His Nasty Little Pussy

AIDEN

I watch from the window as Hannah runs back to her house. God, she’d looked so fucking adorable with her hair a mess, a red flush on her skin, stuttering out her ridiculous excuse with that defiant look in her gray eyes.

As soon as I’d seen her, I’d known exactly what she’d been up to in that tree. Ever since she turned 18, she’s been giving me fuck-me eyes that are becoming harder and harder to ignore, especially when she’s standing on my lawn in a skimpy tank that’s basically see-through, giving me an amazing view of her perfect tits.

Just the memory of how good her tight, young body had felt in my arms has me bringing my hand to my cock. I quickly strip down and get into the shower, knowing I’ll never be able to sleep until I get her out of my system. The same as every day since she turned 18. God, I need to get a grip and not just on my cock. I need to purge her from my mind. I’m friends with her parents, and I’m old enough to be her dad, for fuck’s sake!

That doesn’t stop me from thinking about fucking her up against that tree I’d caught her in, though. Warm water splashes over me as I pump myself harder, needing the release that’s so painfully close. I imagine bending her over, grabbing onto that perfect set of hips and burying my cock deep inside her. Remembering the sound of her soft moans is all the help I need to send me over the edge.

Pounding my free hand against the tiled wall, I groan and shoot my wad with a force that leaves me gasping. Pleasure races through me as my cock continues to empty. God, this girl drives me fucking crazy. When I’m finally spent, I sigh and wash myself off. I know it’s only a temporary relief, but it’s the only thing that’s keeping me sane.

I’m just getting into bed when I hear my cell phone buzz. Curious, I reach over and see a new message from a number I don’t recognize. Night, Officer Keane. 😉 I smile and respond.

Who is this? It’s Hannah.

Ah, the girl who was straddling my tree. You know you can call me Aiden, right?

Okay, Aiden.

I can’t help but grin like an idiot when I see her use my name which makes me feel like a stupid lovesick high school kid.

How did you get my number?

There’s a pause before she answers. I looked in my dad’s phone.

Wow, I don’t think I’ve ever been stalked before.

Her reply is lightning fast. I’m not stalking you!

I laugh as I type, You pleasured yourself in my tree while watching me and now you’ve broken into your dad’s phone to steal my number. Is there anything else I don’t know about?

Maybe.

I reread her message, my heart racing as I think about all the other things she may have done. Knowing she fucked herself while watching me is something that will probably keep me aroused for the rest of my life.Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

What else could she have possibly done? I have to know.

What else?

I don’t think I should say…

Oh, come on! Now you have to tell me.

Nope.

I could just interrogate you.

Mmm…that sounds nice, especially if you brought out the handcuffs.

My mouth drops when I read her latest text. God, she’s a lot bolder when she’s not standing in my yard in her pajamas. I tell her as much, and I get a laughing emoji and another winky face.

Then she adds, Maybe I’ll tell you one day. Then another text quickly comes in. Do you want a photo of me?

My heart skips a beat. This is dangerous ground I’m walking on.

What kind of photo?

A naughty one.

I tell myself I should say no. I even mutter it out loud a few times into my empty, dark bedroom like a mantra.

“I should say no. I should say no. I should say no.” And then I type, Yes.

I groan when my screen is suddenly filled with her beautiful body. She’s sitting back on her heels, knees spread wide, and her shirt is rolled up so that only her nipples are covered. A very generous amount of tit is shown, and my mouth actually starts to fucking water. My eyes drift down her toned stomach to where a tiny pair of pink panties are wedged between her smooth pussy lips, giving her the most mouthwatering cameltoe I’ve ever seen. Her beautiful, bald pussy is spilling over the sides, and I’d give anything to be able to run my tongue along that smooth skin. She’s so wet, her pussy glistens, and I can see her panties are soaked.

I’m so mesmerized by the photo that it takes a few seconds to realize she’s texted me again.

Do you like the photo?

God, yes. You’re so fucking beautiful.

Thanks, Aiden. 😉 It’s all for you.

You know I’m old enough to be your dad, right?

Yes, and I love it.

Well, that wasn’t the response I was expecting.

While I try and sift through everything I’m thinking, she sends me another message.

You should get some sleep, Aiden. You have work tomorrow. Be careful and sweet dreams. 😉

Awesome, the 18-year-old is the one acting like the responsible adult and not the 41-year-old cop. Just fucking awesome. I text her a quick goodnight and then take another look at that picture. As unbelievable as her body is, I wish I could see her face.

Without giving myself time to think, I send her a quick text.

One more thing. Can you send me a pic with your face?

I feel like a ridiculous dumbass while I wait, but at least she doesn’t make me wait long. Soon an image pops up, and it’s of her smiling at the camera with her dark hair fanned out on her pillow. I smile, running my finger over her face. Her smile is wide enough to bring out that cute dimple in her left cheek, and I’d give anything to be able to kiss it.

Thanks, Hannah. Get some sleep. Night.

Night, Aiden.

It’s a long night of tossing and turning and dreaming of Hannah’s sweet face and a tiny pair of pink panties. I awake to a hard-on and a headache. Before I do anything, I look at the photos she sent me again and jerk off to the images of her. The photo of her half-naked body gets me to the edge, but it’s the photo of her smiling face that sends me over it.

I give a frustrated sigh when I’m done. This masturbation shit is getting old. I don’t want my own hand on my cock. I want Hannah’s sweet pussy wrapped around it. I want her mouth on me, her hands, her body. I want to wrap my arms around her after I fuck her and fall asleep with her face nuzzled up against my neck, and I want to see her belly swell with the evidence that she’s mine.

Where the fuck did that come from?

I give my head a good shake, convinced I’ve finally lost it. Hannah pregnant with my baby? Did I really want that? I quickly decide that, yes, that’s exactly what I want. I want to claim every inch of her amazing body, and I want her to be mine. All of her.

Fuck, I have it bad. With a groan, I heave myself out of bed and to the shower. I start to feel somewhat human again after I’ve had some coffee and aspirin. Tossing on my gun belt, I adjust my shoulder mic and make sure everything is good to go before walking out the door.

The sight of Hannah stops me dead in my tracks.