Chapter 7

CHAPTER

SEVEN

RUST

I lean down and kiss her again, knowing I'll never be able to justify any of this. The offer to wrestle with her, the kiss, and now this, but I wasn't lying. I can feel her soaked slit through her clothes. I'm sure I can scent her, too, her tangy body screaming out for me. Her pussy needs my cock, her tight lips, just her .

"Oh, fuck," I snarl, feeling so alive , high on this sudden flood of passion. "You make me feel so damn good, Mary. You make me alive."

"Yeah?" she moans, dragging her fingernails through my hair. "Good, good."

"I need to feel your naked, wet pussy," I groan, imagining Brad walking through the door now, staring down at us in disgust.

Then she bites her lips and nods. I can see the nerves in her eyes, the slight panic. She's so young. She's probably only done things like this a few times.

Leaning down, I kiss her again and ask, "Do you want me to tell you what to do?"

She laughs gently. "How did you know that?"

"Because you look nervous."

"Maybe I am." She kisses me, so damn hot, so cute. "And yeah, maybe I do ."

"Then lie back and relax. I need to see you. I'm so fucking hard for you."

I move down her body, grab the hem of her pajamas and her underwear in big bundles, my hands shaking, my dick almost hurting with how much I need a release. As I reveal inch after inch of her pussy, I know I can't stop now. She's wet all over her lust-filled lips, her pink hole winking at me.

Pulling her pants completely off, I kiss up her thigh, surrounded by her scent now.

"You're perfect," I tell her.

She sits up on her elbows and looks down at me with raised eyebrows as though completely surprised. "Really?"

I answer by bringing my finger to her entrance, slowly circling it, spreading her wetness as I stroke my tongue from her core and up to her clit, along her folds, then focus on her clit. She gasps and falls back like she can't believe the pleasure, the heat between us. She's so, so wet.

She moans even sweeter when I lick her bud faster. I'm the worst best friend who ever lived, a scumbag, just like every other wealthy celebrity. I slide my finger into her, groaning when I feel her grip me tightly.

I lick her faster, with more pressure, feeling like I'm under some spell. Or maybe that's an excuse, but I don't care. All my life, I only "cared" about a few things: my career, Brad, and being a good person in the way I know how. Now, I care about nothing else—just her, just Mary. Just her tight, tangy pussy, the juices that taste so damn good.

I slip my finger in deeper, sucking her clit into my mouth and playing with it with my tongue. She's whimpering almost desperately, just like my fantasies, like she wants me to stop and keep going at the same time. Outside, lightning cracks. She shivers, but not because of that.

Pushing my finger in, I feel just how tight her inexperienced body is. My base is pumping with wave after wave of lust. I want her to come so damn badly. Yet, at the same time, I know where it'll lead. I won't be able to feel her tunnel completely drenched without caving into the desire to claim her fully. Grind my dick into her. Fuck her hard.

"Oh my…" she trails off. "It's so…"

"That's it," I growl, then immediately start licking and kissing her clit again. "Come for me. Come hard, Mary."

"Yes, yes," she moans, grinding her hips against me.

In the final moments before her orgasm, she chases it, shifting her hips, seeking out the pleasure. I finger her faster, harder, pushing all the way in as a preview of what my cock will feel like. It's just a small taste, though. I hope she can take me, her tight hole squeezing. Her pussy feels perfect. She screams, then bites down, like she's stopping herself, as if she thinks Brad is here and might overhear us.

Once she's quivered for the last time, I glide my hands up her body, under her hoodie, find her naked, braless tits, and massage them slowly. I take my damn time because, apparently, that's who I am now, just a cold, treacherous bastard. She's too addictive. I play with her nipples, and she moans.

"Are they sensitive?" I ask, my stiff pole aching with all the release needing to erupt over her curvy, perfect, thick body.

"I guess so," she smiles shakily.

"Does it feel good?"

"Hmm-hmm," she nods in the sexiest way. I don't think she realizes how attractive she is, every gesture and every look. I'm entirely lost. I can't think. I'm as lost as I was before I found fighting.

"Wait…" I keep rubbing her nipples. "You guess you're sensitive here? You didn't know?"

She shakes her head, eyes wide, almost afraid of telling me something. "What now?" she whispers like she's daring me.

Now I should tell her we must take back everything we've done. We can't ever mention this again. Now, as the older man, I tell her she needs time to mature, develop, and choose the man she wants. But my instincts are like a shot of adrenaline straight into my dick. My mind. My everything.

She bites her lip, her nipples getting a little harder as I gently stroke them.

"Now we get naked," I say, with passion in my voice and conflict, and all the things I never used to dream I'd feel.

She moans when I grab my shirt and pull it over my head, then I quickly stand, keeping my eyes on her the whole time, pulling down my pants. She wriggles out of her hoodie.

Oh, fuck . I can't be a good man. I tried for so many years. Her tits jiggle and shake for me as they spill free, a ripple moving through them that makes her look so damn full. I collapse like I'm at an altar and lean forward, massaging one thick tit as I suck her other nipple. She moans louder, trailing her fingers across my back, digging her nails in, almost like she wants to punish me for what we're doing.

