"Yes, that is what I sometimes thought." Marie runs her hand over my chest. She makes delicate circles with my fingers. I wonder what she thinks about my cock firming up against her body.

"What do you think of me?" she asks, in case it wasn't already obvious.

"I don't really know," I tell her. Here, I'm drawing a blank. I've got a couple suspicions, but I'd rather not discuss them with her. Not now, at least.

"What are you thinking about me right now?" She insists. There's a devilish grin on her face.

"Right now?" I ask. She grabs my shoulders and slides herself close to my face. Our noses press together.

"Right now," she repeats. Her warm breath beats against my face. It's sweet and welcoming. I close my eyes and meet her lips with mine. I can't remember the last time I shared a genuine kiss with someone. I break it off and see that her eyes are still closed.

"Well," I whisper. She doesn't move. "I think you're beautiful."

"Do you? Really?" Marie asks this as if she doesn't believe me. She opens her eyes and her eyebrows wrinkle.

"I don't say shit unless I mean it," I tell her. She smiles a little and kisses me again. This time, her tongue begs for access into my mouth. I give it to her, and I greet her with my own tongue. We dance in between each other's lips. My hands find their way up the inside of Marie's shirt and I unhook her bra. She really straddles my hips and sits up. My cock is rubbing up between her legs. She starts to tease me. Bad. She makes gentle, slow grinding motions over my crotch. I lift her top up to her neck, exposing her breasts. They're perky and cute. The nipples are just the right size. I sit up as best as I can and I take one of her tits in my hand. I caress it gently. She gasps and shudders as I grope her.

"I think you're just a horny woman," I whisper. "And you're too embarrassed to admit it."

Marie doesn't say anything. I run my thumb over her little pink nipple as it firms up nicely. I lick it a few times. This stirs a fantastic response in the woman. I think she has a case of the chills. Her hands find the back of my head. She grabs at my hair. The circular motions she makes against my scalp feel great. I suck on her nipple, intoxicated by the attention. Then I move to the other breast. My right hand takes the now-lonely nipple, and I roll it between my fingers. Her quick, breathy moans almost sound like she's in pain; but I speak woman well enough to know that it's strictly pleasure she's feeling.

"M-Mr. Hyde," she whispers. I groan against her skin. "I don't…I don't want to have sex with you."

I spit out her breast and look up at her. "Why's that?" I ask. She looks upset.

"I'm not ready to go that far," she admits. I nod in agreement.

"Should I stop all of this?" I ask.

"No."

"Well, okay. But if I get this heated up, I need to pound something out."

"Oh, Mr. Hyde," Marie gasps.

"What? What should I do?" I put my arms around her and give her another kiss. She melts into me. I don't know why she's being so difficult; obviously she wants to have sex. But I respect her wishes regardless.

"Shall I just blow you again?" Marie asks cutely.

"Nah, I've had that," I say. I'm frustrated. This is frustrating. I want to fuck her bad.

"I just…" Marie looks away apprehensively. "I don't want to have sex with you."

I think I realize what's going on here. She's playing a bad, bad game. I know the tricks. I know the teases.

"Don't want to have sex, right?" I ask her. She nods. I stroke her cheek with the back of my hand. She is beautiful. I wonder if she believes me when I say that. Probably not. "Can you sit up real quick?"

Marie sits on her butt, and I stand up.

"Well," I say. "I should probably be going."

I look back and see her sitting there. Just sitting there. She looks sad. Her plump tits are hanging out and staring at me. As I begin to walk away, I suddenly come back and grab her. I grab her shoulders, pin her down on the sofa and spread her legs. She squeals a little at first, but then she obviously likes what I'm doing. I pull down her panties and put her legs up on my shoulders. All in one sweeping motion I get her like this, in the meantime I manage to get my hard-on out of my pants.

My hands push her shoulders into the sofa. She wiggles in playful protest. My dick presses against her steaming cunt. Oh, how I want to go in. But not yet. She needs to be teased like she teased me.

"Mr. Hyde," Marie moans quietly. She's trembling. I run the length of my cock against her ax-wound. She's sopping wet.

"Enough of this," I say. My own teasing is too tempting, so I slam my dick all the way inside her. Marie's eyes look like they're about to explode. I like this. I fuck her hard, and she just lays there helpless, moaning and wiggling.

"Take my dick," I tell her as I huff and puff against her tender, sweating body. I groan to myself. Her breasts bounce up and down delightfully. She submits to me. Completely. Tears run down her face. Tears of joy, I bet.

Just before I climax, I slip out of her and bust my nut on her face.

"Like that?" I ask her. I yell out in pleasure as my seed spills on her tired face. She laughs, cries, and is speechless.

After a few moments to enjoy my brief afterglow, I get to my knees and put my dick away. I clear my throat and get dressed completely. Marie is still lying there with streams of cum running over his face. I gave her what she wanted, I know that. I smile to myself a little and go to leave.

"Oh yeah," I say. "You wanted some doorknob or something? Yeah, whatever. I'll get around to it."

She says nothing and I slam the door on my way out.