Perv
Damn spoiled brat. He gets whatever the fuck he wants.
This time though, I fucking want it too. How can I not, with his legs spread wide and his cock so hard?
My jeans are off in no time and I kneel between his legs. I kiss him kind of rough, and press my body to his.
I push against him – one long thrust pushing him deeper into the pile of clothes.
Now now now, he says. I tell him to shut up and be patient.
I lick his neck. I bite his ear.
Then I reach for the lube.
Punk
He fumbles through his pockets, and I feel a wash of pride at the way his hands shake. Then he grumbles a little and reaches for my discarded pants.
Fuck.
No lube?
Again?
If I wasn't so frustrated right now, the look on his face would crack me up. He's beyond pissed and looks even more irate when I tell him to just spit and shove.
He's not doing that, he says; he's not interested in hurting me.
I roll over and point exaggeratedly at my rosy cheeks.
He asks if I have some upstairs, and I shoot to my feet.
Yes!