Scream For me

I let out a soft moan when he trails his fingers down my neck to dance them along my collarbone. “And what do you think about doing that’s so wicked?”

He traces a line along one of my tits, making me inhale sharply and instinctively arch my chest out to him as my head tips back. I can’t breathe, let alone talk, and when he runs his thumb over my nipple, I breathe out a “Fuck,” that has him laughing again.

“We’re going to have to do something about that dirty mouth of yours.”

“I bet we can find a use for it,” I say, reaching out to trail my fingers along the impossible-to-ignore bulge in his pants.

He gives me a sexy grin as he pinches my nipple hard enough to make me gasp. “Don’t avoid the question. Tell me about these wicked thoughts of yours and what exactly you do to yourself.”

All I want to do is rip my clothes off and beg him to fuck me, but I somehow manage to resist and instead say, “I think about sex all the time, Adam, and sometimes just thinking about it isn’t enough.”

Sliding his fingers down my stomach, he slowly dips them under my Tshirt and drags them along my lower belly.

“What do you do then, love?”

I shake my head no and say, “It’s so naughty, Adam. You’ll think I’m so sinful if I tell you.”

He brings both hands to my waist, gripping me so his fingers are resting against my lower back and his thumbs are stroking my stomach. Keeping his blue eyes on mine, he says, “I would never think bad of you, Leah. It’s normal to think about sex.”

“It is?”

His sexy laugh fills the kitchen. “You’re nineteen, right?”

“Yes.”

“And you’re a virgin?”

I feel my face heat up even more as I shake my head and whisper,

“Yes.”

“Then you’ve been a good girl for a very long time, haven’t you?”

His thumbs are stroking my skin again, making it nearly impossible to think about anything else, and when he steps closer and presses his hard cock into me, I let out a moan and feel my heart speeding up to dangerous levels.

“But I hump things,” I admit, biting my lower lip and feeling like an idiot.

“Is that right, love?” he asks, looking down at me with the sexiest grin on his face. “I’d very much like to see that.”

Before I can answer, he leans closer, hovering his lips above mine. “Will you show me how you grind your little pussy to get off?”

A small part of my is mortified and screaming at me not to do it, but a way bigger part of me is more aroused than I’ve ever been and is already making a mental note of the best piece of furniture to use. My need to cum wins, like it always does, and I shake my head yes.

“Good girl,” he whispers against my lips, pulling away when I lean in to kiss him. He smiles at my pouty look and taps the tip of my nose. “Patience, love.”

He steps back and watches me, waiting to see what I’ll do. I turn around and walk back to the living room. Standing by the arm of the couch, I look back at him. I smile and start to unbutton my shorts. When he arches a brow at me, I say, “It feels better if I’m just in my panties.”

I swear he lets out a small growl when my shorts hit the ground and I’m left in my pale pink panties and my soaked, see-through shirt. Looking down I can’t help but laugh. My panties are just as wet and clinging to my pussy.

“Is the preacher aware that his daughter shaves her pussy?”

His voice is strained, and it sends another rush of pleasure through me.

“I won’t tell if you don’t,” I say, turning around and straddling the arm of his couch. Looking over my shoulder, I give him a wink and start to grind against the padded arm, moaning at the familiar sensation of having something hard pressed against my achy pussy.

He groans as he watches me ride his couch, his eyes glued to the way my hips are rocking. I’ve never shown this side of myself to anyone, but the desire in his eyes is making it easy to let go. I’m so close. I can feel the pressure building, and when he walks closer so he’s standing beside me, I start to work my hips even faster. Rubbing my little pussy against the firm couch arm, desperate to cum and release some of this pent-up frustration.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Running his fingers along one ass cheek, he lets out a groan when he sees my pussy and the cameltoe my humping has given me. Without a word, he reaches down and grabs my T-shirt, yanking it over my head and tossing it aside.

“Fuck,” he moans, watching my tits bounce with my movements.

Right when I’m about to cum, he grips my hips, freezing me in place. When I start to let out an angry protest, he gives me that sexy, wicked grin of his and cups one of my tits, massaging it in his large hand.

“How would you like to grind against something else, little girl?”

My eyes immediately fly to the large bulge I see pressing against his jeans. “You’d let me grind against your cock?” I ask, barely able to believe my good luck.

His deep laugh has my eyes jerking back to his.

“Is that what you want, love? You want to grind your bare little pussy against my hard cock?

“God, yes,” I moan, already scurrying off the couch arm.

He starts to unbutton his pants, and I can’t take my eyes off him. My jaw drops when he slides down his zipper and pulls out the biggest cock I’ve ever seen. I’ve never actually seen one in person, but I do have access to the internet, and I know enough to know this is a good one. He’s fully hard and covered in precum, and I’ve never wanted something so badly in my life. My pussy clenches at the sight of him, demanding to be filled, and I seriously consider just dropping to all fours and begging him to fuck me.

Smiling, he sits down and motions me closer.

“Now, be a good girl, Leah, and take your knickers off.”