His Nasty Little Pussy

Her hands wander up to my abs as she continues to suck me off like a damn pro. She runs her nails over me, and every touch is like a jolt of pleasure to my dick. I’m barely moving her now as she takes over and increases her speed. I watch as my cock disappears and reappears at a dizzying speed. Slurping sounds fill the air as she sucks harder.Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

“Fuck!” I groan as pleasure rips through me, tensing my muscles as I empty my cock deep into her throat. She sucks me harder, rolling her tongue along my pulsing dick. I feel her throat work beneath my fingers, swallowing everything I’m giving her with such gusto that my body somehow manages to squirt off a couple more shots down that hardworking throat of hers.

With an exhausted sigh, I lay my head back against the chair, completely and wonderfully spent. Releasing my grip on her neck, I run my fingers through her soft hair as she continues to gently kiss and lick me. When she’s satisfied, she lifts her head to me. Her smile’s so big that her dimple is easily visible in the moonlight.

“I did it,” she gasps, crawling back up into my lap.

“God, you sure did,” I agree, running my thumb over her wet, swollen lips. “That was amazing, Hannah.”

“Really?” she asks, ducking her head a little. “I mean, I’m sure you’ve gotten a ton of blowjobs from women with a lot more experience than me.”

I hook my finger under her chin, forcing her to look at me. How on earth she could think that any of those other blowjobs could even start to compare to the one she’d just given me I’ll never know.

“That was hands down the best blowjob of my life. Anything I do with you is guaranteed to be the best.”

She smiles at me, and I wonder if she has any idea that I’ve fallen completely in love with her.

I run my hands over her tight little waist before sliding them up to cup her perfect tits. She tilts her head back and moans as I rub my thumbs over her hard nipples. My semi-hard cock is in between us and already growing fully hard again by the time I bring her mouth to mine. I kiss her gently, savoring her, trying to show her how much I love her and need her with my lips and tongue. Cupping her face, I deepen the kiss, exploring her mouth with my tongue, wanting and needing so much more of her.

I pull back with a sad groan of regret, wishing she could stay with me all night. Hell, forever. There’s no point in denying that’s exactly what I want. I don’t want her to ever leave.

She surprises me by licking a line up the scar on my cheek before pulling her head back to look at me. She gives me a sheepish grin that’s so adorable I can’t help but smile back.

“I’ve always wanted to do that,” she admits. “I hope you don’t mind.”

“I love it when you touch me, Hannah, with any part of your body.”

She traces the scar with her finger. “How did you get it?”

“A rookie mistake from a very long time ago,” I say, grabbing her fingers and kissing them. “Not one I’ll ever make again.”

She lays her head back down on my shoulder and snuggles in against me. I wrap my arms around her, holding her close, and kiss the top of her head.

“I don’t want to leave,” she whispers against my neck.

“I want you to stay,” I admit, because I very much do, but then I add, “But you have to go back home.”

The sad sigh she breathes against my neck makes me wish I could just carry her inside. My arms tighten around her instinctively, but I know I need to let her go, so with a sad sigh of my own, I reach down and grab her shirt. I slide it over her head, and she begrudgingly lifts her arms so I can put it on.

“I don’t like it any more than you do,” I tell her. I kiss her shoulder and tuck my now very hard cock back into my pants when she stands up.

She wraps her arms around me in a tight hug, and she feels so small and vulnerable against me. I’m not quite sure how I’ll be able to let her go when all my instincts are telling me to pick her up and carry her inside.

“Can I come back tomorrow?” she says so low that I almost miss it.

“You better,” I say with a smile.

She looks up at me with her big gray eyes. “Good, because I know I’m not going to regret anything we’ve done, and I’m going to want more.”

The hunger in her voice is unmistakable, and, god, I can’t wait until tomorrow. I bring my head down and give her a long kiss goodnight, never wanting it to end, but eventually, I have to pull away.

“Goodnight, Hannah,” I say, giving her one last kiss on the forehead.

“Goodnight, Aiden,” she says, running her tongue along my chest.

I smile at how fucking insatiable she is, already looking forward to trying to keep her satisfied. I always loved a challenge.

Watching her walk away is painful, but I give her a wave and a smile before she disappears from view and tell myself it’s only for the night. I walk back into my house, noticing for the first time how empty and depressing it feels.

I manage to make it through another shitty night of sleep and am making a cup of coffee to bring with me when I hear a soft knock. Looking up, I see Hannah on the other side of the French doors that lead out to the deck, grinning and wearing a tiny pair of jean shorts and a t-shirt that hugs her curves to perfection.

Smiling, I walk over to let her in. She immediately throws herself in my arms, and I laugh, picking her up so she can wrap her legs around my waist. Laying her hands on either side of my face, she brings her mouth to mine, kissing me like she hasn’t seen me for days. I cup her ass, holding her tightly against me, and kiss her back, meeting her hunger with my own.

When she finally pulls back, she’s breathless as she says, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” I say with a laugh.

I carry her to the kitchen and set her down on the counter while I hurry up pour my coffee in a travel mug and put the rest of my gear on. When I’m finished, I walk over to her and give her as long of a kiss as I can.

“I’m sorry. I have to leave or I’m gonna be late.”

“I know.” She gives me a smile and a gentle kiss. “I don’t regret anything, by the way.”

“I figured that was probably the case when you threw yourself at me,” I say with a laugh.

I quickly dig through a junk drawer that’s next to one of her swinging legs and hand her my spare key. “Stay as long as you want, just lock up behind you.”

She smiles and takes the key, pulling me in for one last kiss. “Be careful,” she whispers against my lips. Her gray eyes are locked on mine, and I wish I could just crawl into bed with her and tell work to go fuck itself.

Instead, I whisper back “Always,” and give her one more quick kiss before leaving.

Before I pull the door shut, I look back and see her still sitting on my counter, legs spread apart, feet gently swinging, and a very hungry look in her eyes. With a groan, I shut the door and head to work.