Sweet Girl by Quell T. Fox
Jonathan
Iclosemyselfintohercloset,dickalreadyhardfromjustthethoughtofwatchinghersoclosely.Idon’tknowwhatitisaboutherandwhyshedrivesmethiswild,butfuck,doIloveit.
I’m not one of those sick fuck’s that’s attracted to kids. She was seventeen when I first found her watching me, when I first decided to play this little game. I have no idea how long she had been watching me, but either way, I’m glad I caught her.
Now that she’s back and I’m single, the real games have begun. Don’t get me wrong, it’s a struggle to not slam her against the wall and fuck her until tomorrow every time I see her. Every single time she gives me that sassy attitude, or chews on her lip. But I’m a patient man, it’s been a long, long time since I’ve had any pussy. And when I finally have her, it’s going to be pure fucking bliss.
No matter how much she plays, how much she teases, how much she acts like she doesn’t want it, I know she does.
I know she belongs to me.
And so does she.
Fate isn’t something I believe in, not really anyway. She makes me question that belief though. Because in every single way that I want to own her—mouth, pussy, ass—I also want to cherish her, make her happy.
It’s like her mother was the bronze trophy, but having Charlotte is fucking gold. The upgrade. The best fucking out there.
That long brown hair, her dark eyes, and those perfectly shaped lips that are softer than I could have ever imagined… I could have stood there and kissed her until the sun came up tomorrow morning. But I needed more, needed this.
I keep quiet, steadying my breath as Michael walks in. Charlotte looks nervous and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy it.
Go ahead, sweet girl. Don’t be afraid.
Daddy wants to watch.
As if she can read my thoughts, she loosens up, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss. His hands go right to her waist, sliding down and gripping her ass.
My fucking ass.
The rage builds within me, making me almost shake.
But I like it. I enjoy it. Fucking thrive on it.
My cock is harder than it’s ever been.
I want this girl, yet I want to watch someone else fuck her… how does that make sense?
Because she’s thinking of me. Because he doesn’t matter. He is just a pawn, a tool, a fucking toy. I’m the real thing. And when she finally gets it, she’s never going to leave.
My Charlotte continues to take control of the situation, leading him towards the bed, only she doesn’t lead him towards the bottom, the place she fucked him last time. Instead, she guides him around to the side. So when she straddles his hips and rides his cock, it’ll be eyes on me.
What a naughty fucking girl you are.
My cock strains against my pants and I fight with myself to not pull it out. Each time I watch her it gets harder and harder to control myself. I jerk off more now than I think I ever have in my life. I can’t get this girl out of my head. Those soft moans, the quiet whimpers, the way her mouth falls open and her eyes screw shut as she comes. It’s fucking Heaven.
She pulls her shirt off over her head, her eyes staring forward, right at me. She bites on that full bottom lip, and my cock throbs. I smile to myself, knowing she’s enjoying this as much as I am. She likes to put on a show, and I like to watch.
Like I said, fucking perfect.
When they’re both undressed and she’s straddling his hips, it’s even harder to control my breathing. My cock pulsing so much that I fear I’ll come in my pants. That’s for fucking pussies, I think.
I’m going to stand here and I’m going to watch her take what she wants from him. I’ll watch him get her off. I’ll worry about myself later.
I’ll give the kid some credit though, he does seem to know what he’s doing. I have no idea how much experience she has with sex, but I can tell he’s decent. Not as good as me, but decent. He’s made her come before and it hasn’t taken all that long. He isn’t selfish either. He enjoys watching her like I do. Though I doubt he’s anywhere near my level. If I popped out of this closet, he’d be pissed and go running for the hills. No way he would stay for my pleasure. And I can’t blame the guy, I can barely wrap my head around what the hell I’m doing here.
I keep my eyes trained on Charlotte as her hips begin to move, her hands sliding up her soft abs, reaching her perfect tits. She squeezes, pinching at her nipples as she throws her head back, letting out quiet moans.
I know she’s thinking of me and it drives me fucking wild. When her hips begin to move faster, I can tell she’s going to come soon.
That’s it, baby, come for me.
For me.
I reach for my cock, squeezing it through my jeans with an all too tight grip. It fucking hurts but I need to keep it under control. If I’m too gentle, I’ll fucking explode. I will not come in her closet like this.
I grind my teeth, my eyes focused on her.
“Oh, fuck. I’m going to come,” she cries. Her eyes shoot towards me, her mouth drops open and her body starts to convulse as she comes around another man’s dick.
I should be angry. I should be fucking furious. Instead, I’m more excited than I have ever been in my life.
Stroking my cock through my pants, I tell myself I’ve earned this, that I deserve to come after holding it in for so long, but I pull away, having a much better plan in place. It takes every ounce of control I have to hold back the orgasm threatening me.
Charlotte and her boy toy lie there together for a short while before she asks him out for dinner tomorrow night.
Dinner? I didn’t agree to her having fucking dinner with anyone, I agreed to her riding his cock.
This just won’t do.