His Pumpkin (Book 1)

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“I want to taste you,

using my finger.”

*** Mature content***

Aiden POV

“Are they always fighting?” I ask.

“Nope, but this past few weeks, they are. And they always had a meeting, I’m not sure if it’s about our company.” She said while unclipping her seat-belt.

“Maybe they are busy for the coming business fair,” I speak and pull the key out from the keyhole, give the car engine freedom to rest.

“I guess so, but yesterday is different. They are all angry for a certain USB.”

Her statement makes me pause from pushing the driver’s door and glance at her.

“USB?” I repeat, try to gather more information.

“Yap, I think someone stole it from my dad, but they don’t know who,” she nodded, “they are so bothered. Maybe I’ll ask him later what is the problem.”

“I think better if you just leave it to them.”

My brain fades off, scold myself for stopping her cause I know I can collect more details on what’s happening inside their house if I let her involve. Shaking my head to regain my thought, I push the driver’s door and climb outside. I circled in front of my car and found her stepping out before I reach her door.

She’s independent, don’t have this kind of feminine gestures wherein ladies want their man to open the door for them. When she stands outside of my car, amusement load in my guts seeing her outfit. The three-forth gray baseball tee shirt is loose and swaying as she moves. Her black jogger is not fitted and partner with Vans sneaker.

Her pixie haircut that sweeps to the side, tuck on the back of her ears make me realize that a short hair is sexier than the usual long hair of a woman. The smooth cheeks of her are touch by a soft blush-on with her lips cover with a natural lip-gloss because her own color is still vivid.

Without any other make-up, it’s my first time to date someone who’s not wearing a seductive dress and fill her face with a glamorous color. Clipping her hands on the sling bag that hang the same as a body bag, she smiles like a little girl yet boyish in a feature.

“Shall we?” She asks so sweet.

“Yes, buddy.” I tease her.

Her shining lips pouted that bring my mouth to burst chuckle. I wrap my arm over her upper limb and guide her inside the movie theater. The typical outfit that I honestly love leads for my lips to dive near her ear, tease her more.

“Am I’m not gonna be arrested here dating a young boy,” I whisper.

My titter leak when her elbow hit my stomach and roll her eyes. Little did I know that she is not afraid to show her true nature to me. I am more aware of a woman who loves to impress their partner on their looks and attitude. Even she is five years younger than me, she’s catching my interest every time we’re together.

Stopping on the movie list billboard, my eyes travel to the poster of different titles. Quinn’s hand suddenly rise and point her finger to the picture of a yellow car that transforming to a robot.

“I want this.” She said, grips my shirt and pulls it a bit.

My eyes that wondering shove to her face. Her globes stare at me with excitement and it mesmerizes me as I discover how she’s really too different. Of all the romance movies showing today, including the controversial last movie of Fifty Shades, she chooses the transformers Bumblebee!

Rising my hand, I clip my fingers in her nose before I nod. Her giggles turn her more adorable to watch while she’s pulling me toward the counter with a touchscreen TV. The list of the movie appears on the screen and a small square hole that meant for a card is in the side.

“I’ll just buy our snack while you buy our tickets.” She suggested.

“Here, take this,” I said, pull my wallet at my back pocket and take a thousand bill.

“No, no, I’ll buy f…”

“Pumpkin.” My hard voice interrupts.

In that one warning calls, she stops, shut tightly her mouth like a child too afraid to receive punishment. This is how big my control has at her, that when I forwarded the money, she takes it hurriedly with her lips lifting for a tiny smile of apology, wanted to erase my annoyance urgently.

“Go on,” I speak and rub her arm.

The eyes full of worries brighten quickly, happy on my caress as she twists and walks towards the snack booth. A feeling of deep pleasure bundle inside, enjoy all the power I have on her without knowing my full intentions.

Contentment rises as I face the monitor, tap my finger on the screen and choose the title of the movie we will watch. Only second passed and the print out of our ticket slide down from the electronic machine after I remove my card.

Spinning to my back, I found Quinn holding a large popcorn and two large frosty juices colored in blue and red while running towards me. Her arm hugging the carton container full of mix popcorn with her mouth chewing already some.

I try to suppress a chuckle, but my lips can’t as I watch her devour the big amount of food. This crazy girl is too afraid of me yet doesn’t care to show her unpredictable personality, which makes me laugh farther.

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Washing my hands, I tap the crystal of water in the air, pull a tissue on the white box install in the wall, run it in my palm to dry my skin and throw to the trash bin. Two guys are busy peeing as I step out in the movie theater CR. The darkness and coldness make the ambiance of the place nicer as I walk in the side stair going back to my sit.

I plant my butt to the soft seat pad and fly my eyes to her, examine the way she focuses her sights on the big screen while we are sitting at the last corner in the top of the VIP spot. The full row in our side is empty, most of the viewers are sitting below for a cheaper ticket. Her hand dip on the popcorn box she’s hugging, take a piece of cloud shape food and shove in her mouth.

Somehow her winsome features never fail to amaze me, excite me that I always want to touch her since the very first time I set my orbs at her. In my eyes memorizing her face, a devil mind starts to function again, love to play to her innocent darling.

My arm slowly lifts, rest over her shoulder, pull her a bit towards me that lead for her head to turn while chewing her popcorn. As I curve the edge of my lips for a smile, she lets her mouth reciprocate the same beam before returning her head in front.

Rubbing her shoulder, my other hand gently lay on her lap, squeeze her thigh that builds her to shiver and jump slightly the box of her popcorn. In shock, her head rashly falls back to me with eyes summing up so big.

“Eyes on the screen, pumpkin,” I order.

