His Nasty Little Pussy

She’d put her hair in a loose braid today, and I watch as she undoes it so I can wash it out. The softness of her long hair glides between my fingers, and against my better judgment I use my hand to wash away a leaf from her bare back. My fingertips slide down her soft, wet skin, and I know if I don’t stop, I’m going to be untying that bikini in about two seconds.

I manage to muster up the willpower from some godforsaken place inside myself and pull my hand away.

“I need to check your hair,” I say. “You were in a pretty dense area, and ticks are a real problem around here. Do you mind?”

She looks up at me with those blue eyes of hers and smiles at me.

“No, I don’t mind.”

I step behind her and start very carefully searching her for ticks. A process I have never in my entire 41 years of living ever found to be sexy but now find it to be one of the most erotic moments of my life.

Goosebumps rise across her shoulders and back as I run my fingers through her hair, checking her hairline way more carefully than is necessary, but I find that once I start touching her, I can’t bring myself to stop.

She surprises me by asking, “Have you ever been married?”

“No, I never have been.”

“Do you want to get married one day?”

“Yes,” I admit, checking behind her right ear. “How about you?”

“Very much so,” she says, which surprises me. Then she asks, “Do you want kids?”

“Yes. You?”

“More than anything,” she says, and there’s so much sadness in her voice when she says it. I can’t help but remember the image of me fucking her with her swollen, pregnant belly between us.

“Don’t you have your whole life ahead of you?” I finally ask.

“Well, yeah, but wouldn’t it be better to spend it all with the person I love?”

She has a point, and I tell her as much. I run my fingers along the base of her neck and start checking the other side of her head.

“Do you date a lot of women?”

“I haven’t dated anyone in quite a while actually,” I say with a smile that I’m glad she can’t see.

“Why not?”

I laugh at her unrestrained curiosity. “I guess I just haven’t found the right person. What about you, Miss Curious, do you date a lot?”

“No,” she says with a sigh. “I don’t date at all.”

“Why not?” I run my fingers through her hair, dancing them along her scalp to make sure I haven’t missed anything.

“I’m saving myself.”

“For?”

“For the man I love.”

“But how will you find him if you don’t date?”

She turns around and tilts her head up so she can meet my eyes.

“I’ve already found him.”

Before I can say anything, she reaches up and takes off my hat.

“Don’t I need to check you too?”

I lower my head so she can reach me better, giving me an amazing view of her perfect tits. I almost sigh when she starts to run her fingers through my hair.

“I don’t want to hand myself over to a bunch of men piece by piece,” she continues. “A first date here, a first handhold there, a first kiss to this guy, first time making out, first time having sex, and on and on. I’d rather be just one man’s. I’d rather he be my first time at everything.”

I look up, wanting to see her, and she slides her hands down to cup my face as I do. She’s looking at me like I’m the most precious thing in the world to her, and all of that turns to complete anguish when I pull back from her and stand up.

She looks at me like she doesn’t understand, like I’ve just broken her heart, but I can’t be the one to ruin everything she’s tried so hard to do.

I cup her cheek and run my thumb over her smooth skin. “We should probably call it quits for the day.”Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Are you pulling away from me because you don’t want me or because you think you shouldn’t want me?”

I hesitate and she steps in closer. “Do you want me, Beau?” “God, you know I do,” I practically moan.

“Are you resisting to be a gentleman?”

I laugh at that. “Darlin’, the things I want to do to you are very ungentlemanly.”

“Then why not do them?”

“What about your all-or-nothing plan?” I ask.

“Why can’t you be all part of the plan?”

I let out a heavy sigh. “You’re only 18. How can you possibly know what you want at that age?”

“You’re being stubborn.”

“And I’m very good at it,” I say.

“Not good enough,” she says, stepping forward and pressing her lips against mine.

She’d had to go up on tippytoe, but she’d done it so fast, I hadn’t had a chance to back away or maybe I just hadn’t wanted to.

Her lips are soft and perfect and I’m helpless against them. I kiss her back, wrapping my arms around her. She opens her mouth to me, and I slide my tongue in. Her hands run through my hair, pulling me closer, and I groan when her wet tits press against my chest. I slide my hand along her spine, reaching down to cup one of her round ass cheeks. She moans when she feels my hard cock pressing against her.

When I finally pull my head back, we’re both left gasping and wanting more. Her eyes are heavy-lidded and filled with lust. She presses herself harder against my cock and runs her fingers along my chest.

“I need more, Beau. Please give me more.”

“As much as I love to hear you beg, darlin’, I think one first is enough for today. If you’re a good girl, maybe you’ll get another tomorrow.”

The pouty look on her face nearly has me giving her all those firsts right now, but I manage to control myself and instead hand her her lunch and send her home with Henry, watching her sweet ass sway with every step she takes.

Damn, tomorrow couldn’t get here fast enough.