Dirty Seduction

JULIAN

I was done for. Insane. There was nothing but her body and mine. The passion in her mouth, and the want in her eyes, and her frantic grip on my shoulders.

I fell onto the sofa with Rosie’s tiny body underneath me, both of us with desperate hands. Her fingers weren’t nervous this time as they reached for my tie, her mouth still on mine as she tugged it free. I hitched up her skirt, and she was bucking, craving, needing. I didn’t hold her back as she pushed me away far enough to undo my shirt. I shrugged it off and she ran her fingers down my chest, fascinated as her eyes roved over me. I was fierce in return, tugging her top off and over her head.

There were her pretty little tits again, her nipples poking through the lace of her bra. She gasped as I gripped her, squeezing before flicking my thumb.

She must have been worried that my rational senses would return, because she whispered a delicate please, but she didn’t need to. I was far too consumed for that.

I shunted her up, so she was backed against the arm of the chesterfield, unclipping her bra to set her free and she didn’t hide from me, presenting her tits with a newly found confidence. She was as tangled up by the powers of lust as I was.

I lapped at her tits, sucked at her nipples, tickling my fingers up her thigh until they reached her panties. They were already sopping wet as I pulled them to the side, and she shifted her legs, moaning as I found her clit.

“Do it,” she whispered. “Fuck me. I want to be the girl in the photos!”

But I didn’t want her to be like any of the girls I’d fucked before. She was a perfect canvas of innocence, too pure to taint.

“Please!” she said, but I soothed her with a gentle shhh, still playing her clit, ever so gently.

“I’m not rushing this, sweetheart. Not for anything.”

She closed her eyes and wriggled as I stripped her bare. I moaned at the sight of her, possessed by a new kind of lust. There was more to this than pure filth. It was an insane mix of contradictory needs. There were a whole host of characters I wanted to be at once. The chivalrous knight, worshipping the princess. The protective guardian, wanting to defend her at all costs. The filthy deviant that wanted to sully the innocent virgin. They all merged into one. An incredible epiphany of something greater. A devotion to this little goddess that set off a white light behind my eyes.

My cock was so hard it was hurting, my whole body thumping with the base need for sex, but I didn’t let it take over. I stroked the hair from her face.

“You deserve every single pleasure I can give you.”

“And I want to give you everything right back.”

It was a beautiful statement, it made me smile.

“I am very honoured.”

She shook her head. “I’m the one who’s honoured. You’re the one who threatened a guy’s life to save me.”

“I’d take his life to save you.”

She stroked my face. “That’s crazy.”

I shrugged. “It’s the truth.”

Her gratitude shone in her eyes, which only made me more determined. I wasn’t going to plough my cock inside her and take her for the sake of base, primitive joy.

“Here,” I said. “Let me show you something.”

She was beautifully curious as I loosened my belt and pushed my trousers down. I freed my hard cock and she saw it in its full glory.

I’d been lucky enough for my genetics to bless me with a cock that suited my 6ft 4 frame. I saw the way she registered it, and the contrast with her tininess. She gave me a whoa, and then looked up at me like a lucky child.

“Can I touch it?”

I could have laughed at the sweet innocence.

“Yes, of course. Let me show you.”

I took hold of her fingers and wrapped them around the base of my cock, giving her an idea of the motions as I guided her hand up and down. She kept going when I let her free, trying her best to keep mimicking, until she saw the first slickness of precum spilling from the tip. She rubbed the base of her thumb against it, eyes entranced.

“This is different than I thought,” she said. “I mean, I’ve read books and I’ve watched videos, but it’s not like getting up close and personal.”

“You’re right, it isn’t. And that’s exactly why we should take it slow.”

“Does that feel good?” she asked as she played, gliding her thumb up and down.

“It feels considerably more than good, Rosie. You’re a star in the making.”

She looked so proud, and it seemed to give her extra confidence. She crossed her legs and shuffled so she could use both of her hands. One gripped the base and the other kept on playing with tiny little motions, coaxing. I could have shunted my hips and used her dainty fingers to milk me hard, but I didn’t. I let her explore. I let her guide the pace, as transfixed as she was.

“Can I taste it?”

I smirked. “Do you want to?”

She laughed. “Yes, please.”

“Then be my guest.”

She pushed her glasses up her nose and it made me smile when she licked her lips. She giggled as she opened her mouth wide like a porn star, trying her best to fit me deep into the back of her throat. I laughed when she retched and choked, and she laughed along with me.

“Too much, too soon!” she coughed.

“Take it steady.”

She was more tentative on her second attempt. She took the head into her mouth and sucked gently, her fingers still around the base of my cock. She closed her eyes as if she was savouring it, tongue flicking, and again, the base urges shot up from my balls. Part of me wanted to twist her hair in my hands and plough her mouth like she was a dirty little fuck doll. It was usually one of my favourite pastimes.

“That’s it,” I said, when she began to bob her head, just a little. “Like that. Just like that…”

Then the words came so naturally.

“Good girl.”

Good girl.

I’d used that phrase so many times it was like second nature, but my voice sounded strange. I meant it differently with her. Genuinely.

The praise wasn’t token and it wasn’t filth. It was genuine. Rosie was a good girl.

It spurred her on, moaning as she sucked. Her hands tried to help her, but they were new to it. It took a while for her to find her groove. She was concentrating so hard that her eyes were closed tight behind her glasses. I left her free to play, encouraging with small thrusts of my hips to accentuate a rhythm.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Good girl,” I said again, and she sped up.

My breaths shortened when she met my movements with hers. Her mouth worked my cock with a gentle hunger, and her sweet fingers had just enough grip to drive me wild. I could have shot my load at full force to the back of her throat, but I didn’t want to do that. I wanted her to see me come.

I eased her away from me, leaving a delicious string of spit from her mouth to the end of my cock, and when she looked up at me through her glasses, lips puffy, I was muted. I was staring into the eyes of a filthy angel.

In my experience, there is a Lilith in every sweet Eve. I’d seen it plenty. Girls with cute grins, who’d turn into kinky little bitches in the bedroom, but Rosie had a deeper depth to her callings. One little lap of her tongue as her eyes fixed on mine said everything.

Rosie wanted to be a naughty girl, and it was far more of a contrast to her regular nature.

There was no denying it anymore. Despite her inexperience and her pure innocence, and the sweetness in her smile, Rosie really did want to be the girl in the photos.

“Let me taste it,” she said. “I want to taste it when you come.”

“Watch first,” I told her, and my voice was lower this time. More authoritative.

She stared at my cock as I worked it, positioning herself on instinct so she would see me spurt above her like a seedy fountain. I spat on my fingers to lube myself up even more, and moved my hand fast. My balls were screaming, pounding, needing release.

“Watch me like a good girl,” I said, and she did watch, eyes staring at my swollen cock as I began to unload.

The first spurt shot high, landing hard on her face to streak her glasses, the next dribbled down the full length of me as I groaned and kept on pumping. The third was a fucking explosion, with waves in its aftermath, and I was too out of my head to keep a track of myself. I came and came and came.