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When we were talking online before meeting, she always talked about wanting to find a long-term guy, after all her failed dating attempts that have come before. So I know she’s looking for something serious. Yet, as soon as I told her I didn’t want anything serious, she was still on board. I expected her to walk away after the first date, but she didn’t. So, here we are, and now I’m faced with the possibility that I will be just another asshole who hurts her.
I know my situation is slightly different, since I’ve been honest with her from the start about what I’m looking for. But it doesn’t change the fact all she’s known in the past is twats, and I’m adding to that. I should let her walk away. Tell her to go and find her dream guy who can give her everything she’s looking for. But I can’t. I don’t even know how to explain it, but there’s a pull to this girl that I can’t avoid.
Call me selfish, but I want her. I want to fuck her, to own her body. I meant it when I said she was beautiful, and that I could understand why other guys liked seeing her on her knees. Since she mentioned it my heads been full of visions of her on her knees, swallowing my cock.
So, for once, I’m letting my selfishness run free. I want Emmaleigh, and so I’m going to have her. All thoughts about her deserving better are pushed from my mind, and I focus completely on the fucking gorgeous girl that’s currently straddling my thighs. There’s no way in hell I can push her away while her sweet little pussy is grinding on my fabric covered cock.
Our mouths are battling for dominance, and whenever she runs her tongue along the inside of my lower lip, I’m assaulted by her taste and it makes me desperate for more.
My hands rake up the smooth skin on her back, loving the way she trembles beneath my light touch. Once I reach her bra, I gently swipe my fingers around the edges, softly scraping along the underside of her boob. As soon as I reach her nipple, the hardened bud is pressed firmly against the cup holding it in place, and I want to see it without the bra.
But first, I lightly swipe the pad of my thumb across her right nipple, and the moan that escapes into my mouth sounds so fucking hot. I repeat the motion on the left nipple, and Em arches her back, exposing her chest to me further. Clearly her nipples are sensitive, and she wants to feel more, which is something I’m only too happy to help her with.
As I bring my fingers to the back of her bra, I unclasp it with one hand—which took far more practice than I would like to admit—and with my other I help to pull it away from her body. As I do that, Em breaks our kiss, leaving us both panting and trying desperately to catch our breath.
When I throw her bra onto the floor she chuckles a little, and my brows shoot up in question of what’s so funny. “You are really good at that.”
I can’t help but smile at how fucking adorable she looks when she’s gazing at me with such a beautiful smile, a sligh flush spreading across her cheeks. “It took me more practice than I’d like to admit.”
She groans loudly, dipping her head as she starts to laugh. I ask her what’s so funny. “Well, firstly, I don’t like the idea of you taking any other woman’s bra off, so there will be no more talk of that,” she grumbles, her face crumbling into a mixture of displeasure and jealousy. I try to hide the smile that is creeping in. I guess I like seeing her a little jealous. Em then lifts her head and continues, only this time her lip is raised in disgust. “I said the same thing to my last proper boyfriend, telling him I was impressed he could take my bra off one handed, and I’m still traumatised by his response.”
A smile creeps on my lips. “Now this I have to hear.”
“He told me that he practised a lot, and was determined to get good at it. I thought, nothing wrong with that, other than a little jealousy over hearing he’d been with other girls. But then he ruined it all by saying he practised on his grandma, who was the person raising him. After that, every time he removed my bra, all I could see in my head were flashing images of my boyfriend removing his grandma’s bra. To say it was a mood killer is an understatement.”
I can’t stop laughing, the more she talks. I bite my lip to try and hold back the full belly laughs I’m struggling to contain. “Fuck, you weren’t kidding when you said you had a bad romantic past, were you?”
She starts to giggle, shaking her head. “That’s a fucking understatement. But I have a feeling you might be the one to break my weirdo streak.”
My lip curls up into a cocky smirk, as her words go straight to my inflated ego. “Oh I’m definitely a weirdo. But that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to show you a fucking good time.”
