It was late and I still couldn’t sleep after sending Layla home. Why was I was such an idiot? She offered herself to me and I turned her down. What the hell is wrong with me?
I wasn’t a masochist, but fuck right now, you couldn’t convince my rock hard dick of it. I could smell her and see her pale skin flush a pretty shade of pink when she thought she was going to get my cock. It was intoxicating, making her wait. When she came on my finger earlier, I was close to caving. Close to giving her exactly what she was begging for, but what fun would that be?
She set her sights on me the moment she moved in next door. The age difference didn’t seem to matter to her. Thank fuck.
We’ve been meeting for walks for the past few days and each day I take things a step further. Today was so fucking close, but after a long, deep kiss, I smack her pert ass and send her on her way with her dog, Duke.
I glance over and see a shadow beside my oak tree. Then I spot Layla marching with a determined stride toward my porch. I stand and meet her halfway.
“What are you doing here?” I ask as she lifts her chin and her eyes meet mine.
She grins and takes the last step toward me. “I want you. I don’t want to wait, Lee.” She slides her hands up my shirt, her nails dragging slowly over my skin.
“What do you need from me?”
Her hand slides down to my cock. Her palm rubbing against my dick. “Careful, sweetheart, you’re going to get more than you bargained for.”
“I fucking hope so,” she groans, her hand going to unbuckle my belt and pants.
“I told you I wasn’t fucking you.” I hissed.
“Fine,” she huffed. “I want to feel your cock and to taste it.”
“You’re acting like a spoiled brat.” I snatch her hand and drag her to the stairs. I sit down and pull her over onto my lap.
I push her little jean shorts down her thighs, revealing her ass. “No fucking panties.” I grunt, my hand massages lightly over her soft skin. “Such a naughty girl.” I squeeze her ass cheek. She moans as my hands move over her body. “Your ass is perfect.”
Layla wiggles her ass, taunting me. “It’s yours when you stop being stubborn.”
I dip my finger into her pussy and my thumb strokes her clit. Her pussy tightens around me and fuck if I don’t wish it was my cock. I pull my finger from her pussy and smack her ass hard.
She squeals and for a second; I think I really hurt her until I hear her voice. “More, please.”
I bring my hand down again. Her ass jiggles with each blow. My handprint turning her ass red is a beautiful sight.
“More, spank me!” Layla cries out. I can’t stop the grin on my face from growing. I give her ass a series of blows. She is whimpering and I know she is soaked. I slide a finger back inside her tight little pussy. Fucking drenched. I fuck her pussy with two fingers and rub her clit hard. She cums within seconds. I’m in awe of her. I help her move to sit in my lap. Layla presses her lips to mine and kisses me with a passion I wasn’t expecting.
When she pulls away, she has me gasping. “I want to taste you now.” She slips from my lap, pushes my legs apart and her small hands pull my cock from my jeans. She’s hesitant for a moment before her finger runs along my length. When my cock jumps at her touch, she laughs.
“Taste me.” I order, unable to stop this anymore.
Her hand wraps around my length and her pink tongue circles around my tip. She strokes me slowly, her little hands sliding up and down my cock. I groan when her mouth closes over my cockhead. My hand fists around her long hair and I guide her further down my cock. “Layla.” I hiss when my dick hits the back of her throat. “Where do you want my cum?”
I allow her to pull off my cock, her blue eyes lift to mine. “Down my throat.” She pants and licks her lips. “I want it all.”
“Damn, you’re fucking perfect.” A shy blush rises along her neck and cheeks when my cock bounces against her lips. “Open your pretty mouth, pretty girl.”
She swipes her tongue over my tip, then takes me further into her mouth. Layla’s tongue flattens along the underside of me. Her fingers dig into my thighs and lean over me more. I watch her dark head bob up and down over and over again. Her eyes water and a little spit drips down her chin as I push into her throat. She moans around me, causing my cock to grow. I feel her gag around me, and she lifts her eyes to mine. “Relax, baby. Breathe in slow breaths.”
Layla nods, following my instructions, and takes more of me down her throat. “Your lips stretched wide around my cock are so sexy. You look beautiful with my cock in your mouth.” She bobs faster, my hands guide her faster. Fucking her face, harder. The sounds she is making around my dick are pushing me closer to cumming. I can feel my release building. “You ready for my cum, pretty girl?”
Her eyes widen, an excitement sparks in them and it pushes me over the edge. My hips lift off the porch, forcing my cock further down her throat, and I shoot my load. She swallows and continues to suck everything I give her. My cock pulses in her throat and mouth as she lifts her head up. Her tongue swirls slowly around my cock. When she pulls away, her lips are swollen, her eyes teary, and her hair a mess. She’s the most beautiful sight I’ve seen in a long time.
I help her up, and she climbs back into my lap. Her head rests on my shoulder, my arms cradle her body to me. “This is nice.” She whispers.
I chuckle. It was nice; the stars were bright; the air is cool, and I have this perfect young woman in my arms. “It is pretty girl.”
Very beautiful story...