His Nasty Little Pussy

BEAU

Why in the hell am I such a stubborn ass?

I ask myself a million times throughout the day why I’m not

taking this sexy, amazing woman into my bedroom and fucking her senseless. But then I’ll get a glimpse of the way she looks at me, see her eyebrows knit in frustration, watch her eyes roam over my body like a starving woman, and once she even grabbed onto the railing and rubbed her thighs together to try and get some relief. It was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Nothing compares to the look on her face when she’d cum around my finger, though, or the taste and feel of her pussy. God, she’d been so fucking wet and tight. I’ve just accepted the fact that I’m going to have a raging hard-on until we fuck. I’m trying my best to ignore it, but it’s damn near impossible. Teasing her is becoming addictive, though, and I let myself think about a future where I get to tease her all day, every day. It has me grinning like an idiot.

By the time she leaves for the day, she’s a raging ball of sexual frustration and need. It’s a very good look at her. I think about slipping a finger inside her pussy and letting her cum since technically it’s no longer a first, but instead, I decide to kiss her deeply before sending her off with Henry on very shaky legs.

By the time Henry returns, I’m on my way back to the house. He moseys up to me, and the flash of something white around his neck catches my attention. I whistle for him to come to me and can’t help but laugh at what I see. Instead of a flower, she’d looped her lacy panties through his collar. I free them, making Henry give me a grateful look for relieving him of what must have seemed to be a very demeaning command and bring them to my face. I close my eyes, breathing in the scent of her, and curse my stubbornness in letting her leave. Running my hand over the still-soaked crotch, I groan and turn to go into the house.

I force myself to eat a supper I barely taste pour myself a whiskey and head out to the porch. It’s dusky outside, getting close to full dark, and the cicadas are chirping up a storm. Sitting in one of the rocking chairs, I prop my feet up on the porch railing and take a long drink of whiskey, grateful for the burn of it as I swallow. Anything to draw my attention away from Ella, even if it’s only for a second.© NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

Glancing at the empty rocker next to me, I realize how much I want her to be sitting in it. I don’t ever want to see her walking away at the end of the day with Henry again. I want to be able to carry her into the house every night and fuck her till the sun comes up and then do it all over again the next day.

I’m so depressed at her absence, that it takes me a second to notice movement out of the corner of my eye. Looking over, I see the white of Ella’s dress as she makes her way across the lawn. I stand up and grip the porch railing, watching her as she practically runs over to me. She’s breathless and flushed and so fucking gorgeous.

“I don’t believe it’s tomorrow yet,” I say as she stands on the bottom step catching her breath.

She walks up the stairs, and I turn around, resting against the porch railing. She walks up to me, and I notice she’s wearing a pair of flip-flops.

“You shouldn’t walk around the woods at night alone, and you

definitely shouldn’t be doing it in shoes like that.”

I scrub a hand over my face and try not to think about all the poisonous spiders and snakes that make these woods their home.

“Try not to worry so much,” she says, stepping closer so our bodies are almost touching.

“About you? Impossible.”

She smiles at my words and rests her hands on my chest, running her fingers over me. It doesn’t take long before she slides her hands down and slips them under my t-shirt so she can run them over my bare skin. The feel of her nails dragging over my skin is more intoxicating than the whiskey I just had.

I try not to show how crazy she’s driving me and ask, “So what brings you here so late, Ella?”

“I need you, Beau,” she purrs, and hearing her say that makes my cock swell up even more. A feat I had previously thought impossible.

“I thought we had an arrangement.”

“No,” she pouts, “you had an arrangement. I want it all now.”

I laugh, but it catches in my throat when she slides a hand down to my cock, slowly stroking me.

“I believe that’s another first, darlin’,” I manage to say.

“You bet it is,” she says with a grin. “I’m about to take another one, too.”

“You think so, huh?”

“You bet your fine ass I am.”

I laugh but still, her hand when she goes to unbuckle my pants.

“Now hold on there. What exactly are you suggesting?”

“Well,” she says, dancing her fingers along my cock again, “I want to see your cock and I want to feel it and I want to taste it.”

I have to work a lot harder to keep my voice steady this time. “That’s a lot of firsts.”

“It is,” she agrees. “I want everything with you, Beau. I want you to teach me how to make you feel good.”

She’s so fucking earnest and eager, and there’s no way in hell I’m going to tell her no for wanting to give me a blowjob, but I don’t tell her yes yet.

“Don’t you think there should be some sort of punishment for breaking our agreement?”

She looks at me and bites her lower lip, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

“You should punish me,” she agrees.

“Have anything in mind?”

“I just might,” she says with a wicked grin.