In the fading light of the evening, his features became more pronounced under her gaze, evoking the same emotions she felt the day she first heard him. "This is what happens," she murmured to herself, observing his provocative actions, her imagination unfolding before her. She had been waiting to see that.
She watched his hands unsteadily move to his pants, attempting to loosen them around his bulge as he looked up at her, messed up. "Can I go now? I need to use the restroom," he whimpered, biting his lips to stifle them, too embarrassed to perform his lewd actions before her eyes.
He never wanted anyone to see him like that, not her, at the top of his list. She was someone who had planted a seed of respect and superiority in his heart. And he wanted to look good in her eyes, someone she thought to be the virtuous and innocent one. But what was happening was diminishing his chances.
"Why?" she inquired with fluttering eyes, her breaths seeping through her throat like a snake, her wetness warming between her legs. In response to her question, he stood up, agitated, ready to leave. But she pulled him back onto the chair and sat on his growing bulge.
"You're not going anywhere," she whispered, her eyes sparking with passion, and grabbed a handful of apple slices from the bowl on the table as her lips touched his neck. "You need my help," she added, softly kissing his neck while slipping a piece of apple into his mouth.
"No, don't feed me more," he mildly whimpered to her lips, trying to spit the piece out, but she silenced him with a kiss and made him eat and swallow it. "This is not going to be good," he breathed so quietly, thinking it would definitely make him look like a pervert and someone she should stay away from.
But it caused her to smirk and passionately attack his lips, prompting her to not think much about her actions.
The situation was slowly turning into a play they both couldn't deny, a moment that was about to drown them. And like a flowing river, the kiss intensified with their tongues playing with each other. "Don't worry about that," she whimpered, biting his lips.
She slowly got up and pulled him to the mattress, pushing him over it, and sat beside him. "Why did you feed me apples?" he weakly questioned, twitching inside his pants.
"I wanted to see how you'd react," she replied, slowly moving her lips toward his covered bulge and planting soft kisses over it, making him weaker. "I still want to see the expressions you can make," she added, slowly sitting on his abdomen. "I may be greedy and peculiar, but this is who I am."
"I don't understand you," he whined, wriggling with pleasure, wondering why she wanted to see him like that. "You don't have to. Just understand that you're a beautiful thing, and I want to see how much more beautiful you can be," she whispered, grinding above him, and turning his head upside down.
"You made the slices fall from my hand," she teased with her mocking words and picked more from the bowl. "No, don't do it. It will be more than I can control," he protested, watching her cup his face and push another piece into his mouth.
"How will I see your beauty, then?" she asked a question that cut through him. "Why do you want to see it?" he questioned, being fed another piece, frustrated by the question booming in his head.
"Because you know I love beautiful things," she replied, feeding him one more. "Please, no more," he pleaded, on the verge of leaking in his pants, his member becoming more sensitive due to her grinding above him.
Then she got up and started undressing before his lewd eyes, making him bite and add yet another statement. "I'm not beautiful!" Hearing him say such cruel words, she quietly removed his pants and sat on his thighs, softly placing her hands around the length.
"Don't touch me there." He whimpered, affected by her soft touch on his length, his first time being touched like that. Even though he was denying her touch, he wanted it so badly.
"I don't know why you think you're not beautiful. Look at your hard length. It's so gorgeous." His ears had never been sensitive like that, hearing such words shyer than he ever was.
She was looking at him like he was some kind of exotic delicacy, something she'd never seen before. "I don't get it. Why would you find me beautiful." He whimpered, clutching the sheets as she softly started jerking his length with a soft touch, spitting on it as a lube.
"I - should be saying that. I don't understand why you do not find yourself beautiful." She responded, flooded with dopamine, just by looking at his reactions. She couldn't hold back any longer, hearing his sweet moans, and kissed the tip of his length, prompting him to flinch and gasp.
"That's what I'm talking about. Everything about you is gorgeous. Your body, your reactions, your words and moans." She whispered, slowly taking his whole length in her mouth. It slipped like a thawing rod in her mouth, making her wetter.
