Wicked Things by Yolanda Olson

Bates

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Hollis loweredherself gently onto my cock. Never in my life had I wanted to be so goddamn consumed by one person, as badly as I wanted to be by her.

When she took my length deep into her tight hole, I put a hand on her sides, being careful not to squeeze down too tightly around her haphazardly wrapped ribs, and leaned up to kiss her.

“Fuck me, pretty girl,” I whispered into her parted lips.

I inhaled sharply as she began to rock back and forth on top of me. She was a little clumsy at first, but she found her pace—and more importantly, her confidence.

I let her go.

She wanted to be wild, and I wanted to be used.

We were a match made in hell and she didn’t even know it yet.

I watched her small, perky tits bounce in front of my face, caressed her slender, small frame as she started to grind her hips down, and took in the rest of her beauty as I felt my balls start to tighten.

Hollis had been making quick work of me and, in a way, I was proud of her.

I think that while I wanted this, she needed it.

“Goddamn, pretty girl,” I breathed as my body started to tense. Hollis leaned down and bit my lower lip as she continued to grind down on my hard cock.

I was going to blow a load inside of her sooner rather than later if she didn’t stop; but I didn’t want her to.

I wanted to claim her as mine and what better way would there have been to do it than to shoot my cum inside of her?

My breathing started to become labored as she continued to grind her hips. She was becoming unhinged, and I could tell that she would was going to come soon too.

Hollis let out a whimper as she started to fuck me, faster and faster, until neither of us could take it much more.

She came first, which made me feel even better about bringing her home.

There had always been so many jokes about men coming first, but I wanted my newly found pretty girl to experience her euphoria before I did.

It made it even more special when I let out one final, loud moan and came deep inside of her.