NALLA,HIS LITTLE GIRL

CIRCLE NINE

I laughed at her words and went to prepare my ninth round of hell. Jesus,she'll sleep with me ... next to me ... s**t,she'll sleep with me. Okay, now it's time to panic. I chose bedding worthy of her body. I heard her feet tapping on the parquet floor and it was easy for me to imagine listening to those footsteps every day.

She walked past the half-open door of the room and continued on through the hall to the bathroom. I chose bedding, my favorite that is not from the new tour. Black satin ... um, sexy. s**t, white cotton might be better. Like a cold shower. Well, if I can't stand next to her, I'll move into the living room ... the couch is comfortable.

"Little one, I'm here," I said when I heard the sweet tapping of her soles again.

"Hey ..." she opened the door and stared at the bed around me. "It's big for one person, don't you think?"

"But it will be quite comfortable for us. Come on, climb up. ”I patted the place next to me.

The couch is comfortable, I reminded myself as she crawled over the bed. f**k ... I had a great look on her body. She is quite developed for someone her age. Without thinking much, I knocked her down on the bed and lay over her. I wanted to feel her. I clenched her legs wisely, I was afraid of a potential "call". I kissed her hard, without mercy and as punishment I got a moan that disturbed my ganglia. That pure s****l sound...

The couch is comfortable, I repeated the mantra as it curled under me. Comfortable as a cloud, I told myself as her hands gripped my hips. f**k! Stop the mission!

"Little one, I'm sorry," I said, leaning away from her.

She looked at me panting and confused, and I couldn't find the words I needed. What should I tell her? Mary and Joseph, I need help now.

"It's okay," she said as she straightened up.

"Not exactly. I shouldn't act like this. You're beautiful, beautiful ... and you know what, whenever I think of you, it doesn't matter if you're with me or not ... I don't know, I can't say I'm jealous, but when I think maybe ... f**k , I can't imagine that one day the morning will dawn when you won't want me anymore ... I'm pathetic. "

"And if the day comes when you don't want me anymore?" She asked, her cheeks still flushed.

"Then some gravediggers will already be busy around me, because I will be cold and white."

I watched her blush descend from her cheeks to her breasts. No, it wasn't a blush of shame. It was that horny blush, when the adrenaline rushes through the body and seeks release. My jeans got damn tight. I needed release, but I'll deal with that later. Her wishes and needs, which I so wanted to fulfill, were forbidden to us for the time being.

"Come on, take a shower and sleep. You're going to school tomorrow. "

"You sound so grown up ..." she laughed as she got out of bed.

I followed her to the living room, from where she took the small backpack she had brought. So it's an evening toilet. I took her to the bathroom and showed her where the towels were and everything she might need.

I didn't hear her lock the door when I came out. I had a feeling she was inviting me to join her. I resisted that. I couldn't even think of her in the shower. I had to think in a different direction. I rummaged through the channels on the television while she enjoyed the bathroom. At least I hope she enjoyed it, when I'm already struggling. She was in the bathroom for a long time. Too long, if you ask me.

When she opened the door, the apartment was filled with the scent of lavender and cherries. It smelled like spring. She was wearing a short cotton dress, and that gave me even more misery than imagining her in the shower. Her breasts were flushed from the hot water.

"What are we looking at?"

"You," I replied without thinking. "Come here."

She tapped me tiny steps and sat on my lap. She smelled fresh like morning dew. She nestled and calmly rested her head on my chest. The best moment of my life. I hugged her and for a while I just listened to her steady breathing. She seemed to fall asleep, but the movements of her hand on my chest dissuaded me. I lifted her head and kissed her gently.

"Let's go to bed," I said. "I want to fall asleep next to you."

"Will you let me get up?"

"No, for God's sake." I laughed and stood up slightly with her wrapped around me.

With her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist, I headed into the room. The reaction to her body was lightning fast and I almost dropped her. I stumbled to the bed and knelt at the very foot. I pulled my hands out from under her body as her back touched the bed. Still, she didn't take her hands off ... or her legs. She smiled. Anyway, on all fours and with her as ballast, I moved towards the pillows. Horny as an orangutan and hard as a rock, I tried to get away from her.

"I should take a shower now, too," I said quietly. "Wait for me ..." I kissed her and stood up.

I came back about ten minutes later with mild frostbite. Nothing could cool me but ice water. She was awake and covered when I entered the room. I crawled under the blanket next to her. She studied me ... like under a microscope. And then I realized there were no straps from the dress. She noticed where I was staring. She grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it off. She was naked, in my bed, next to me a horny bear, and she was looking me in the eye.

"That's not smart at all ..." I stammered without looking away from her young body.