Before she has a chance to respond, I lower my head and capture one of her nipples in my mouth, sucking on the hard bud. As I flick my tongue over the nub, I take the other nipple in my hand, tweaking it with my thumb and forefinger, before tugging on it gently. As I do that, Em’s moans echoes around the room, and I can feel her shudder beneath my touch. The more I suck and tug on her nipple, the more she arches her back, giving me even more access. Her fingers are gripping onto my hair, tugging to the point I feel that delicious sting. Don’t even get me started on the way she’s grinding her sweet little pussy against my denim-covered cock. I can feel myself getting impossibly harder, my engorged head feeling sore and full. I need to get my clothes off, and soon.
As I continue swapping my mouth from one nipple to the other, Em’s moans become more frantic and wanton. She nibbles along my ear before sucking on the spot just below that causes my lower abdomen to tighten, and a groan to rip from my lips. I’ve always known that was a sensitive spot for me, but I’ve never had someone suck on it in such a way that I feel it in my balls.
Em gently presses my shoulders back, making it clear she wants me to stop the attention I’m giving her nipples. As she leans back, I can’t help but ogle at how fucking sexy they look; swollen, glistening with my spit, standing on a peak that looks almost painful.
I’m pulled away from admiring my handy work when Em shuffles off my cock—much to my disgust—with a mischievous glint in her eye. Before I know it, she slides off my lap, down onto her knees in front of me, in between my legs. She’s looking up at me through hooded eyes as she sucks her lower lip into her mouth. Fuck, I didn’t know this girl could get any sexier, and then she reaches for the button on my jeans, and I’m a goner.
She unfastens the button and begins to pull the zipper down. I place my hand over hers to stop her, but not for the reasons she thinks. I know for a fact, the moment her lips touch my cock, I’m going to want to feel her pussy swallowing my hard length, so we may as well be prepared.
Taking my hands underneath her shoulders, I gently pull her until she’s standing, as I do too. With one hand cupping her cheeks, I reach down and place my hand over her denim-covered pussy. She moans against my cheek and I can’t help the shit-eating grin that spreads across my face. I press down, harder than I normally would, so she can feel the pressure against her clit. It has the desired effect when she cries out in pleasure.
Placing my lips beside her ear, I whisper all the filthy words I’m thinking aloud. “I want to feel your lips around my cock more than anything, but I already know where that will lead. I will want to fuck you. If you are okay with that, then I think we can make things easier on ourselves and get the awkward discussion out of the way now.”
She turns her head slightly, her dark, lust-filled eyes stare at me, but her brow furrows. “What awkward conversation?” she mutters.
“Contraception. I tested negative recently, and I’m happy to use condoms, if you’d like. Honestly, I’ve never had sex without one before,” I admit.
“Does that mean you want to have sex without one with me?” she asks, voicing the question I’ve been asking myself for the last few minutes.
Since she fell to her knees between my legs, all I’ve been able to think about is sinking my hard length into her bare, naked pussy. The desire to feel all of her, her heat and how tight she grips my cock is overwhelming me. Obviously, the sensible side of me says I should use a condom all the time. It’s not just about the whole baby issue—which I would absolutely fucking hate—but it’s also a safety thing. A girl can say all her test results have come back negative, but that’s just her word. So, why am I considering going against everything I believe for this girl? Why is her pussy calling to me in a way no other does?
“I went to the clinic just a couple of weeks ago, when I found out the last guy I was sleeping with was also sleeping with the girl at the fish counter at my local supermarket,” she explains with a grimace. “My results were all negative, and I haven’t been with anyone since. I also have the implant, so there’s absolutely no chance of me getting pregnant.”
“My negative result was from a few weeks ago too, and I haven't been with anyone since,” I confess, before gently rubbing my fingers against her pussy. Her pelvis tilts and she presses herself harder against my hand, groaning loudly as she does.
“So you want to do it bare?” she whispers, turning her face away, as though she’s too embarrassed to make eye contact with me after saying that.
