His Nasty Little Pussy

I watch as he slips my sandals off and kicks off his boots before leaning over the bed. As soon as I can reach him, I pull his t-shirt off so I can run my hands over all that hard muscle. He laughs at my eagerness, but I can’t slow down. I want everything, and I want it now. I’ve waited so long for this moment, and I want him inside me.

When I go to unbuckle his pants, he grabs my hands and gently moves them. I give a frustrated groan which only makes him smile and say, “Patience, Ella. You’ve waited this long. A few more minutes isn’t gonna kill ya.”

“It just might,” I grumble, which only makes him laugh harder.

He runs his hands up my legs, sliding them under my dress. I lift my hips to help him as he slides the dress up and off me. I didn’t bother wearing a bra, so I’m left in just a tiny pair of pink panties. The appreciative sigh he gives as his eyes rake over my body has my heart racing and my legs spreading.

He leans over me and runs a hand down my neck, lightly brushing his fingers over my skin, bringing them lower to circle my tits. I gasp when his rough fingers glide over my nipples and reach up to grab onto his shoulders, trying to force his mouth onto me.

“It’s really cute that you think you’re strong enough to move me,” he says with a chuckle.Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

“I want your mouth on me.”

“Patience,” he says, dancing his finger over my nipple again.

I groan and tug harder on him.

“Well, now you’re just bein’ difficult.”

In one quick motion, he pinned my arms to the bed and hovered over me. I watch as he kisses a line to one of my tits. He licks and kisses me, making his way around my breast. When his lips are almost touching my rock-hard nipple, he looks up at me and watches my expression as he runs his tongue over my sensitive skin.

Moaning, I arch my hips up to him and tug against his arms, wanting to pull him closer, demanding that he fuck me right now, but his grip is too strong. All I can do is lay there and watch as he licks and sucks on my tit, rolling his tongue along my nipple. My heart is racing so fast that I swear I can see the pulse of it outside my chest.

“Please, Beau,” I beg.

He smiles against my skin and slowly kisses his way to my other tit, giving it the same delicious torture. His thumbs rub along my inner wrist as he holds me tightly, and his cock is pressed firmly against my thigh while he kisses and sucks on my tit. I feel like I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t cum.

When I don’t think I can take a second more, he starts to kiss a line down my stomach. He gives my wrists a gentle squeeze before releasing them, and I immediately bring them down to run through his thick, dark hair. Sliding my panties down, he tosses them aside and brings his face back to my pussy. Grabbing onto my thighs, he opens my legs, fully revealing my pussy to him. I’ve never felt more exposed in my life, but I’m not embarrassed. The hungry look in Beau’s eyes as he takes in the view has me wanting to get into all sorts of positions that he can look at.

“You’re going to have to muster up some patience, darlin’,” he finally says, “because there’s no way in hell I’m rushing this. You’re not pressed up against an oak tree outside your parents’ house this time.”

He lowers his head to my inner thigh and starts to kiss and nibble on my skin, making me moan and wonder how in the hell I’ll manage to survive this teasing when what he’s doing already feels so damn good.

Giving my thigh a bite, he adds, “If you’re a good girl, Ella, I’ll let you cum soon.”

His words send a thrill through my body. I want to be his good girl. I want to be his everything. I can do this, I tell myself. I can be patient. I relax my fingers in his hair, letting them comb through the soft strands instead of my usual death grip. The feel of his hair sliding over my fingers is insanely erotic, and I smile, thinking I’m finally getting the hang of this slowing down thing, but then he brings his mouth to my pussy, and all that flies out the window when he starts to suck and nibble on my pussy lips.

I release his hair, not wanting to hurt him, and instead grip the blanket I’m lying on. His hands spread my thighs even wider. My knees are bent, spread as wide as they can go, and my pussy is dripping wet and desperate for more.

Beau slides his tongue up my slit in one smooth line. I’m already gripping the blanket so tightly my knuckles are white, and he hasn’t even reached my clit yet. When he does, I let out a pained moan because I know he’s not going to let me cum yet. He sucks on my clit, rolling his tongue over it, bringing me close to the edge, but just when I feel the first tingling pleasure of my orgasm, he backs away and licks his way back down my pussy.

I let out a frustrated groan, and he squeezed my thighs in a warning. The longer I’m impatient, the longer he’s going to make me wait. I clench my mouth shut, determined to keep my frustration to myself.

I can’t help but moan in pleasure, though, when he slides his tongue into my pussy and starts to fuck me with it. I try to arch my hips, but his hands are like steel, holding me in place. Pleasure roars through me at the feel of his tongue, and I have to bite my tongue to stop from growling in anger when he slides it out.

He pauses, waiting to see what I’ll do, but when there’s only the sound of my breathy pants, he smiles at me and says, “Good girl.”