"You are such a perfect baby girl," he sighs once more.
The need to please him becomes really strong, making me engulf his cock with my mouth, taking him as far as I can down my throat, making Matt groan even louder. His hand tightens in my hair, spurring me on, I continue to slide him in and out of my mouth. Drool begins to slide down my chin the faster I go, before he can go too far, he steps back, his cock falling out, along with a string of saliva.
"What did I do wrong?" I ask him, my voice going up at the end, feeling a little neurotic at the thought that he wasn't enjoying it. I mean he was making so many noises, he had to have liked it.
Matt must've read the anxiety building up within me because he replies quickly, "Nothing was wrong, baby. I just don't want the first time I come inside you to be down your throat."
My shoulders slump in relief, but his words give me a little bit of confidence too. "Where do you want to come?"
"With your fucking pussy wrapped around my cock." he replies right away.
Those words make me feel like a queen, bold and strong. I stand up from the chair, then I say, "You have to catch me first." Before taking off, running as fast as I can toward the stairs.
My pulse kicks up when I hear his footsteps behind me, taking the stairs two at a time, I hear him taunt, "You can run, baby girl, but I will always catch you."
I let out a chuckle. But the jokes on me, right before I'm about to cross the threshold of my bedroom, large hands wrap around me, throwing me up over his shoulder. "Got you, baby girl. Now I get to do unspeakable things to you," he vows. And I find myself praying that he does exactly that.
Chapter eight
Matt
I can't help but be hypnotized by the beauty that is currently bouncing on the bed, after I throw her down on it. Her perfect handful of breasts are peeking out from underneath her sweater crop top, begging me to take them into my mouth.
When she asked me to chase her, I was surprised at first, taking me a moment before I realized what she was saying. As soon as she took off, I pulled my pants back up, leaving my boxers bunched at my knees. I couldn't run as fast because of it, but I didn't care.
Elsie has long legs that are toned and go on forever, but even at her five foot ten inch frame they are no match for my six foot seven inch self, giving me the advantage.
Besides, it helped that she wanted to be caught, further proving that she's perfect for me. Looking down at her, every feeling I've suppressed about her, seems to surface. Hermelodious laugh rings through the air, but I'm still frozen within the moment.
"What are you waiting for, old man?" Elsie asks me with a light tone.
I smile at her. "Just trying to figure out how I'm going to take you, baby girl."
She spreads her legs wide, then challenges me, "Don't you need to take my clothes off first?"
"Oh, baby girl.Idon't need to. You're going to put on a show for me."
Her eyebrow quirks up, "Oh, am I?"
"Yes, brat, you are. Now get up on your knees and strip for me." I command, while bracing myself for her sassy comeback. But I am surprised when she does exactly like I ask.
She starts with her tiny, cropped sweater, exposing me to more of her bronzed skin, but when she exposes her berry-colored nipples, I swear I almost lose it right then and there. My hand twitches, ready to touch, grab, worship, but I've conquered my reckless behavior for a reason.
Elsie pauses for a moment, topless, as if she's waiting to see how I'm about to react. Using every ounce of patience I have, I don't reach for her. No, I just nod for her to continue her strip tease. She doesn't disappoint either.
She tucks her fingers into the waistband of her leggings, slowly pushing them down her legs. Painstakingly slow.
My mouth waters with every inch that she exposes. Darting my tongue out, I lick my lips, ready to taste every inch of her. When she finally gets to the bottom, she kicks them off, then sits back on the pillows exposing every part of her.
That's when I notice it. "Where are your underwear, baby girl?"
She shrugs her shoulders. "Went commando."
"Did you do that for me, baby girl, or someone else?"
“Do you see anyone else here? I mean we can invite someone if you're into that,” she sasses me.
Reaching forward I grab her chin, forcing her to look me in the eye, I grit out “Try again, baby girl. Because there will never be someone else between us again.”
