Her gaze finds mine and I don’t know what to do. I want Shay more than I’ve wanted a chick since I ditched my virginity with the first girl to tell me yes. I need Shay under me. I already feel my cock inside her. All I have to do is avoid forcing the age issue. If she’s a kid though, the issue will come up later and I’m fucked.
My thumb caresses her lower lip. She’s beautiful in a way that makes me want more than I should. I’m not a man made for commitment. Yet if I take Shay to bed, I don’t plan on letting her go. I’ll keep chasing Shay until the feeling in my gut goes away.
Except getting twisted up over a kid won’t end well. No way will I end up a fool like Happy Jones. My club brother fell for a sixteen year old chick. She got knocked up and had the baby before jumping a ride with a trucker passing through Little Memphis. Happy ended up playing single dad while his baby mama was never heard from again.
“I’ll turn twenty one in January,” Shay says.
Nipping her full lower lip between my teeth, I lift Shay onto my hips. She tenses in arms and stares at me wide-eyed as I rest her on the bed.
“Enjoy,” I say, tugging off her shoes, ‘The,” I continue, unbuttoning her jeans. “Ride,” I finish, leaning down to brush my lips across her belly button.
Shay sighs as I kiss her waist before sliding her jeans over her hips. She lifts her head to see my lips on her thighs. Feeling her gaze on me, I smile. No matter how many guys she’s been with back in Podunk USA, Shay only knows me tonight.
She makes a strangled groan when my lips skim her wet pink panties. With so little effort, she’s nearly coming apart.
My lips find hers, tasting her excitement. My mouth sucks at her chin, down to her neck. Soon, my teeth tug aside her bra strap while my hands cup her tits. Shay’s nervous again, tensing under me. I guess she’s self-conscious about her body. Girls are always thinking stupid shit when the guy only wants to explore.
No man falls for a girl’s tits or ass. He lusts after those things, but they aren’t what make a man weak. Girls don’t get it though. Shay is the same way, worrying her tits are too small. My mind is focused on tasting and touching. I need her nipples hard between my teeth. A man wants a girl’s body to respond to his command, to bend to his will. He isn’t worried about cup size.
Shay goes soft once my tongue runs over his left nipple then her right. The bra is now somewhere on the floor while I tease the soft skin under her tit. Hips wiggling under me, Shay struggles to remain in control. I hear her thinking. What noises will she make? Does she look sexy? Where the hell should she put her hands? All her damn thinking is distracting me.
I take her hands resting awkwardly on my shoulders and pin them over her head. She instantly tenses so I kiss her hard, startling her.
My hand leads hers around the bedpost. One hand then the other. Finally, she has something to do with them.
“Keep them there,” I say in a harsher voice than I intend. Shay blinks rapidly then she glances at the door. “Do you see me?” I ask.
Shay returns her gaze to me and nods.
“Don’t look away. I’ll make you feel good and you’ll do the same for me, okay?”
Shay nods again and her desire to run fades. She’s back with me and her hands grip the bedpost as I roll her nipples between my thumbs and index fingers.
“Stop thinking,” I whisper and she grins.
Once she’s relaxed, I explore her body. My cock throbs in my jeans until I finally shove them onto the floor. I ignore my erection and focus on what makes Shay tighten her grip on the bedposts. She likes my tongue on her nipples more than my fingers. Running my teeth over my nipples nearly leaves my headboard in pieces.
I file away her reactions for later then move to her stomach and hips. Soon, the head of my cock slides up and down her wet pussy. When I tease her clit, Shay reaches for me.
“Please,” she whimpers.
I could tease her for begging, but she looks so fucking beautiful and vulnerable. Her big eyes watch me with fear and lust. She still hasn’t let go. No, teasing her would be a mistake.
As I guide my cock into her wet pussy, she exhales softly. Moving slowly, I enter her inch by inch, only pausing to tease her clit and make her squirm. She watches me and I need her to see me. Really see me. I’m no boy, using her body instead of my hand. I’m a man and my body claims hers.
Even wet, her pussy doesn’t welcome me. It fights my cock, tensing against my thickness. I think to thrust inside her and open her body to mine. Instead, I use my thumb to tease her clit.
Shay begins to shake her head as if fighting the pleasure. I know she’s close and I know now she’s never come with a guy before. She won’t let it happen. Won’t go along for the ride. Not yet. I have to force her over the edge.
When it happens, she slaps her hand across her mouth to muffle her cries. I lean forward and remove her hand. She whimpers against my lips, but I don’t let her hold back. I want to hear her cries. I need her to let go so I can too.