And the big man laughed.
“You know what I love about you baby?” he whispered against my relaxed form, that huge body pressing me into the mattress. “You have something called ‘dog.’”
And I turned to stare at him over my shoulder. Had he really just taken my virginity, no, forced me to take my own virginity, and then called me a dog? My brows lowered and I got ready to scream.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Stone
I loved everything about the brunette. At the mention of the word ‘dog,’ she was immediately on high alert despite the fact that she was nude in my arms, my cock seated deep inside that tiny pussy. Oh yeah, Evie was tight, unbelievably small and I planned on working myself into her again … and again … and again.
But in the meantime, I wanted to tease, get a rise out of the beautiful brunette. And it seemed my comment had worked.
“What the fuck is ‘dog?’” Evie demanded indignantly, boobs quivering while propping herself up on her elbows to glare at me over her shoulder. I loved it, the brunette was so sassy, so fine. I was literally draped all over her, my cock buried in her snatch, and yet she didn’t hesitate to give me lip.
“Baby, I didn’t say you were a dog or a female bitch in heat, nothing like that,” I murmured, reaching one hand around to tweak a nipple. “I just said you have something that I call ‘dog.’”
But the little girl wasn’t dumb. Shaking my hand free, she fixed me with big brown eyes, staring hard.
“What the fuck is ‘dog’?” she demanded again, this time with a huffy look on her face. “Seriously, you don’t just sleep with a woman and then say the word ‘dog’ in the next sentence.”
And I gave in. I loved her sassiness, her know-it-all ways and the girl was so intelligent too. Evie knew the difference between ‘dog’ as a noun and ‘dog’ as an adjective.
“All I’m saying is that I love your pussy, baby,” I reassured, pulling her tighter onto my cock, holding her close. “Dog’s this thing where when I pull out of your pussy, I can see the ring of your lips pulling as well, sticking to my cock like they don’t want it to go. It’s a circle of pink, what I call ‘dog,’” I said mischievously.
“Well you better find another name,” she said, pulling a face, those little lips pursing. What would they feel like around my dick again? Oh god. But Evie wasn’t distracted. “Because you’re never calling me a female dog, ever,” she finished.
And I laughed again, this time pulling out slowly, making the girl moan and wince a bit as my big dick departed those sensuous depths. Fuck but it looked good, watching as inch after inch of dripping cock exited from that sweet, steaming snatch. And what do you know, but ‘dog’ was happening right now, those puffy vaginal lips clinging to my dick as if begging it not to go.
But I wanted to taste the girl’s tits again, so I flipped her over and bent forward to nuzzle my face between her huge boobs, the orbs bouncing off my cheeks.
“Okay,” I said, my voice muffled as if from far away, “I’ll change it, I won’t call it ‘dog’ anymore, I promise … for you.”
And I was happy to, actually. Despite the fact that we’d literally just fucked on an air mattress inside a darkened classroom, I found that I wanted to please Evie, to make her happy. I’d put out the flowers, the candles, even in this sorry environment because the girl’s happiness was important to me.
And suddenly ashamed, I looked up at the brunette.
“Evie,” I said quietly. “This was amazing, I’ll never forget it.”
She smiled wryly at me.
“Which part?” she asked with a roll of her eyes. “The grape? The kumquat? Or where you just compared me to a dog?”
But I was serious this time.
“No,” I said, taking her chin between my hands. “I want you to feel like a princess, I want you to know this was really special.” And I took a deep breath then. “Come over,” I said persuasively, my voice a low growl. “Come to my place tomorrow night and I’ll make it up to you. None of this air mattress shit,” I gestured to our makeshift bed.
The girl was silent for a moment, gazing at me speculatively before her face went soft.
“But Stone, we’re supposed to be studying,” she said with a small laugh. “And we haven’t even cracked a book yet.”
I shook my head determinedly.
“We’ll study afterwards, I swear. You’ve never had such a good tutor, it’ll be amazing, just come to my place,” I pressed. Suddenly I realized how desperate I was, how much I wanted to see Evie alone again, this time on a normal date instead of this illicit rendezvous.