Take her where she stands

A responsible, mature adult would go slowly here, bearing in mind that Scarlett is only 18. Right now, I don’t care. It’s been too long since I got fucked, noticeably longer since I got fucked well, and here I have a busty blonde minx begging for it. The primal self takes over: she’s going to get it.

I back Scarlett into the wall; her mouth opens in surprise, and I kiss her hard. I devour her lips and stroke them with my tongue, pinning her to the wall with my hips and rubbing my steel-hard cock against her. Her eyes, which had gone wide, close in bliss as she starts kissing me back with equal hunger. Our tongues play and fence. Sure she isn’t moving, I bring my hands around between us to unbutton her top. It only takes a few buttons before I realize she has nothing on underneath. I pull my hips back for a moment and drop a hand to flip up her skirt—my hands find nothing but silky-smooth skin. “You naughty little minx,” I growl into her mouth as I finish unbuttoning her top as quickly as I can. “You need a good, hard fucking to teach you to behave.”

I open the last button and Scarlett shimmies her shoulders, letting the fabric slide off her arms to the floor. I seize her big tits—which have figured prominently in my dreams this last week—and squeeze them roughly, working her supple flesh between my fingers. I can feel her nipples growing, poking me in the palms, hard and insistent. I press in and rub against them; she mewls and whimpers something indistinct. I start planting kisses all over her face, sucking on her skin, then kiss her throat and the underside of her jaw.

“Fuck me—fuck me—” Scarlett pants. “I need a real man . . . Play with my boobs, Mr. Harrison. Play with my boobs, suck my nipples—treat me right. Show me how good it can be. Show me how a real man fucks.” I pinch her nipples and twirl them as I kiss my way down the line between her tits; she yowls and squirms. I claim one nipple with my mouth, sucking hard and swirling my tongue around it, freeing a hand to slide into her dripping snatch.

“Fuuuuuck,” Scarlett breathes. “So good . . . so good . . .” I surround her clit with three fingers, circling on it and squeezing lightly; she moans and bucks her hips against my hand. “Fuck me, Mr. Harrison . . . Fuck me like you used to fuck your wife . . .” My hands go still in shock and my jaw drops. “No,” she moans in protest. “No, please, don’t stop, don’t stop—I need you . . .”

“What would you know about that?” I ask roughly, before fastening my lips on her big melon and trying to suck as much of her succulent flesh into my mouth as I can. I pull and twist the other nipple and tweak her clit; she gasps.

“Lily—Lily told us,” Scarlett moans. “She said—oooooooh, yeah, Mr. Harrison, yeah, yeah, just like that, just like that, mmmmmmm, so good—she said—said—she always knew when you were having sex—your wife moaned so loud, she could hear her halfway across the house.” If I were rational at the moment, this would probably horrify me, but right now, it just turns me on. “She said—she didn’t get her sex ed from school—she got it from—oooooooh, fuuuuuuuck, do me more like that—fuck yeah—got it from listening to her mom scream.” Images of Rowan fuse for a moment with the reality of this nubile vixen in front of me; somehow, all it does is drive my lust even higher.

“She said—she wanted a man who would fuck her like that. We all decided—aaah, aaaahh, aaaaahhh—more—more—decided we wanted—ohhh, fuck! do that, more, just like that—we wanted the man who did fuck like that.” I reach a little further and thrust two fingers into her hotbox—Fuck, she’s tight—curling them back to find and rub her G-spot. Her voice rising rapidly, Scarlett gasps triumphantly, “And I got you!” I thumb her clit, close my jaws somewhat, and suck her nipple hard between them so my teeth scrape it; she shrieks in climax as her body detonates in my hand. She writhes and twists, bucking her hips and thrusting her chest forward, and her honeypot ripples and pulses around my fingers, squeezing hard.

I keep rubbing her G-spot and suckling her tit hard, but pull the other hand free to undo my belt. I shove my pants and boxers down around my ankles as hard as I can, get one foot free, then drop to my knees. Scarlett’s orgasm is passing, but I’m not ready to let her down quite yet. I lock my lips around her pearl, which is standing up proud, and suck like I’m trying to suck the coating off an M&M. She tastes wonderful, tart and floral and musky. She shrieks and pushes her hips into my face. When I start humming the bass riff to “Another One Bites the Dust,” she screams at the top of her lungs and comes completely apart, swept away by a thunderous orgasm.