A wise decision

“No,” I half-growl as I move slowly towards her, “I think you are correct, you do look like you need lots of bed-time.” With each step I take, Alison grows more nervous, until by the time I reach her side she is trembling. “Relax, Angel.” I lift her chin with my hand until her eyes meet my gaze. “Are you ready for this?”

“I'll do my best, sir.” Her voice is so low I might have missed her response if I hadn’t been listening for it. “I don’t know what to do.” Her eyes drop once again, and her face tightens in shame, “I don’t want to disappoint you.”

“Oh, don’t worry about me, Honey.” My hand slides along the silk exploring her young body, “I’ll get what I want, just come along for the ride and enjoy the experience.” The kiss that follows is much like the ones from the night before; Alison willingly submits to my demands but is hesitant to initiate anything on her own. In a way, it’s kind of sexy having her so timid, but by the time this night is over I want to see her break free from this shell she’s hiding in.

Only when my hands finally reach the hem of her nighty and curve around the bare cheeks of her ass does she gasp and pull away from my kiss. The outfit came with a matching pair of panties, but those are still in the bag in my room. “Do you like my present?”

“Yes, but well… ” she pauses for a second to take a deep breath “I feel like a wicked Jezebel.”

“You look like an angel. Well,” I amend with a hungry grin, “perhaps more like a fallen angel. One too beautiful to stay in heavens, so she is exiled to Earth to tease mortal men like me.” Her moan is a mixture of excitement and need as I pick her up and lay her on her bed looking up at me.

“Please, Mr. P.” A single tear is forming in the corner of her eye and I kiss it away before it can roll down her cheek. “Please, no matter what happens, no matter what I say, don’t stop until you’ve taken what you want from me.” I mull over Alison’s words as I strip off my clothes and stand in front of the beautiful teen. Alison's eyes shift back and forth between my penis and my face, and let her get used to the sight of my manhood.

“Stop worrying, this is going to be perfect, Angel.” I trace the edges of her breasts where the silk of the nightie meets her smooth flesh. Even as her back arches upward to press more of her breast into my palm she doesn’t let the topic drop.

“With Richard sometimes I panic.” She explains, “I either freeze up or fight to push him off me.” Her big eyes search mine for some sign that I understand, “I don’t want to be one of those girls who leads a boy on and then leaves him frustrated.” She pulls my mouth to hers and initiates a very satisfying kiss. “I want you to take your pleasure in me, even if you have to hold me down to do it.”

“I’m not going to **** you, Alison,” I try to reassure her, but she is insistent.

“It’s not like that, Mr. P!” Alison is clearly offended by my characterization of what she’s describing. “It’s just that sometimes I can’t finish what I start, and I need a man to – you know, make me.”

“I’m going to take my time and be sure you were good and ready,” I decide for now not to argue about semantics, “but you’ve got to let me know if I’m moving too fast.” Another kiss follows and more exploration under her lingerie. “Don't hold back, Angel, I want to hear you gasp and cry out in pleasure as my cock embeds itself into your tight little cunt, and more than anything I want to hear you cry out as the moment of climax.”

“Please Mr. P, I told you I can’t.” I brush aside her doubts.

“Don’t worry about it, Alison,” I whisper fiercely as I settle between her thighs, “either you'll climax when I’m inside you, or I’ll get you there after I’m spent, but you will cum, that’s a promise.” When Alison’s eyes widen in understanding, I grab a handful of hair and tilt her face so I can see the look in her eyes as I let her know just what I intend to do. “I’m going to fuck your tight young cunt so hard, you’re not going to be able to walk straight tomorrow.”

“Yes, Mr. P.” She moans weakly, “please, I need that so bad!”

She starts to wiggle and squirm beneath me and the feeling of my cock sandwiched between her soft flesh and mine is fantastic. I have to hold her firmly in place and reach down to push the head of my cock into her pussy. “Ohh!” Her gasp of pleasure and the heat that envelopes me confirms that she has been waiting for this all day, just like me. This is going to be so good! With a hard thrust I bury myself into her. Her involuntary cry of surprise and wonder is as erotic as the way her teenaged pussy clamps hard around my cock.

I am not gentle with this beautiful young woman, but the way I grip her hair and grab her firm tits only adds to Alison's excitement. I haven’t forgotten her fear of freezing up; when I reach between her belly and mine to finger her clit even as my cock pounds in and out she thrashes and moans like a pornstar. The baby doll nighty is pulled off her and I’m feeling pretty good about how things are going when all of a sudden Alison’s back arches and her legs clench tightly together squeezing my cock even harder than before.

“Oh Lord Jesus, no.” Her eyes roll back in her head and her fingers dig deep into my shoulders where I’m sure her nails are leaving deep gouges in my flesh, the combination of the pleasure and pain is pushing me rapidly towards my release, and it is not a second too soon. “Please, Mr. P …” she begs as her body gyrates under mine with even more vigor. “Please, oh please … you’re making me … you’re making me … ”