I wanted to know everything about her. All. What she would never tell anyone. And as I watched her naked next to me, I realized that there would never be secrets between us. There must be no secrets between us. Even the cold water could not prepare me for this scene. In fact, nothing in the world could prepare me for this. She was silent lying on her side and looking me straight in the eye. She tried to read me again.

"Little one, do you know how to keep secrets?"

"I will keep our secret."

"Yes ... look, we won't do what you think we will. OK?"

"But ..." she paused, as if considering whether to say what she had already imagined or to remain silent.

"Do you like to touch yourself?"

"I didn't ..." she blushed.

"Okay. Come to me ... and don't be afraid. "

She came five centimeters closer. And we were separated by almost half of the bed. I laughed and moved closer to her. She was within my reach now. Hmm, cute little t**s ...

"Don't fidget too much ..." I whispered, lowering my head to her chest. "I won't hurt you."

I felt an intermittent sigh as I reached for her n****e with my lips. I ran my hand over the soft, young flesh to the other and grabbed it between my fingers. She was breathing fast, and we hadn’t even started the game yet. I smiled without letting it out of my mouth. I wandered my hand over her body. She lay still, but her panting caused a storm in me. I knew there would be a live fire when we finally embarked on "adult games." I took her hand and lifted her fingers to my lips.

"Why don't you touch me?" I asked quietly. "Everything is allowed to you ..."

She looked down my stomach. I knew where he was looking and for a moment it was funny to me. The bulge in the boxers was striking. She raised her hand and lowered it quickly. And I laughed. I couldn't stand it.

"I hear wheels in your head ..." I whispered to her. "Have you ever seen ... you haven't?"

She shook her head.

She ran her fingers over my stomach and that touch sent a new rush of blood into my lower parts. Come on, baby, you can do it. But not. She touched the belt with her finger and quickly withdrew her hand, as if the current had struck her. I lay next to her, turned on my side. I stroked her belly and breasts.

"You're beautiful, little one ..." I said, kissing her shoulder. "Do you want to sleep?"

"No ... show me ..."

"Give me your hand and don't be afraid."

With her hand in mine, I pulled on my boxer belt. I felt her pull, but I didn't let her go. Okay, I'll explode as soon as she touches me. I took a deep breath and led her palm to her throbbing limb.

"Relax," I encouraged her.

I gritted my teeth as she wrapped her fingers around me. f**k! Her touch was gentle and uncertain. Slowly I began to move her hand up and down. I needed release. More than ever ... I thought I was going crazy. I helped her catch the rhythm, then pulled her closer. Her breath was on my lips. I kissed her so I wouldn't swear ...

I ran my fingers between her legs. Her breath became hotter, more excited, scared. Oh, no, princess, I thought, I know how far I can go. It didn't take me long to get to her most sensitive point, which she probably didn't even know about. She tightened her grip, but immediately withdrew her hand ...

"Come back ..." I told her softly.

I thought for a second before descending lower through her body. The smell of her skin only intensified my pulsation. I paused just long enough to lift her higher onto the pillows. She watched me adjust between her legs, and then she moaned softly as I ran my hand the entire length of her furrow. I encouraged her with a smile and lowered my head to where every atom wanted me to be. The first rush of my tongue over her c******s was accompanied by a twisting of her back and a strong sigh. I started playing with her and that was interesting to me. I looked up and realized she was looking at me with such a confused expression that I just had to laugh. I raised my hand to her face, and stroked her lips.

"Do you want to try it?" I asked as I lowered my hand again. "Are you interested in what you taste like?"

"You're crazy ..." she laughed.

"A little ..." I offered her still wet fingers. "Suck, baby."

She dutifully opened her mouth and I put a middle finger between her lips. Okay, this wasn’t my brightest idea! She sucked gently and powerfully at the same time, which would be said professionally. I wanted that mouth around my d**k, even if I didn't wait for morning. Control yourself, monkey! I returned to my task. I want to hear when the first orgasm falls out of her. Let me see that first dam burst. She twisted and broke, she dropped my finger from her mouth, but I immediately put my hand on her chest. She was panting and moaning and I felt the first tremors in her womb. I looked at her and saw that she had bitten her lip so much that a hint of blood appeared.

"c*m for me, little one!" I ordered. "Scream to me!"

She made such a f*****g sound that I needed all the strength of will not to nail myself to her. She moaned and twisted, rubbing against my chin alone looking for more. The second orgasm arrived followed by a throaty scream. And with him, all my blockages eased. I straightened up and poured over her stomach. I stumbled beside her panting, blushing and, one might say, satisfied.

"What does it taste like?" She asked as she looked at the semen on her stomach.

"You'll find out another time, and now I'm taking you to the bathroom."