No one can believe I stopped fucking everything with a hole. They're all burning with the same question: Why?
Only one answer. Her.
Claudia Laine Bliss.
I love the fuck out of this girl. Obsessed like a damn madman. I can't get enough and I haven't even fucked her yet. We've barely even touched. Kisses-that's all I've allowed. But not after her birthday.
I'm going to fuck her ninety-nine different ways.
She grinds against my hard dick. Dry humping. That's what kids do, but I'm no kid. Haven't been for a long time.
That damn devil is sitting on my shoulder, yelling in my ear. Fuck what everyone thinks or says. Take her. She's yours. And she'll feel so good. That son of a bitch has taken up permanent residence inside my head since I started seeing Claud. I've ignored him. But no more. I'm done with depriving myself of pleasure. "I want to look at you."
Maybe it's the whiskey. Maybe it's the case of blue balls that never go away. Maybe it's that I'm a horny motherfucker who's desperate for the touch of the girl he loves. Whatever it is, I can't do this anymore. I need something, maybe just a little taste, to get me by until I can truly have her.
I turn on the bedside light and begin my visual journey of her body, starting at the top. Her long, dark curls have been twisted into a messy top knot. "What happened to your hair?"
"I put it up when they rolled the windows down on the party bus."
I don't know what it is about a bun on top of a girl's head but I find it super sexy. "I like it when you wear your hair like that."
I kneel between her feet and place the tip of my index finger on her neck just below her chin and drag it down slowly until I reach her chest. I've spent a lot of time picturing what her tits look like. And I'm not a bit disappointed with hers. Full. Lush. Perky. They're everything. "So fucking gorgeous, Claudia. They're perfect, just as I imagined they would be."
She cups them from below and pushes them up and together. Holy. Shit. I could nearly come right here and now.
"All this time and you've never touched them."
And I won't now either even though I'm dying to. "Trust me. I want to pinch and lick and suck them so much I can hardly resist."
Her breath hitches and she swallows hard.
"That's right, Claudia. I'm going to do all of those things and you'll wear my mark when I'm finished with you."
Dilated pupils have made her normally blue eyes nearly black. "That's what I want, Duke. To be marked by you. To be all yours."
My dick gets harder and pre-cum leaks from the tip when I look down and see the dark pink circle in the crotch of her panties. "Fuck, Claud. I can see how wet you are."
Her legs fall wide and she touches the dark spot with her fingertips. I've seen her touch herself a thousand times in my fantasies but the reality is so much better. "The proof of how much I want you."
We've lightly explored each other the last couple weeks but I haven't dared to touch her pussy. I don't know what it feels like to run my fingers through her folds when they're slick from need and desire. Or what it feels like to push my fingers inside her sweet, wet cunt while she rides my hand.
But I'm going to know. Soon.
"Take off those damn panties. I want to see what I've been waiting so long to have." She pushes her thumbs inside the waistband and lifts her sweet cheeks as she shimmies the fabric down her hips and legs. When my girl is naked, she presses her knees together, reminding me she's never been exposed to a man until now. She looks so sweet and innocent like that.
I hold out my hand. "Give them to me."
She hands over her underwear and I bring them to my nose. My dick dribbles again when I smell her feminine fragrance, her sweet nectar filling my lungs. "You smell fucking delicious." Good enough to lick. To eat. To devour.
Claudia lifts her leg and nudges the toe of her sparkly high heel to the bulge in my underwear. "Take them off. I want to see what I've waited so long to have."
I slide off the edge of the mattress and stand next to the bed, looking down on her. Her eyes move to my cock and widen when I push down my underwear. "Duke … "
She doesn't finish the sentence but I know what my girl is thinking. "I promise it will fit inside you just fine … when the time is right. But that won't be tonight; we're not fucking."
I wrap my hand around my dick and stroke it up and down as my eyes devour her naked body. I have gotten off a lot lately using only my hand and the fantasies in my head. But I'm tired of the make-believe. The need to be inside this girl has become as necessary as breath in my lungs. "Slide down in the bed."