Three days passed and I still hadn’t heard from her, I’d debated half a dozen times just showing up at her place but I knew that would be a stalker move. I couldn’t help how crazy she was making me. Is this what I had done to girls in the past? I finally understood how they felt and regretted my actions even more. This felt absolutely horrible, I was going insane. Was she done with me? Did she just want sex? Was it over before it even started? Would she ever message me? Had it not been as amazing for her? God, I needed to get myself under control. I tried to distract myself from thoughts of her with work and when I wasn’t working by hitting the gym, working on my business plans and by binge-watching TV, but still it did no good. She hung in the back of my mind at all times with a giant question mark. By Tuesday, I was about to give up on her ever contacting me when my phone lit up with a text from an unknown number.
Hey it’s Leah, I was wondering if you’d want to get together. She had messaged me. I released an unknowing breath. I felt like an invisible weight had been lifted off my chest.
I’m free tonight. I quickly texted back and then felt like a loser for having messaged her back so quickly after I had waited for days to hear from her. I probably looked desperate to her. But my screen lit up again with a new message from her saying that would work and I banished all previous thoughts. I drove straight to her place, excitement speeding up my pulse.
Leah buzzed me up and opened the door, wearing a pair of tight and sexy, ass hugging black leggings and a simple white cotton t-shirt. She looked sexy as hell and mouth-watering with her shy blush; I knew she didn’t even know it. She was effortlessly sexy. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun much like the first time I saw her, showing off her pretty face.
“Hey.” She smiled a little nervously and let me in.
“Hey,” I said back, stepping in and locking the door behind me, just as she had done the other night.
“I’ve been thinking about you,” she told me, biting her plump bottom lip nervously; an action that only turned me on even more. My cock jumped to life in my pants at the sight of her and the sound of those little words. “I can’t stop,” she admitted, flushing even more.
“Me too,” I told her genuinely. She closed the distance between us and put her small hands on my chest, holding me as she went on her toes to reach my lips. I bent the rest of the distance to meet her halfway and claimed her lips with mine. Sparks flew with the electricity of our kiss. God, she was amazing. Everything about her: her kiss, her touch, the feel and smell of her. I was completely gone for her. She pulled away as the kiss ended.
“I never do things like this,” she told me, her voice small. I believed her and it comforted me. That explained why she had been so evasive, she didn’t know what she was doing and thought that all I wanted was sex. She would have been right in the past, but not now. “I really never do things like this,” she repeated through a moan, as I kissed her sweet smelling neck. “I’m really a good girl,” she told me, sending me over the edge with need.
This good girl was anything but good, she was a naughty sex vixen and there was no way around it. To hear that she was only like this with me, that was the biggest turn-on of my life. I picked her up easily, she weighed as much as a feather and I carried her to her bed, where I could easily devour her. I gently laid her down and kissed her full pink lips, before I reached for the hem of her leggings, as she reached for the hem of her shirt. She sat there on her bed in nothing but a lacy black bra and matching thong set, breathing heavily as she looked up at me through hooded eyes.
God, I was in trouble, just looking at her, I knew I’d break all of my rules if she asked me to. I peeled my shirt off slowly and then unbuttoned my pants, letting them fall to the floor before I slowly pulled off my boxers. I watched her expression the entire time, my cock sprang free once my boxers were off and Leah’s mouth parted slightly in awe, which only made my boner even harder. Even more blood rushed to my cock. Leah unconsciously widened her legs as my cock grew in size and that was the end of my patience. I needed her and I needed her tight little pussy now. I sank onto the bed in front of her and pulled the tiny string of a thong off her. I bent my head to kiss the glistening parted lips of her pussy. I had wanted to take my time worshipping her glorious, wet, hot pussy but her moans were too much and my selfish pecker won out.
In one simple movement, I unclasped her bra so that her ample tits could spring free. I loved those gorgeous tits, her
