His Nasty Little Pussy

SAVANNA

I wake up in a surprisingly good mood the next morning, smiling at the memory of last night. The shocked look on his face when I’d spread my pussy juice across his full lips was absolute perfection. I knew he wouldn’t be able to resist getting up to watch me shower. Everything had gone exactly according to plan. I just need to get him to stop being so stubborn. I know he wants me, and I also know he can’t fight me forever.

When I walk into the kitchen, he’s already in there, balancing on one crutch while he pours himself a cup of coffee.

“You look a bit tired,” I say, eyeing his hair that’s even more disheveled than usual. “Have a hard time sleeping?” I ask with a wink.

“That wasn’t very fair, Savanna,” he says, leaning against the counter to eye me warily, like I’m a wild animal that might pounce on him at any moment.

I guess that’s partly true, I think with a smirk.

“Don’t be such a fuddy-duddy,” I say with a laugh.

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“Masturbation is a perfectly natural thing,” I say.

“Oh my god, Savanna, I’m not going to talk about masturbation with my best friend’s daughter,” he says with an adorable groan.

I step in closer and rest a hand on his chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath the t-shirt he’s wearing. If he could step away, he would, but he’s still pressed up against the counter and with his broken ankle, he’s not going anywhere. I take advantage of this and step in even closer, pressing my body against his.

His eyes widen when I press my hips firmly against him, and I smile when I feel his hard cock dig into my stomach. I run my finger along his jawline and look into his sexy green eyes.

“Did you enjoy it?” I ask.

“Enjoy what?” he asks, making me roll my eyes at how fucking stubborn he’s being.

“Did you enjoy watching me fuck myself?”

His body tenses against mine, and I watch as his intense eyes turn a bit darker.

“Did you like watching me finger my tight little pussy?” “Savanna,” he warns, but I ignore him.

“Did you watch me play with my wet, soapy tits? Did you hear me say your name when I came? You should have felt how tightly my little pussy gripped my finger when I came.” I run my hands along his chest and down his ridiculously firm obliques. Arching my hips against him, I ask, “Do you want to feel how tight my pussy is?”

He groans but refuses to give in. His cock is so hard now, and I desperately want to rip off his pants and wrap my mouth around it.

Looking up at him, I slide my fingers under his shirt so I can run them along his bare skin. He quirks an eyebrow at me but doesn’t say anything.

There’s a warning in his eyes, though, that I ignore.

“Did you like the way my pussy tasted?”

His eyes blaze with desire at the memory of it, and before I can tease him some more, his hands are cupping my face, and his mouth is on me. I’ve imagined Justin kissing me more times than I can count, but nothing even came close to preparing me for how good it feels.

I run my hands under his shirt and along his hard back, wanting to feel his skin against mine. I open my mouth to him, and he hungrily responds by sliding his tongue in, eager for more. My heart races and feels like it’s going to burst out of my chest. Justin is my whole world in this moment. The feel of his lips on mine, the taste of him on my tongue, his fingers gripping my face, and his hard cock pressing into me, wanting more. I can feel his desire for me, but it’s more than just his hard dick. There’s a gentleness to his touch, a sweetness to the way he lets his thumbs slide along my skin, and for the briefest of moments I let myself believe that he might finally give in to his feelings, but then he pulls away, and I want to cry at the space that now lodges between us, unwelcome and cold.

“Fuck,” he breathes against my forehead where his mouth now rests far from the lips that so desperately want him back.

“I’m sorry, Savanna. I can’t do this. It’s not right.”

I can hear the frustration and pain in his voice, and I don’t understand why he’s still refusing me.

“Is it because it wasn’t good.” I finally ask.

“What?” He’s so surprised he pulls back and tilts my face up to his.

“What do you mean?”

I try to look away, but he holds me firmly in place, waiting for my answer.

“I’ve never kissed anybody before, so I thought maybe it was bad and that’s why you don’t want to do more with me.”

