His Nasty Little Pussy

The scream she lets out and the look on her face have me smiling like an idiot. I feel pretty proud of myself for about 10 seconds until she comes out of the water, and I remember that she’s wearing a white tank top with no bra. The flimsy white fabric leaves nothing to the imagination. It’s stuck on her like a second skin, and the sight of her pink areolas and rock-hard nipples has me at a loss for words.

She walks towards me with a smirk on her face, letting her beautiful tits lead the way. “Not laughing now, are you?” she says, walking past me before sitting down on the beach.

I follow her with a groan and sit down beside her. The sun has fully set, and there’s a cool breeze coming off the water. Her skin is peppered with goosebumps, and I didn’t think her nipples could get any harder, but they had. God, I want to run my tongue over them so badly. I’d love to warm her up with the heat of my mouth.

Instead of doing that, I rip off my t-shirt and hand it to her. The smile she gives me lights up her whole face as she takes the offered shirt. My body tenses as I watch her inhale the scent of me before slipping it on. It dwarfs her small body, and when she looks at me, there’s so much love on her face that it throws me off balance. I thought she just had a crush on me, that she was testing her boundaries, having fun flirting with her dad’s friend, that sort of thing, but now I wonder if maybe it’s more than that.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

She leans her head against my shoulder, wrapping both her arms around mine in a sort of hug, and we sit and watch the stars come out. I should move her, but I don’t. Instead, in a moment of pure insanity, I lean down and capture her mouth in mine. She immediately opens her mouth to me as I cup her face in my hands. This will be the only time I kiss her, I tell myself. Just one time. I just need to taste her this one time. I roll my tongue along hers, loving how responsive and eager she is. Her tongue slides along the roof of my mouth as I suck and kiss her top lip. When she bites my bottom lip, I groan against her mouth and kiss her harder. I’ve never wanted to fuck someone so badly in my entire life, not even when I was 17 and a giant ball of raging hormones. She does something to me that no woman ever has.

If her dad hadn’t chosen that exact moment to holler our names, I’m not sure what would’ve happened. He probably would’ve found us on the beach with my bare ass under the moonlight as I rammed myself into his daughter. Fuck, this was not good.

It’s too dark for Chuck to see us clearly, and my body’s hiding Alyssa’s from view, but she still jumps when she hears her dad’s voice. Her breathing is heavy, and I can see the mix of desire and fear in her eyes. I run my thumb along her cheek, and she leans her face into the palm of my hand like she’s preparing her body for having to leave mine.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” I say, running my thumb along her swollen bottom lip.

She surprises me by sucking my thumb into her mouth. She sucks hard, sliding her tongue along my skin, meeting my eyes the whole time. Sucking hard, she slowly pulls her head back until my thumb is free.

“You’re going to do a lot more than that before this camping trip is done, Matt.”

Before I have a chance to respond, she jumps up and runs to her dad who is on his way toward us. I grab my boots and stand, hoping it’s dark enough to hide the massive erection I’m sporting.

He gives me a big smile and says, “Thanks for taking care of Alyssa,” making me feel like a giant asshole for just having had my tongue down his daughter’s throat and for all the wildly inappropriate things I want and plan on doing to her.

“No problem,” I say, trying hard to not sound as sexually frustrated as I felt.

When we’re back at the camp, we all decide to just eat a quick supper and call it a night. Chuck claims to be tired, but I know him well enough to know he’s hoping for a round two before bed. I just hope to god they keep it down. The last thing I want is to hear the parents of the girl I’d like to fuck going at it. A brief glance at Alyssa lets me know she’s thinking the same thing.