His Pumpkin (Book 1)

“The Point of sedUction is to ManiPulate her sKin like it Is only you whom she waNts for a touch.” *** Mature content *** Aiden POV It feels hot as I draw the smoke into my lungs, and blew out some of this sickly smelly puff. Cloudy circle form, small at first then become bigger as it travels to the air and vanishes afterward. The spark of fire in the white stick turn to ashes as I squeeze it in the transparent glass ashtray, leave the cigarette orange tip standing before I walk towards the bed. Smoking is not my habit, I get only one stick every time I need to plan something important just like now while standing at the foot of the bed. My eyes travel to the long legs tucking a square pillow in between, the chubby curvy hips that carry some baby fats yet delicious to see. Her smooth skin that not white, not also black, but light brown color to be exact. The side of her rounded medium size boob is pair with cute light pink tit. Sleeping in a side-view position, her raven black bob-cut hair is too short to cover her parted plummy lips that blowing soft sound, arched pointed nose, wavy lashes in her closed eyes that holds a brown core under its lids. In her nakedness that laying in the bed, my length gradually reacts just by scanning her. The breeze of the electric units that make the room cold doesn’t stop the heat gliding in my skin when my eyes spotted the red stain in the white bed-sheets near her baggy butt. Her innocence, her pureness that I take one hour ago... “Relax, Pumpkin.” My word doesn’t seem to comfort her for the two legs that tacking me in between are voluntarily vibrating. Her chest ripple, coral color lips bleaching to fade, eyes with as honest and open as little girl sleeve with worries and the unwrinkled forehead before is now wrinkling. “Take a deep breath,” I tell her. “Wolf…” Even her voice is trembling as she called me in my code name that only me and she knows. Clutching the back of her thigh, the head of my shaft is lock in the flower buds on her opening, position to allow later not just the tip but the whole length. “Go on,” I speak and travel my thumb on her meaty lips. Following me, her chest rises as she catches some air to fill her cage and slowly spill it out in her mouth. My lips curled on the side of my cheeks watching how she obeys me. The hole in her neck shallow as she gulps with full of tense. “Good, now do it again.” Eyes fixed on her, the rounded breast of her swab in my chest as she let her cage store air once again, hold it in her lungs and in that state, I immensely thrust my starving angry d**k in her hot little hole. Shove the full stem, leave only my nuts outside. Rough mass of air blow in my face, the almond-shaped eyes of her turn to round, wide to the riches with her skin soil with ruby. Her teeth munch her colorless lower lip, crease the bed-sheet on her grips, brows crumple as tiny sweats seed in her forehead. “Wolf…” She whispers. The shadow of pain is in her globes as she places the sole of her feet at the back of my lower limbs, barricade me when she feels my intention to move my frame on top of her porcelain structure. She is too fragile, too pure that build for my folded pointer finger to rub her apple color flesh. “It’s okay pumpkin, you handle me so well.” My face falls to her, lips press to her tasty layer, sip the buds before slipping my tongue inside and consume her mouth. Her moan flees in the space between our battling tongue, lead me to grip her thighs, pull it to remove from stopping my legs as I gently start to rock. Her hands dive to my back, dig her nails, try to reduce the pain she still bears. Glittering water suits our skin, eyes shut while my body keeps the same mild pace. The count of electric volts begins to double, tingle my fiber, inflamed my system feeling the tightness of her core. I do f**k, yet there is something about her softness, her scent, her warm that intoxicate me and make her different from the others. The moan that escaping now in her mouth as she starts to enjoy the rhythm of my dance. Her innocence that sending me to heaven right at this moment. No! The devil inside me shouts, defeat the yell of my body that she is special, that she is unique, that she is someone in me. It can’t be! The fighting thought leads me to harden my thrust, change the rate of my dig, fill the space of her deepness as I cupped her cheeks while we are catching the tempo of our breath. “Wolf!” She screams. “f*****g so tight, Pumpkin…” I wail. My hands stow in her waist, pinned her to the mattress for she begins to slide up in my every solid bang. Veins swelling in my muscle, butterfly play in my abdomen, tingle every meat inside of me as I keep the savage strike in her dripping hole. Its ecstasy, removing the control in my senses and releasing the wild part of me. Her fire is exquisite, cultivate pleasure in every push and pull in her soaking wall, and I love how I stretch her, how her warm slit covers me firmly, hug my c**k with the combination of crushing, drive me more insane. Her hand doesn’t know where to grip, where to earn some strength as I let her hear my own moan, mad more her mental state. “God… what is thisss…” She squalls. Long fingers of her runs to the strand of my hair, grip it, raise her butt to welcome further my assault while trying to understand what she is feeling inside. “Ooohhh… you’re coming, Pumpkin,” I whisper in her ear between my whimpers. Push and pull, up and down, I let my veiny shaft saturate her more, fed her more until there is no more space in her hole but my length. And its heaven, unbelievable euphoric as she sends me into feverish condition. “Come on pumpkin, shower me with your creamy milk…” I command as I keep my ram. Her head falls backward, body damps with her sweat and my sweat that dropping on her. The curvaceous meaty frame of her quiver, toes unbend as she screams my name in her final moan. Ecstatic follows when my sensitive shaft feels the warm fluid cover it, soak my length, wet my nuts. Its extravagantly good, so good that I poke my swelling shaft in her core deeply, crash it further with a quicker tempo, speedily, momentous, as there is nothing more to hear in the room but a banging flesh, delirious moan, and the state of running out of breath. “Wolfff!” She yells once again, reaching her peak for a second time. “Damnnn…. My f*****g delicious cave!” I squall. In our burning body, our juices unite inside of her as we received the glory of satisfaction. My exhausted body sinks on her top, the air still racing in our cage, my eyes shut as I feel her fingers gently comb my hair. “I love you, Wolf.” She whispers in her sleepy voice. Shoving my head on the loop of her neck, I kiss her upper collarbone as an answer, then darkness eats us both. Stepping on the side of the bed, I pick one by one her school uniform scattered on the floor. The ID is still clipped in her white blouse collar, face it to me and read the bold lettering in the square laminated card. Quinn Osbourne. BS in Business Administration. Born September 18, 2002. Seventeen, she is only seventeen, yet she gives to me today her everything. Running my finger in her name, my eyes glued on her surname. Osbourne. The name who sends me to hell, befriends with the devil, gives me horns to become one of them. It’s their big mistake that they forget about us, forget about me, because I don’t forget… and definitely never forgive. Dropping my sight to the angelic face of his only daughter, my lips lift for a dangerous smile. There’s a grin of triumph on my face when I sit in the edge of the bed. I rub softly her cheek and a growl free in her mouth. “Wake-up pumpkin, it’s time to go home.” Leisurely opening her eyes, the brown sphere of her welcome me, then her sweet smile draws in her pinkish lips.