“Oh god, Savanna,” he says, and the tenderness in his voice has my eyes threatening to overflow. “The kiss was amazing. I didn’t know it was your first. Fuck,” he groans, “I’m such an ass. I should never have let things go this far.”

“But I want them to,” I say, digging my fingers into his back in an effort to bring him closer. “I love you, Justin. I always have.”

His green eyes hold a mixture of shock, lust, and tenderness, and the combination is doing little to calm my already overworking sex drive. He runs his thumb over my cheek and gives me a sad smile. “It’s just a crush, Savanna. It’ll go away.” “No, it won’t,” I say, getting angry.

This time, I’m the one who backs away.

“You’re being a stubborn ass, Justin.” I ignore the shocked look he gives me and continue. “I love you. I’ve always loved you, and I always will. I’ve saved everything for you! Do you think I enjoyed being made fun of in high school and being called frigid by all the guys because I wouldn’t do anything with them or go out with them?”

“Savanna, I…” but I cut him off before he can finish.

“If you can tell me right here and now that you don’t feel anything for me, anything at all beyond friendship, then I’ll leave and go back home.”

I study his green eyes, daring him to lie to me. The war going on behind those eyes is easy to see, and I hope I didn’t push him too far and that this doesn’t backfire in my face.

After a couple of minutes of tense silence, I let out a relieved breath, and say, “All right then, I’m going to the store to get some groceries for us.

I’ll be back soon.”

Without waiting for a response, I go and throw on some clothes, grab my purse, and leave.

I stretch out the grocery trip for as long as humanely possible, spending way more time picking out produce than any one person ever should, and finally make it back a few hours later. Walking in, I head straight for the kitchen and begin unpacking the groceries. I put the steaks in a container so they can marinate in the fridge until it’s time to cook them and then head to my room.

I peek my head into the living room, trying to find Justin, but when I see that it’s empty, I go down the hallway. Alternative rock music floats out of the back room, and when I’m close enough, I see that Justin has decided to take his sexual frustration out by lifting weights. He’d converted the third bedroom into an exercise room, and judging by how fucking ripped he is, he’s been putting it to very good use.

He’s taken his t-shirt off, and I ogle him from the doorway as he uses the weight bench. He’s also pulled over a stool to rest his broken ankle on, and he still hasn’t noticed me, so I stay quiet and enjoy the show. I don’t know how much weight he’s lifting, but it’s enough to make his muscles pop in the most delicious way possible. The sweat dripping off him has me licking my lips, and my pussy is ridiculously wet as I stand there debating whether or not I can get away with fingering myself.

I decide to go for it and snake my hand into my shorts, cupping my smooth sex before slowly parting my sopping wet lips and sliding a finger in. I bite my tongue to keep from moaning and turn all my attention to my swollen clit. There’s no time to waste. I move my fingers in fast, tight circles and tightly grip the doorway. My knees start to buckle as pleasure builds to an overwhelming degree. My eyes travel over Justin’s body, admiring the hard muscle and gorgeous tattoos.

I let out a small sigh when I see the outline of his hard cock and wonder how long he’s going to let himself walk around being so miserable. I think about how much I want to straddle him and ride him until we’re both cumming hard and gasping for breath. I’m desperate for his hands on my body and his cock in my pussy, fully claiming me and making me his.

I rub my clit faster, and when I start to cum, I think about him pounding that thick cock into me over and over again before filling me with his seed, raw and unprotected. I lean into the doorframe, my knees weak as the last of the orgasm runs through me, and when I finally lift my eyes, I see Justin staring at me. The lustful look on his face is so raw it’s almost savage as he watches me.

He never takes his eyes off me as I slide my hand out of my pants and bring it to my mouth. I keep my eyes on his, sliding one wet finger into my mouth before sucking it clean. The groan he lets out has me smiling around my finger as I slowly pull it out and work on the other. When they’re clean, I give him a wink and head back down the hall.