"Oh, please!" He whimpered, watching her lips wrapped around his length like a sucking toy. She was sucking him, licking and jerking him at the same time, sending him to a place of profound pleasure.
"Does it not feel good?" She removed her mouth from his length, drooling over it as she looked at him with greedy eyes. "Tell me and I'll stop." She knew what his answer would be, yet still asked him a question like that.
As expected, he couldn't deny but couldn't even accept, still doubtful of his own value. "Tell me!" She suddenly demanded with a bold tone, urging his submission and whimpering. "It feels, it feels good."
"So, I shouldn't stop, right?" She demanded again, looking at him with the eyes of the lioness. "Yes." He responded, drawn back by her tone. "What do you mean? State it perfectly!" She boomed again, urging him to use the right words.
"I don't want you to stop!" Even though he could not understand or had never imagined that to happen, he could not deny his own need. Having her was like a fantasy he never planned or never thought of. It was like a dream he would want to visit again and again.
"Good boy!" she praised, now with a subtle tone, and positioned herself against his cock. "Are you going to fuck me?" He whimpered, sweating with lust and warmth in his body.
"No! I'm going to show you how beautiful you are!" she whispered, slowly gasping at his length and slipping into her. Feeling her tightness clutch around him prompted him to sink into the couch with heaviness, his body getting flooded by bombing pleasure cells.
"Aghh---" He growled and gritted his teeth, shutting his eyes from pleasure. It made her smile and grind her hips with gentle speed. "Look at me." She fell atop him, cupping his face with one hand.
"I want you to see yourself through my eyes and learn how gorgeous you are." She whispered to his whimpers, making long thrusts into her entrance. "I want you to be proud of yourself and enjoy your beauty's effect on me."
"But how can I?" He growled, struggling to focus on her eyes. To his words, she said nothing and guided his hand on her waist, "thrust into me." She whispered, adding, "fuck me, and you'll see what your beauty does to me."
Quiet and bewildered, he softly started thrusting into her, watching her breasts bounce, her eyes shut and her mouth create lewd noises, just like his. "What do you think I feel?" She moaned, feeling his sturdy length kiss the sweet spot inside her.
"Tell me!" She demanded with a strong tone again, making him stutter, "You seem to like it." A smile arose on her face, her walls tightening around his length. "You want to see me love it?" She moaned.
"Yes!" With the same passion and need, he answered. "Then fuck me hard!" She demanded. She was going back and forth from her soft tone to a strong one, making him lose his mind and weak for her.
And as she had ordered, he started thrusting into her harder, watching her moan even louder. "Do you love it?" He moaned, feeling his length get sloppy and strong inside her. "Do it faster and I'll answer you!"
He started thrusting into her faster, moaning just as loud as she was. "Good boy!" Once again she fell atop him and kissed him, "just like that!" She added, feeling the pleasure she had never felt before, calling him a good boy again and again.
"Do you like being called that?" She asked at his dick flinching inside her every time she said that, prompting his eyes to shy away. "Tell me." She demanded with softness until she could not.
"I said, tell me!" She clutched his throat and urged his eyes back on her, moaning louder. "Yes!"
"Good boy." She moaned, adding, "Now do it like you don't have a tomorrow. I want to cum to your cock!" He obeyed and started thrusting into her, digging his nails into his waist, feeling himself leak more pre-cum.
"Are you going to cum as well?" She growled, pleasure coursing through her veins. He nodded and felt her getting tighter. "Cum, then! I'm close as well!" She added, feeling him slowly leak a pool inside her.
"Good boy!" she repeated with loud moans and finally released herself onto his thrusting cock, releasing her grip on his throat and hugging him. "Beautiful." She breathed along his skippy breaths, kissing his dry lips. "Now you should know how beautiful you are!"
It was a statement he could never take seriously, but was about to rethink his thoughts about himself. "Good boy!" Her eyes, sweet and tired, died as she fell asleep above him, leaving him to wonder with wide but tired eyes.
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