Page 67 of Drowning
"Do me a favor, be a good boy for me, and put on those gray sweats that I love." The words roll seductively off the tip of her pierced tongue as she boldly reaches out and cups the bulge growing in my soaked pants, making my body jump in reaction to her touch.
Fuck, what a damn tease.
"I can do that, Brat, but you need to do something for me," I whisper, leaning in close so my mouth is inches away from her ear and my breath dances across her bronze skin.
"And what's that?" she whispers back, swallowing hard.
"Put those blue knee-high socks on, your tiny black thong, and your black Vans on, and wait for me on your bed...wearing nothing else." Idon't give her the chance to respond before I walk off, knowing how needy and wet I've left her.
I return to my room and quickly change into a pair of my dry gray sweats, feeling the sexual tension building between Emerson and me.
This would be our first time alone, and the thought has me fucking anxious. But I want her. I fucking need her, and I'll be fucking damned if this shit doesn't happen.
After taking more than a few minutes, I eagerly make my way to her room, and as I approach her door, I can hear 'Deep' by Nine Inch Nails playing from inside, the soft sound of rain still pouring outside creating a soothing background melody. I push the door open and she's there, just as I fucking asked.
She lays on her bed, her incredible body clothed in nothing but her tiny black thong that hardly covers her pussy, the knee-high socks, and her Vans, her eyes dark with carnal desire. Her tattoos and piercings are on perfect display for me and her long brown hair fans out across the pillow, looking like a halo above her head.
“What are you waiting for, Ace? A fucking invitation,” she laughs playfully, her hungry eyes roaming over my bare chest, taking in the unique beauty of my tattoos
I step into the room, locking the door behind me, before making my way over to the bed.
"Fucking breathtaking and such a good fucking girl for following directions," I praise her as I hover over her body and cup her tit, giving it a deep but gentle massage before moving to the other one.
Emerson reaches between the small gap of our bodies and rubs my cock over my sweats, staring deeply into my eyes.My hand travels further down her body, tracing the beautifully intricate tattoos covering her soft skin, all the way down to the thin band of her tiny black thong. She rubs my cock harder as I rub her pussy over the lacy fabric, feeling her wetness soak the palm of my hand through the material. Lifting her head off the pillow, she presses her mouth to mine and dips her tongue between my lips, keeping her lustful, blue eyes open during the kiss.
"Jesus, Brat," I grunt, lowering my body onto hers as I pull her supple bottom lip between my teeth.
Her hands find their way to my hair, and she runs her fingers through it, sensually moving her body in sync with mine as I grind my pelvis into hers.
"Ace." A desperate, breathy moan escapes from her throat while my teeth are still clamped onto her lip, refusing to let go.
"What is it, Brat? Tell me what you want."
"You, Ace." Her hooded eyes roll back as I grind harder, feeling the heat from her dripping pussy through my pants. "I want you to fuck me, now," she pleads, writhing beneath me.
"Oh, I'm definitely gonna fuck you. I'll give your pretty pussy exactly what she needs," I promise, my chest rumbling against hers as I chuckle. "But I have something else in mind first." Releasing her puffy lip, I push off her body and stand at the end of her bed, feeding off the confused look on her face.
Pushing my sweats down with my boxer briefs, I kick them both off and immediately begin stroking my cock while she watches.
"Get rid of those fucking underwear, baby girl, and play with your pussy for me." Through the devious grin curling on my lips, I demand, feeling my heartbeat increase rapidly.
Without hesitation, she hooks her thumbs under the thin band and lifts her ass off the bed, sliding her thong all the way off.Before she can drop it, I snatch it out of her hand and wrap the soaked fabric around my cock like a blanket.
"Really?" Her eyes widen as she laughs, still clueless as to what my plan is.
"Really." I nod, keeping a straight face through every pleasurable stroke. "Now stop being a fucking brat and spread your legs. I want to watch your fingers disappear inside of you."
Smirking, she glides her fingers around her pussy lips and eases them inside her, thrusting to her own rhythm.
Fuck, I can't take my fucking eyes off her.
Every thrust, moan, and move she makes, only intensifies my strokes as I jerk off with her underwear.
Feeling the tension in the room grow thicker, my strokes become more erratic as I watch her pleasure herself with her fingers, two at first, then another, and another, until she has four of them twisting knuckle-deep in and out of her pussy. Her moans fill the air, making me ache to be inside her, filling her with every inch of me and every drop of my cum. But we've barely fucking started, and it's already getting hard as shit to focus.
I can feel my climax rip through me as I jerk off even faster, her hips bucking as she rides her fingers while plunging them as deep as she can. I watch as her thumb rolls around her clit and presses down, her body spasming from the sensation. I can tell she's going to come, so I reach out and yank her hand away, pulling her soaked fingers out of her cunt. But I never stop stroking.
"Ace!" she gasps, her brows pinching together as she quickly sits up, trying to catch her breath. "Why did you do that? I was about to-"