I could see she was rattled by all the attention I'd shown her during dinner. I'd purposely not given her any wine with her meal. I wanted her to have a clear head. "Come 'ere." I pulled her down on my lap and we sat and watched the skyline, my hand on her bare leg, rubbing circles with my fingers. "Give me your foot." She lifted first one leg, and then the other, so I could remove her killer heels. They looked fucking hot on her feet, but I know they had to be just a little uncomfortable. I played with her anklet for a minute before releasing her leg, and she shivered. "Cold?" "Uh-uh." "Lips." I nuzzled the side of her neck up to her lips and went under. She was wearing a different flavor on her lips this time. Something sweet and spicy that made me nibble on them softly. My cock was poking into her ass, and I pressed her down harder, enjoying the little grind she added. "You trust me? Look at me. You trust me to take care of you?" She nodded her head shyly and I
"Fuck." Her tightness blew my mind. I don't think I'd ever felt anything so fucking good in my life, and I wasn't even all the way in her yet. She whimpered a little as I drew out slowly, making sure to drag my Apadravya against the walls of her young fresh pussy. She moaned and cried out at the same time, the pleasure overshadowing the pain. "I love the way you're taking my cock even though it's too much for you." I kissed her to show her how pleased I was with her."I love that look in your eyes every time I hit your sweet spot, and the way you scream as my cock stretches you, like now. Look at that, look at us baby, look at how your little pussy is so greedy that even though you're crying because it's too much, you still want to swallow all of me." She looked down between us to where we were joined as I continued to stroke into her. I dried her tears and kissed her with all the tenderness I felt for her in that moment."Don't worry baby, it'll stop hurting soon..." It
I'm Colton Lyon's girl, I can't even...I can't process all this joy at once, and my heart can hardly stand it I'm so happy. When I woke up this morning, feeling a little sore from my piercings, and the loss of my innocence, he was so amazingly sweet and attentive. He'd told me, in his gruff way of course, that I wouldn't be going in today, and that he'd only be gone a few short hours. If I wasn't so sore then I would've rolled around on the bed with a big sappy grin on my face. As it is, I'm propped up against a thousand pillows with movies set up to play at the touch of a button, and a pile of magazines at my elbow. And believe it or not, not the girly kind, but car and driver and biker's mags. He's so cute. He'd made me take some pills and promise to take more if the soreness got to be too much. Poor baby, he'd felt guilty about leaving me, but I understood. He had a business to run. I must've dozed off after all, because the next thing I knew, he was traipsing into the bed
For the past three days I've been laying low. I got an extra day because I made the mistake of flinching when I accidentally touched one of my nipple piercings, which truthfully didn't even hurt any more, just a little stiffness. The other one down below was still a little uncomfortable, but not too much. Colton took very good care of them, and me, so that I didn't get an infection or suffer some other disaster. Anyway, I flinched, and was ordered to get undressed, and though I wasn't confined to the bed I couldn't do anything. "Why don't I go get my things from dad's today then?" "Because, I don't want you bending and lifting things just yet..." "I read about piercings online, and people said that it was quite alright to go on as usual..." He just turned and gave me this look that I clearly read as his signature 'the fuck I care?', so I closed my lips up tight. "As I was saying, I don't want you doing anything. We'll get your things in a few. The boxes are for your perso
Apparently I didn't hit her hard enough because she was climbing to her feet again. Damn. I guess since it was my first time doing it I'd pulled back a little, Colton had warned me about that. As much as I would enjoy kicking her snooty ass, I didn't necessarily want to end up a feature on YouTube. Meanwhile Carol was on the phone trying to call someone, but a crowd was gathering, and the bitch was back on her feet with blood in her eyes. "You fucking little bitch, how dare you?" "Jennifer, you need to stop, people are staring and taking pictures for heaven's sake." "Shut up, Carol, do you think I'd let this little nobody get the best of me? I know all about you, yeah, I had a look into your past, so why don't we tell these nice people here how you and your friend lured those poor boys and then cried rape you little..." I'm not sure she got any other words out, all I know is my ears began to ring and my blood was up. My first swing drew blood, but that didn't stop me. I j
It was only as we made our way through the mall that I really took a good look at Colton. Holy shit, that's it, there's no point in wearing panties in this burg. But then again I needed something to help stem the flow. Black leather biker jacket, riding gloves, and jeans that fit just right, and then he flipped down his shades and that was it. "Oomph..." "Babe seriously, cut that shit out we're in a mall." He put his arm around me, my arm went around his waist, and when he said 'mouth' with his usual growl and then kissed me as we continued walking, I just said to hell with it and let the dam burst. Dry drawers are overrated anyway. Outside in the parking lot the men had lined their rides up behind and around Carol's car. That too was hot. "Ride with Carol, I'm right behind you okay." "Why can't I ride with you?" I pouted up at him. "Straddling my bike with a new hood piercing won't be much fun babe, trust me. Plus you won't be able to hold onto me as you should witho
My third target behind bars had no idea what was about to befall him. I'd decided not to hit all three targets at once lest it draw suspicion, and this way with only two of the players hit in what seemed like separate incidences, no one was the wiser. Before this thing with Angel and that bitch, I was on track to head to Arizona to take care of the one who thought he got away because of mommy and daddy's money. Now I might have to put that shit off because I didn't want to be too far away if she, or her brother, tried some shit with my girl. The guys had found the videos on YouTube, and had somehow come up with a compilation, which they watched constantly to Kat's embarrassment. Now someone had nailed gold sparring gloves to the office door.We were both miserable as fuck because we couldn't fuck, but no matter how much she whined and bitched I wouldn't relent. There is no way I was going to risk hurting her. Besides there were just for a few more days to go. This morning she'd
I needed my name on her as soon as possible, to me that was more personal, and made more of a statement than a diamond ring. Katarina got undressed and straddled the chair, so Stacy could do her thing. "If you want, we can start on the outline." She offered when she was finished lining up the art- work on Kat's back. "Not today, give us a few weeks. Now where's the other one?" Stacy brought out the other drawing I'd asked her to work on for me. It was a picture of Kat that would take up my side in a lounging position. Kat's mouth hung open in surprise. "You're really...you're going to..." "What the fuck, Angel?" She broke down in tears, and Stacy excused herself while I tended to my crying baby. "Hey, what's all this?" "You're going to have my face on your body, it's just, it's so...permanent, and it says so much, and I'm just so overwhelmed." "Babe, we talked about this shit yeah. You're my it, my one. What's the problem?" She just shook her head as I hugged her. D