Her tits feel so big . There's so much of her to caress, to obsess over. All thoughts of anything else are gone. Nothing else exists, nothing at all. I slide up her body, holding myself up and bringing my dick to her entrance, stroking up and down her folds, teasing her clit, getting her slit ready for me.

"Wait," she says. "Rust, wait."

"What if I can't? What then, Mary?" I tease her pussy some more. She can't hide her reaction, shifting, moaning. "You want it as badly as me."

"Wait," she says again, with a desperate look in her eyes. "Rust, I'm a virgin."

"A virgin. Goddamn, Mary." My head swims as I stare at her, the thunder cracking outside, the rain battering the window. I should stop. She's too young, too inexperienced, but instead, I tell her, "So am I."

She gasps, then shakes her head. "You're lying."

I keep caressing her slit, circling her entrance over and over, smearing my precome over her release and her tangy wetness to get her even more slippery. "I swear, it's true," I snap. "I don't chase women. I never have. I've never wanted to until now. Until you. Until you , Mary."

She moans as I glide my cock an inch into her perfect hole.

"Rust," she whispers. "You're so big."

"You're so tight," I groan.

She clasps my face in her hands, a flush of pleasure moving across her cheeks, down her creamy chest, and over her tits. "This is your f-first time, too?" she shivers as I glide deeper, taking her, claiming her. I own her body. I'll kill any bastard who tries to touch her—a virgin. I'm the only one.

"Yes," I tell her. I never even thought about sex, didn't give a damn. I connected it with all the filth I had to listen to as a kid through the thin walls. No, I won't think about that now. Dammit, I look down at my woman's body. "You're shaking for me."

"It feels so… new."

"Your pussy grabs my cock so tight when you shake like that."

"Yeah?" She does it again, on purpose this time, with a grin of pure power. Then her expression melts into pleasure as I glide deeper, her walls closing in on me so tight, so close, like her body wants as little space between us as possible.

She closes her legs around my dick when I push all the way in, her thighs propped up, meaty and impossible to resist. I grab her leg, not meaning to hold it hard. She moans when I do, but when I release it, she moans differently.

"You want me to grab you like this?" I growl, squeezing again, using her leg to glide out, then push back into her slit.

She gives me an excited, wild look. Then I get it. I don't have to ask why.

"You want to feel like you're being punished, is that it?" I squeeze her leg harder.

Her pussy pulses around my dick in response to my words, teasing me like crazy, making me grip her harder and then push into her fast . She gasps, and her big tits bounce for me.

"I've pleasured myself thinking about you like this," I groan. "On your back. Your tits bouncing for me."

"Really?" she gasps. "Rust?"

"So many fucking times. Grab those tits. Play with your nipples, baby."

Her pussy pulses again, and I know she likes that. I squeeze onto her leg so hard that her creamy flesh starts to turn red. It's not enough to hurt her seriously—I'd never do that—but it's enough to let her know who's in charge and take the guilt away from her.

"It's my fault," I tell her, fucking her faster, her slick pussy making wet noises of pleasure as I slide out and then pound into her again. "I'm older. More experienced. I should stop this. I'm taking advantage of your wet, hot, virgin pussy."

"Oh, fuck ."

I almost blow my load when I feel her pussy downright quivering around my dick. She's got this half-guilty, half-euphoric look on her face. She's feeling so damn good, maybe the best she's ever felt in her life. Ditto. Right here, all that matters is her pleasure. She looks so hot when she's so overcome with euphoria that she can't even play with her thick tits anymore, her hands scraping at herself.

"Ruh-rust?" she gasps, like she wants more.

"Is this how you want it, baby?" I growl, grabbing her hips and then slipping out. I turn her over quickly. She lies on her front like she thinks I'm going to take her like that. "Get on your knees and stick your ass out."

She looks over her shoulder as she does it. Oh, damn, that creamy ass is phenomenal.

"You know this is wrong, don't you?" I snarl, feeling drunk on her every reaction. Her cheeks flush, and she nods. "You know you deserve this."

I bring my hand down on the round, creamy globes of her ass. Outside, lightning strikes. I spank her again, getting rewarded with more trembling and more moaning every single time.

Then I bring my dick to her pussy and glide into her from behind, sinking my hands into her hips, pulling her against me, and watching as her reddened ass bounces against my abs. She moans so sweetly, rocking with me, her pussy just a little more relaxed but still tight enough to caress the seed from my rod.

She starts coming again, squeezing big handfuls of the blanket.

"Should I pull out?" I gasp, but I can't think. It's all happening so fast. Her ass is so, so, so hypnotic. I've never seen a sight sexier than my dick gliding into her, her white creamy juices coating my thickness, her ass bouncing and red from her punishment.

"Yuh-yes," she moans.

"Fuck," I growl at the same time, and it's too late. A powerful stream of come erupts from me. I glide out of her pussy, rubbing my dick as the rest of the come explodes over her red ass and back. She's still shaking from the orgasm as it slips down over the redness toward her pussy.

She turns with a guilty smile on her face. Then the smile fades. Panic flutters in her face. Damn, she looks so young here, so lost. With the orgasm fading, the famed post-nut syndrome I've always heard about, I can clinically and coldly look at what I've just done.

I seduced her, used her, and betrayed my friend.

"I need to…" She stands abruptly, covering herself.

"Mary—"

She runs from the room.