His Nasty Little Pussy

He misunderstood my look and added, “The idea of you with another man makes me want to kill someone, but I understand if you were with others while you were in high school. I need to know, though.”

I reached down and ran my hands through his dark hair, letting my fingers trail along his stubbled cheeks.

Looking into those gorgeous blue eyes, I said, “Jack, I haven’t been with anyone. I was saving myself for you. You’re the only person who’s ever even seen my pussy, let alone touched or tasted it.”

There was so much relief and hope in his voice when he asked, “Are you really a virgin?”

“Yes, Jack. I’ve always known you were the only man for me.”

Dropping the towel, he reached down and grabbed onto me, picking me up and pulling me against him. I wrapped my legs around his firm waist and clung to his broad shoulders. He was so strong, and he always made me feel so safe. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on tightly as he carried me out of the bathroom.

I thought he’d take me to my parents’ room because they had the larger bed, but he surprised me by taking me into my own room. Seeing my childhood room while being held naked by Jack gave me an exhilarating feeling. How many times had I laid on my pink fluffy comforter and masturbated thinking about Jack? Too many to count. And now he was about to fuck my virginity right out of me on that very same bed. It sent a naughty thrill through me, and I rocked my hips against him so I could feel my pussy rub against his shirt. I didn’t think he was going to have a single piece of clothing that didn’t have my pussy juices on it.

When he laid me down on my bed, my foot accidentally hit my laptop on the nightstand, bringing it to life. When I saw what popped up, I lunged for it, hoping to shut it in time, but Jack was faster.

“What have we here?” he said, grabbing the laptop and scrolling through.

My face flushed as he scrolled through page after page of photographs of him. I’d had a file going on Jack for a few years now, and there were hundreds of photos of him that I’d secretly taken when he was at the house. His eyes widened as he flipped through photo after photo. I saw them flash over the screen. Photos of Jack driving up to the house in his jeep. Photos of Jack from when he helped my Dad put in our privacy fence. Photos of Jack swimming in our pool. So, so many of them, and he looked fucking gorgeous in all of them.

“You’ve been secretly photographing me?”

I didn’t answer as he continued flipping through. “For years?” He set the laptop aside and looked at me, waiting for a response.

“Well, kinda,” I said with an embarrassed shrug.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“What do you do with all these?” he asked.

“I just feel better when I can see you,” I admitted. “I sleep better if I can see your face, even if it is just a photograph.”

He gave me a sweet smile that brought out his dimple, but then his grin turned wicked. “Is that all you do with these?”

I felt my face heat up. Biting my lower lip, I shook my head no.

“Do you fuck yourself while you look at these?”

“Uh-huh,” I said, glad that he didn’t ask me how often, because that would have been really embarrassing.

“I know you’ve had a whole life outside of me, Jack, but you’ve been my entire life for as long as I can remember.”

Smiling, he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his phone. He tapped the screen a few times and held it out to me.

“You’re not the only one who’s been a bit obsessed,” he admitted.

Stunned, I took the phone from him and scrolled through photo after photo of myself.

“That’s my favorite,” he said, when I stopped on one of me at the kitchen counter with my head bent over my schoolbooks. My hair was down, and I was chewing my bottom lip while I scribbled something in a notebook. I remembered that day. I’d been cramming for a big test in my history class, but I could barely concentrate because Jack had come over for supper, and he was standing at the counter right across from me. I’d thought he’d been playing a game or something on his phone. I’d had no idea he’d been secretly photographing me.

“And before you ask, yes, I jerk off to all those photos, especially that one,” he said, tapping the screen.

I couldn’t stop the crazy grin that spread over my face. I’d had no idea he’d been just as obsessed with me as I’d been with him. The idea of him stroking his big cock while he thought of me made me so wet I could feel it on my inner thighs.

Taking his phone back, he set it next to my laptop. He stood, looking down at me on my bed, and then tugged his t-shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. His body was an absolute work of art, and my legs automatically spread apart as soon as I saw all that hard muscle.

“I’m going to claim that virgin pussy of yours, Simone, and when I do, you’ll be all mine. Forever. Is that what you want?”

I nodded my head vigorously. “Yes, Jack. It’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

Reaching down I use my hands to spread my pussy wide. “I’ve saved this pussy just for you.”

His eyes go dark at the sight of me spread open for him.

“Soon, Simone, but first it’s time I taught you a lesson.”

Sitting on my bed, he scooped me up and laid me across his lap so my tummy and tits were pressed firmly against his thighs and my ass was on full display. I moaned when I felt his hard cock digging into me.

“You like that, huh?”

I could hear the amusement in his voice which only made me rub myself harder against him.

“I’ve had a perpetual hard-on for months, Simone, all because of you, and now you’re going to pay for that. You thought you could just walk around, showing me glimpses of your tight, smooth little pussy, making my cock so hungry for you I could barely see straight and not have any consequences. Well, that’s not how it works, little girl.”

I let out a frightened yelp when he brought his hand down hard against my ass. I’d thought it would be more of a playful spanking, but, damn, that hurt!

Before I had a chance to catch my breath, he brought his hand down twice more.

Smack! Smack!