easy on her, but I don’t want to, and my girl can take it. She can take anything. She isn’t breakable, even if I plan to treasure her like she is. I reach into my bottom drawer then strap up. Her eyes widen as she gapes, but then she glares at me.
“That better not have been used on someone else.”
“That’s disgusting,” I say, and then I lean down and bite her lip. “Besides, you’re the only person who’s been in my bed, baby.” Her eyelids flutter shut, and I smirk. “Like that, do you? What if I told you I bought this just for you, and that I imagined fucking you with it every single time I opened that drawer?”
Alice opens her eyes and looks up at me. “I want to be the only girl in your bed and your heart. I want you to fuck me so badly. Please.”
“That’s better.” I smirk as I slide up until I’m astride her shoulders. “You’re going to be tight, so get it nice and wet for me.” I circle the fake cock with my fingers and hold it for her. Sitting up, she opens her mouth and bobs up and down the plastic, a moan leaving her lips.
I pull away when it’s dripping wet and push her back to my bed before settling between her thighs. Lifting her leg, I drape it over my hip. She watches me, biting her lip nervously. “Eyes onme, baby. Don’t think about anything else. I’ll make you feel so good. You know that, right?”
She nods rapidly, and I stroke her pussy until she’s relaxed, and then I lift her hips and line up with her entrance. The strap-on isn’t too big. I don’t want to hurt her, especially not for her first time. All I want is her to remember pleasure and me, not some fumbling boy.
Her breathing is erratic as I slowly push inside her an inch at a time, letting her grow accustomed to it. When I’m halfway, I stop. “How does that feel?” I ask, forcing her to think about it, not her fear.
“Good,” she answers. “It feels . . . good.”
“Good girl,” I praise as I flick her clit, and she gasps, the strap-on sinking deeper into her with her wetness. Smirking, I pull out and roll my hips, filling her again, getting deeper each time until it’s all the way in. I let her feel every hard inch of it as I kiss her. She relaxes, gripping my shoulders as her hips roll, wanting more.
When I pull back, she’s crazed. “Lally . . .”
“I’ve got you,” I murmur as I pull out and thrust in. Watching her little cunt stretch around my strap-on makes me wet as hell, but this is all about her. I slowly speed up, and she lifts her hips, finding a natural rhythm. Her nails claw at my bedding as she cries out so loudly my neighbors will hear her, but neither of us give a fuck.
I groan at the sight of her below me, her perfect little tits bouncing with each thrust of my fake dick. Her thighs are splayed wide, showing me her raw, pink pussy slick with her cum, my purple cock stretching her virgin hole.
“I wonder if that protective big brother of yours knows how I imagined defiling his perfect little sister.”
Her head thrashes as I give it to her harder and faster, her screams becoming so loud, I’m worried the cops will be called, but I’m not stopping for anything.
Leaning down, I press my nipple to her mouth. “You’re being too loud. They’ll make us stop,” I warn. “Scream around my flesh.” I open her mouth and press my breast inside, so she sucks on it as I fuck her.
Her eyes are wide as she watches me above her, working my hips and back. Her teeth dig into my sensitive flesh, and I hiss, fucking her harder, and her eyes roll into the back of her head as she screams around me, coming. I drink her reaction down as I slow my thrusts before stopping, just letting her feel it.
Her mouth slackens, releasing my abused flesh as she slumps, completely spent.
“That was amazing,” she whispers sleepily.
Grinning, I slowly pull from her cunt. Her whimper fills the air, but other than that, she doesn’t react. I slide from the bed and clean up before climbing back in. She’s still lying where I left her, completely boneless.
