“I am notpulling a Kim Kardashian, Drake. So hand it over.”
I snap a pic of her lips pressed in a hard line and her hand extended. “Ally, these are only for me. For my pleasure. I’d kill someone before I share these photos. I just want to be able to look at you…always. If I can’t keep you, at least let me have this.”
Her gaze falls to her knotted fingers resting against my stomach, and she sucks in her bottom lip. “Ok.” Her eyes find mine, and she gives me a solemn smile. “Ok, you can have this.”
I capture images of her looking at me through those sad, peculiar eyes. A wisp of red unravels from her bun, and I take the opportunity to snap a photo of her tucking it behind her ear, her gaze far away and thoughtful.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask, studying her through the lens.
“How I can’t remember ever having this much fun. And being this happy. And how I’m terrified of what the future holds.”
Tears collect along the rims of her eyes, and I stroke her cheek, forcing her to look at me. “Don’t think about that right now. Let’s just keep having fun and being free. Let’s be happy together for now and not think about tomorrow.”
I kiss her hungrily, snapping an erotic selfie of the moment. In another place, at another time, it’d be my Homescreen. And Ally…Ally would be the first number on my Favorites contact list. And when she would call me to tell me about her day, or relay a funny story, or just to say that she’ll be coming home to me soon, her infectious, smiling face would light up the screen, those cyan eyes sparkling like the brightest, boldest stars in the sky.
She pulls away just enough to bring her body into the frame, a mischievous smile on her lips. The naughty little minx is back, and I have every intention of capturing her and never letting her go.
“Take your shirt off,” I command, my eyes fixed on the screen displaying her blush.
“What?”
“Your shirt. Lose it. I need a little something for my spank bank too.”
She tugs at the hem of the sweatshirt, revealing just a peek of skin. “I swear to God, Justice, if you show anybody-”
“Trust me, Ally. You trust me. Remember?”
“Yeah,” she nods. “I do.” And with that, the sweatshirt slides over her torso and is on the floor, her beautiful breasts just inches from my hungry mouth.
Ally covers her chest with her hands and looks away. “I look ridiculous, don’t I? You’re used to Big Boobs McGee shaking her Double Ds in your face. And here I am…the rack of a twelve year old. I’m practically a husky boy with moobs.”
The camera whirs again, before I lower it, so Ally can see the seriousness etched on my face. “Please don’t ruin this for me by comparing yourself to a boy. Or any adolescent for that matter. What did I teach you, Ally? Sex appeal isn’t about having big tits or a round ass. It’s not about your dress size or even how skimpy your clothing is. It starts inside here.” I graze her temple gently, and Ally shivers under my touch. Then I trail my fingers to her chest, prying her fingers from her breasts. “And here,” I say, splaying my hand over her heart. “Here, Ally. If you feel sexy, you’ll be sexy. If you believe it, so will I.”
When her hands are balled at her sides, I resume my intensive study of her body. I zoom in on the cluster of freckles on her nose, and the tiny mole on her left breast. The heart shape of her lips, the bottom one just a fraction bigger than the top, giving her a permanent pout. The way her waist appears so small and narrow, yet solid enough that I’m not afraid of breaking her when I’m inside of her to the root.
Ally is art. She may appear simple and understated to the untrained eye, but to me, she’s a rare, exotic piece that should be cherished and appreciated.
“Lift your chin,” I instruct, recording the image of her slender neck.
“I better not see Mary Kate and Ashley on the internet, buddy.”
“Mary Kate and Ashley?”
“Yeah. My girls,” she says gesturing between her breasts. “Small, maybe a little sad, but cute.”
I lean over and cover her left one with my mouth. “Who is this?”
“Ooooh. That’s Mary Kate. She’s the smaller, perky one.”
I move my tongue to the right one, flicking the nipple before sucking it entirely into my mouth. “So this one must be Ashley.”
“Yeah,” she answers with a gasp. “Which one do you like best?”
I toss my phone aside, and it tumbles from the couch with a clatter. I don’t even care. Not when both of her breasts are in my hands, pressed together so both nipples stand erect to me. “I don’t know. I need to taste them both.”
Ally’s eyes flutter closed as I thoroughly suck and bite the pebbled skin, careful to shower each one with equal attention. She moans my name and rocks her hips, running her cotton-sheathed sex over my bulging erection. I can almost feel the small wet spot saturating her borrowed boxers, through my pajama pants.
“I need to be inside of you,” I say against her heated skin. “Right now, baby. I need to fill you right now.”
I lift her off my lap so she can kick off the boxer shorts, and I quickly do the same with my flannel pants. Then she’s straddling my lap, the tip of my dick at her entrance. We both suck in a breath at the sight of it –our bodies joined together, pulses racing inside our most intimate parts. Hearts beating together in perfect harmony. I grip her under her ass and thighs to guide her descent.
“Slow, baby. Look at me while I fill you one inch at a time.”
Ally’s glazed eyes touch mine, lust shining bright and wild within them. I ease her down just a bit, just enough so that my head is nestled inside her, and watch the emotions play out on her face. Surprise. Pain. Complete and utter ecstasy.
“More?” I ask.
Ally nods, struggling to keep her eyes open and trained on me. “Yes. More.”
One more hard, glorious inch. Her walls contract and expand, but she’s still tight and a little swollen from last night. Even dripping wet, I feel her walls squeezing me like a vice grip.
“God, baby,” I grit out, restraining myself from just driving into her. “More?”
“Yes, yes. Justice, please,” she whines.
She cries out when I give her what she craves. She begs for even more, and I can’t resist complying with her wishes.
“Oh, this is too much. Too…too…much. I can’t hold on,” she sobs.
“Just a little more, baby. Stay with me.”
I ease her down onto the last few inches, thrusting up to meet the jolting movement, and I feel Ally break apart all over my lap. Her insides suck and pull at me, and I bounce her up and down in a fast, unrelenting rhythm. Her walls keep quaking, and she rides out the never-ending orgasm, crying my name, her face buried in the crook of my neck.
“Shit,” I grit out, when my own climax clutches my spine. With her pussy still contracting, my release draws tight at my groin. I lift Ally off before it’s too late, and set her on shaky legs.
“Taste yourself, baby,” I pant hoarsely, holding the base of my dick. “Taste how sweet you are. Suck yourself right off me.”
Her eyes grow wide with shock and delight as she takes in the sight of me stroking my glistening wet cock. Reluctantly, she licks her lips and slides down onto her knees between my legs.
“Don’t be afraid, baby. Trust me; you’ll love it.”
Ally’s gaze flicks to mine, desire burning hot and bright. She wraps her hand around mine before slowly bringing her lips to the slick tip, and I groan loudly when I feel her pink tongue snake out and lick circles around my head.
“You like it?” I ask her, my voice thick with overwhelming need.
“Yes,” she answers breathlessly.
“Then lick it all, baby. Don’t waste a drop.”
I pulse violently as she slides my hardness between her lips and onto her tongue, until it touches the back of her throat. She takes me slowly at first, getting accustomed to the foreign feeling. Then she’s sucking me hungrily, vibrating my dick with her moans while still squeezing me at the root. I buck my hips upward, eager to meet release.