This is a repost story from my original account assilem33. I no longer have access to that account, so I will be posting here with updates of my stories - slowly but surely. Life is crazy busy. Sorry for the silence.
No copyright infringement intended.
the beginning
It's just a few drinks. No big deal, Emmett had said.
If it was no big deal, I wouldn't be knee deep in shit right now. Holy fuck, Angela's gonna kill me.
Bee - or is it just B - smiles, and it's not fake, not meant to harden my cock - even if it does - but genuine. She's so fucking pretty and small. So small. Maybe that's why I let her lead me in here.
Sure, dick, that's why.
The room's dim, only lit by a few candles, and B stands in front of me, her small hands drifting to my waist, pulling gently at the bottom of my shirt. I lift my chin, giving permission to ruin my life, and she smiles as she lifts my shirt, her soft hands drifting across my abs in a ball shuddering caress and she tiptoes to pull it off.
We're matching now - both of us topless, but she looks far better than me.
"What do you want?" She asks, tracing lines across my skin with her nails. "You can have whatever you want."
Ah man, why'd she have to say that?
Fuck, I'm a dead man walking.
Her hands slip into the waistband of my jeans, pulling gently until my brain catches up with my dick and my feet follow her to the bed. She looks up at me, all doe-eyed, like she's not seconds away from fucking me stupid. "Your friend took care of the payment," she says, unbuttoning my jeans as my eyes drop to her sweet rack.
I should stop her. I need to stop her, but she's already pulling my zipper down, and it'd be fucking rude to stop her from doing her job.
"You choose," I rasp, my voice sounding nothing like the confident man I'd like to think myself of. It's the voice of someone who is about to get fucked so hard he'll never come back from it.
"It's your choice, silly," she says, shoving my pants down my legs. I step out of them, because if I don't, I'll just look stupid with them sitting at my ankles. That's the only reason why.
"I want it to be yours," I say when she teases the waistband of my briefs - like if she's the one that chooses will make a goddamn difference.
"Are you nervous?" She asks, and fuck me, that smile.
"Fuck no," I lie.
I should just walk out. I've got no business being here. It's not too late…
Oh fuck…
She slips her hand inside my briefs, her fingers wrapping around my cock, tightening just so as she tugs on it. She jacks me slowly at first, then as I give into it, she gets braver, bolder, and strokes my cock like a pro.
Her other hand pulls at my waistband, and like a gentleman, I help her get them off before lifting her tiny body onto the big bed. She releases me, and I bite my lip to stifle the whine that wants to leave my throat, but then she finds me again as I crawl over her, pushing her deep into the mattress.
"I'm gonna be in so much trouble for this," I rasp, my mouth almost brushing hers.
"I won't tell," she whispers, and fuck me to hell, I kiss her.
The sound of her moan mixed with my groan is a death sentence, but consequences aren't dealt with in death, so I bury myself deeper.
It's dark and hot and so fucking soft in here, and for tonight, I'll suffer through it.
No problem.
I rip her panties off, my fingers sliding through the wetness between her legs, and fuck, is she wet. Her back arches off the bed when I shove two fingers inside her, and she may be experienced, she may have had her fair share of fucks, but my cock's gonna destroy her.
I'll see to it.
When she tugs on my balls, my head spins, and I didn't drink near enough to blame these blurred lines on a man named Jack. Only plain stupidity.
B lifts her hands, stuffing one under the pillow, pulling a strip of condoms out. My fingers continue their fucking as I use my other hand to pull them from her, ripping one open with my teeth. One handed, I roll it on, giving her one last rough finger fuck before replacing them with the tip of my dick.
"I'm gonna tear you apart," I say, holding my breath as I slam inside her. She cries out, not like a dirty pornstar, but like a pretty little sex doll, and I can't control myself as I take it to her.
She grips the headboard, white knuckling those steel bars, and I punish her pussy for being so wet, so goddamn tempting. This cock is taken - it's been spoken for, but yet this pretty little minx bewitched it.
Emmett knew what he was fucking doing by bringing me here.
Fucking Emmett I think as I slam deeper.
B pants so prettily beneath me, her tits bouncing with every thrust of my hips, and I can't take it, so I pull out and flip her to her stomach, yanking her hips up and slamming back inside.
This is worse, so much worse, than watching those perfect tits bouncing.
She buries her face in her pillow and grips my cock, taking every punishing thrust. "Touch yourself," I grunt through broken breaths. "Make this pussy come."
She moans as her fingers slide through her wetness, and I sink deeper, grinding my hips before pulling out and doing it all over again. Deep breaths and small cries fill the room, and when she lets go, I sign on the dotted lines - a one way ticket to hell, but fuck, does it feel good down here.