Munching her lower lip, her face that starts showing nervousness slowly turns to the front. It enlivens me, on how submissive she is in all my commands. The hand that rests on her lap slowly sliding up, press the flesh of her right leg in every pause. Little by little, my palm tilt higher until it is pinned in the side of her crotch, lead her to sigh hard.

Her breathing turns to double as I approach the center area, rub it for a second before my hand jerk to the string of her jogger′s waistband. Her lashes blinking too fast with her eyes still stuck to the widescreen. Loosening the tie, my hand ram to her lower abdomen then gently slide inside her pants, make her blow a rushing air in her mouth.

The reaction thrills me, mold me to caress the plummy flower hiding inside her panty but keep passing by her hole as if it’s invisible. Her skin color begins to change as I tease her, move my fingertip in another path, misses her crotch. Awakening her body, I delay my decision to finally touch her core, let me feel her need first, encourage the blood to flow to her genitals.

“Wolf…” She whispers with her food container shaking a bit.

“Shhh… keep your popcorn with you.” I murmur as I instruct her to cover with her stuff the activity of my hand.

She gulps, too deep when my hand rubs the outside area around her c**t with her legs open in enough wide. The smooth pubic tiny hairs touch my palm as I run a finger over her c******s, keep my touches light, teasing, bring her stimulation that is sensual and slow. Her hug on the box stiffens as I massage her hood, stroke it, let the pressure makes contact with her c**t.

A low moan escapes in her mouth, but rashly bit her lips to avoid bursting another one. Her intensity forges me more to work my way from the outside of her buds, think her hole as a sort of bulls-eye. In this case, I start sliding and caressing the outer edges of my target.

Keeping my touch delicate and light, my fingertip isn’t even moving her skin, just gliding over it. I know the extreme sensitivity of that flesh, bring me to proceed gently from driving her insane. As I pull her labia buds apart with my fingers, I feel her juices flowing out. She can’t help but shut her eyes with her cheeks dye in ruby.

She’s beautiful, honestly beautiful when she’s sleeved with a mixture of shyness and ecstasy. It wake-up my wild mind when I get her cream in my finger, then paint it onto the rest of her hole lips and c**t.

Using her natural lube, I get her well coated, helps my digit feel smoother as I finally allow my middle finger to slowly glide inside her precious cave, devour the center of her s****l pleasure. Her eyebrows furrow, sweat begins to glitter in her forehead with nerves forming in her neck.

My shaft gradually erects upon conquering the hotness of her wall. In her chest that moving irrationally up and down, my finger drive, rhythmically, consistent as I go back and forth, tracing a circle sometimes. As I slit my digit out of her p***y, I guide my finger up and over her c******s. My lips move to her earlobe, bit it gently.

“Wolfff…” She howls but trying to keep it excessively low.

“Higher or lower?” I whisper with my voice too aroused in her feature.

The color of her become more bloody red. Embarrass while keeping her dying eyes glued in the electric screen she even doesn’t understand at all. Her face crumple but not in pain as I keep my stroke.

“Pumpkin,” I called in commanding her to answer.

“L… lower.” She answers in a twisting tongue.

Her burning voice tingles my towering c**k that leaks a tiny pre-c*m just by listening to her dying voice. I absorb her wetness when my finger digs deeper into her hole to give her what she wants. A squall burst in her mouth, form me to whisper, “easy…” to remind her to control her voice.

Bending my finger inside, I try to find her G-spot with my tip. Pushing and pulling, I eventually know I hit the rough patch when her hand quickly grab my shoving arm followed by her hard pant.

Even my body is responding too hot as the heats rise, drive me to get close to her as I press my forehead on the side of her head, allow myself to get lost in her breathing, her quivering, her pleasure. Listening to her melodious gasp and learning her body language intoxicate me that I keep the pace of my finger seeing she wants some more.

In a persistent, swirling motion of my digit inside her tiny soaking hole, I lick the lining of her ear while her sweat starts to dump her back.

“Slower or faster?” I ask, glued my eyes on her lips that her teeth are eating.

“Wolf…” She pleads, asking me to stop melting her in being too vulgar in what she wants.

“Answer, Pumpkin,” I demand, as I travel my sharp fast eyes around to make sure that nobody is noticing our different activities.

People are screaming in excitement as their focus is on the climax of the movie while my focus is on the climax of my girl. Rhythmically digging my finger up and down, her moaning “faster…” reach my ears.

It burns me, ginger up every nerve and muscle in her sexy admission of her desire, her needs that generate me to change the degree of the sway of my every strike. Push and pull my long huge middle finger with her hand squeezing my arm. The box of popcorn deforming while her butt lifting an inch.

Hearing her breathing get faster, body tense up, I know she is near that I jerk her side body in my chest, angle my head as I capture her lips. In a speedy up and down, her noise and growing moans imprison in my mouth when she trembles, reach her orgasm and shower my fingers pad with her sticky milk.

It’s too hot, her body is like a candle that dissolving as I let her frame rest in the backrest after biting her lower lip. My mouth spread for a smile watching her spark yet feel so exhausted while catching her breath.

Slowly pulling out my hand, I stick my active finger in my mouth, suck off the juices. That way, she’ll know how much I love the nectar of her flower. Her skin blush further witnessing my actions, dive her palms over her face to cover it and murmur, “oh my god.”

A tremendous chuckle erupts in my mouth with my body shaking lively as I take the popcorn out to her lap, wrap her frame in my arms, hug her tightly while she shyly punching my back. She’s too pure, sweet same as her cream while my giggle eats her more.

“Go and clean my cave, pumpkin. I don’t want others to smell what is mine.” I tease her again and her fist hit to my back once more.