Not rough, but I get what I want

“Don't fuss now. Pat tells me you have guys banging you like this all the time.”

“Mmmm ... mm ... mgghh!” Her angry words are almost completely muffled by my hand, but it is clear that she is not happy. Alison did warn me that I would have to take what I wanted, and it's clear now she meant what she said. On the other hand, under her sexy nightgown is an even skimpier scrap of silk that I don't even bother to try to pull off. It is a simple matter to push the small triangle of silk to the side and position my cock between her slick labia. The only reason my tenant would be wearing something like this is because she knew she'd be having company.

“I know what you college girls are like.” I whisper as I rock forward experimentally. “you wear your sexy little tank tops and short skirts and walk around town like you own the place.” I wonder how many times I've had thoughts like that when I drove around town and saw all those coeds showing off their hot young bodies.

“Mnno!” Another round of squirming follows, and Alison is able to dislodge my member, but I don't mind because now I am able to run its length up and down the top of her tight slit right where I know her little clit must be hiding. The effect is much like what I am hoping for and although she is still moaning into my palm the tone changes in its nature.

“Are you done fighting me, Miss Miller?” I breath softly into her ear. “Not that it really matters.” Once again, I reach down between our bodies and get my cock right where I want it. “I'm going to shove my prick right back into your tight teenaged twat and I'm going to show you how a real man fucks a hot little slut like you. And there's nothing you can do to stop me.”

This time I can feel her body soften, and when I push in, her thighs spread slightly in a feminine invitation that is as old as time. I relax the grip across her face and Alison gasps for breath as she continues to plead for mercy.

“Please, Mister, don't do this! I'm not a slut ... I swear. I'm a good girl and I'll get Mr. P. his rent - aughh, oh God!” I interrupt her begging with a hard push that claims two or three inches of her pussy.

“Don't you worry about Pat, Honey. He's going to do just fine renting out your hot young body every week.” Another hard trust makes her body arch upwards, pressing her plump tits against my chest delightfully. “There are a lot of us who are more than happy to pay for a chance to bang a sweet little blondie like you.”

“What?!” By now I am deep inside her and start pumping in and out of her as she jerks under me. I can feel her body start to tense and I pick up my pace not giving her a chance to freeze up before she cums.

“That's right, girl.” I growl urgently, “Your lovely young body is going to get all kinds of loving. You're going to be very popular.” Alison's muscles are still getting tighter but at the same time I can feel her getting closer and closer to an orgasm and that's what I'm striving for. “This hot teenaged body is made for sex, Honey. You are one Hell of a good fuck ... Oh yeah, just like that!”