“You’re such a goddamned brat,” I chuff out a laugh, then climb onto the bed, reclining against the pillows. Wrapping my fingers around my dick, I stroke it lazily, fully enjoying watchingher pupils blow wide and her breathing hitch, fluttering that white lace that rests against the top slope of her breasts. “Like what you see?”
“Always,” she whispers, nodding.
“You had something you wanted to show me…?” I prompt quietly, drawing each word out as I stroke myself from root to tip and back. That rapt green gaze follows the movement, her body’s reaction to me heating my own blood to a fucking boil. Goddamn I need her.
Biting her lower lip again, she nods, then reaches behind her, fingers fumbling at her back for a moment before she releases some kind of hidden clasp, and the full skirt—that I could have sworn was attached—falls to floor in a pool at her feet.
“Jesus fuck,” I groan, raising my other hand to my face and scrubbing my palm down over my mouth and chin. Then, I bite my knuckles as I let my gaze sweep over her again, cataloguing every goddamn inch. “You had that on under that dress all fucking night?”
She grins, that damn impish one that shows the dimple at the corner of her mouth, and nods before stepping out of the pool of discarded fabric at her feet.
Thigh high white stockings that bisect the middle of her thighs, little pink bows in the center of the top edge where it meets her skin. Six, maybe eight inches of bare, creamy thighs… and then the shortest fucking skirt I’ve ever seen. It barely covers her pussy, and I fucking know that if she turned around, that ass that I’ve had dreams about would barely be covered, too.
She’s the sexiest fucking Princess Peach I’ve ever laid eyes on. She grins, stepping forward again. “It was either this, or Sailor Moon.”
“You’re too young to even know what that is,” I laugh, still taking my time to trail my eyes over her. I shift down on the bed. “Christ, please tell me you don’t have on any panties. I want youto ride me, Louise. Leave the stockings on. But get your ass up here. I need to be inside you, baby.”
“I have older sisters,” she laughs, but climbs onto the bed, crawling on hands and knees up my body. Her impossibly long blond hair is loose and wavy around her shoulders, and I reach up to gather the long tresses in my hands before using it to pull her mouth down to mine.
When her knees are in place on either side of my hips, I reach between us and slide my fingers through the slickness already waiting for me at the apex of her thighs. She moans against my mouth when I slip two fingers inside, but I’m too needy, tonight.
“Nuh-uh,” I tell her when she tries to line my cock up against her slit. She tilts her head, nipping at my lip in protest. “I want you up here.”
“Huh?” she asks, lifting her head so she can stare at me. “You said you want me to ride…”
I grin when her eyebrows fly up in surprise when she catches on.
“Mustache ride?” she whispers breathlessly, and I nod.
“Get up here, baby,” I grunt, and then she’s moving. “Hold onto the headboard. Sit on my face.”
I continue to stroke my cock, slowly, so fucking slowly as she climbs her way up my body. Once her knees are on either side of my head, I curl both biceps around her thighs, hauling her closer. She squeaks in surprise, her hands falling to the headboard to keep her balance above me.
“Sit,” I growl. She’s hovering too far above me, and I’m desperate for a taste. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
“Zach—"
“Please, baby.”
“Fuck, I love how you ask so nicely,” she teases. I give her ass a swat, and then I’m urging her closer, and I get my mouth on her.
Jesus. Christ.
I once again curl both arms around her thighs, because I think I want to die right here, doing this. If I never breathe again, I will go out a happy man.
“Ohmygod,” she moans, her body writhing against me.
I swirl my tongue inside and then drag the flat of it up to circle her clit. The noises she’s making above me… Goddamn I love this. My cock is aching, painfully hard and leaking at the tip with every jolt of pleasure through my entire being. I suckle and lick and flick and bite and when she starts to rock against my mouth, her orgasm rising, I groan against her flesh in approval.
Such a good girl.
“Zach, Zach, oh god,” she cries, her voice catching, and then she comes like a goddamn queen. I hold her to me, tongue fucking her through it until the tremors slow and her ragged, frantic breathing quiets. Only then do I loosen my hold and allow her to lift herself off of me.
I get one more lick along the soaking seam of her pussy, a feral growl erupting from my chest, before she’s shifting down my body, and then her mouth is on mine.
She moans, and I know she’s tasting herself on my tongue, my lips. My hands dive into her long hair, pushing it away from her face as I devour her a second time. “Such a good fucking girl, Louise,” I praise, and this girl practically preens in my hands. “Fuck me, you taste so good on my tongue, baby.”
“I’ve had dreams about that mustache,” she whispers breathlessly, smiling weakly.
