He absolutely had
to have her.
The crowds of sweaty dancers parted for a moment, and he managed to catch another precious glimpse of her as she threw her head back and laughed. All the music and noise around him faded away as he saw her. The goddess. Jack’s head began to spin.
She was mouth-wateringly delicious in a tight, lacy white dress that barely contained the soft creamy swells of her breasts. Her endless legs ended in tiny, bare feet. Her strappy white stilettos dangled from her left hand. Her hair bounced in loose ringlets the colour of cinnamon to the small of her back. She had a dimple in her left cheek but not in her right, and a sweet heart-shaped face.
She was short and looked sweet and innocent, with her slightly rounded features. The club’s lights flashed blue, green and red on her perfect face. She was talking to her friend, but then, suddenly, as though she sensed she was being watched, she looked up.
She stared at him for a moment and licked her pink lips, and murmured something to the girl she was talking to, who seemed too smashed to care. And then she made her way over to Jack.
Jack forgot how to breathe for a moment.
She came and sat on the stool next to him, and her bare knee brushed his. The sweep of air she brought with her carried her sweet smell. The scent of vanilla and nutmeg washed over him.
Up close, she was even more stunning. Jack had never seen a more perfect creature in his life.
Her face, free of makeup, had big eyes that were the colour of a shaft of sunlight in a rockpool, framed with long, sweeping lashes that turned blonde at the tips. They were so long they created shadows down to her cheekbones, and her face was dusted with freckles. She gathered her long, loose ringlets over one shoulder, and her scent drifted across him again, clean and sweet. Perspiration gleamed across her freckly shoulders and on the soft mounds of her white breasts. With a slight shock, he realized that he could see the outline of her nipples. He couldn’t tear his eyes from her tits.
A smirk lifted the corner of her coral lips as she noticed him staring and he looked up at her, embarrassed. She had two dimples in her chin, he noticed.
“I’m going to make this quite blunt, I’m afraid,” she said, and he jumped a little to hear her voice. He cleared his throat, his pants feeling uncomfortably tight. His heart sped up and he glanced at her breasts again, hungrily.
“Yes?” said Jack, his voice low and rough with desire.
She simply smiled and leaned forward. She slipped out her small hand and laid it on his.
“I want you to fuck me. Now.”
Jack nearly choked on air. Her? Want him?
But he wasn’t going to argue.
Jack emitted a low growl and stood up, his eagerness betrayed by the tent in his pants. It wasn’t even a tent, at this point. It was more of a marquee.
He grabbed her wrist and pulled her up with him. Her face glowed with excitement and desire.
He dragged her to the toilets, pushing through the noisy club and reaching the toilets in record time. He’d barely even shut the door when she fell upon him in a frenzy of lust.
Her lips tasted like vodka and something sweet. She ran her hands up and down his shoulders and through his dark hair as he tore the delicate dress off her petit frame, after pulling his shirt up and over his head. He felt her fingers gently hook in his belt loops and pull him closer to her. A thrill ran through him to see that she wasn’t wearing panties or a bra. Her tits were huge, for a girl of her height and slight build, and just as freckly as the rest of her, a fact that he found surprisingly cute. She had puffy, pink areolas with stiff nipples.
His lips enveloped one of her nipples, tugging and pulling the soft bud as she moaned and pressed his head to her chest. He swirled his tongue over the tender pink nub and bit down gently on the soft flesh. Jack moved on to her other breast, saliva shining on her pink nipples.
“Mmn, baby, yeah, bite my little titties. I’m a dirty little- mmn, yes!”
Jack trailed his tongue down the valley of her tits, down to her belly button…and past. Her pussy was smooth and soft. She sat down on the toilet and hooked her legs over his shoulders.
Jack stared at her pussy. It was beautiful, a deep rose in colour. Her juices gleamed on the folds and dripped down to her inner thighs, leaving a shiny, sticky trail down her legs. The scent of her musky juices filled the air, and he was so hard, it hurt. He ran his tongue down the trails of her wetness on her thighs, and blew gently on her clit. With the tip of his tongue, he traced the inside of her pussy lips. He moaned against her pussy with her, sending vibrations up to her clit.
“Please, eat my little baby pussy. Let me smear my nasty little cunt juice all over your face. Mmn, eat me…” her voice trailed off into a moan as Jack swirled his tongue around her juicy pink folds. He stuck his tongue into her pink hole, in and out, like a tiny cock. He lapped up her pussy juice like it was nectar, and without stopping the licks, he inserted two fingers at once, without any warning. She gasped, and grabbed his hair, forcing his face into her dripping wet slit. Her juices were all over his face. He added another finger, pumping them rhythmically. He felt her walls start to convulse.
“Ba-by, I-I’m gonna…mmn, yes…cum…”
Jack raised his face from her pussy just long enough to say, “No.”
Jack sealed his lips around her clit and sucked as hard as she could. Her pussy gushed, weeping with need. He nibbled her swollen clit until she was sure that she would pass out. He ran his tongue over her pussy, drinking her nectar like he’d never tasted anything better. Her warm folds began to quiver against his fingers.
Jack abruptly stopped, and she gave a whine of disappointment, until he stood up, pulling her up with him and pinning her against the cubicle’s door. Her tits pressed flat on the cool plastic. He positioned the tip of his hard cock against her tight little hole. Wrapping his arms around her from behind, he shoved his fingers into her mouth, letting her taste her own salty juice. She wrapped her small hands around his firm biceps, and sucked them clean, swirling her tongue around his fingers as she tasted her own pussy, her steady azure gaze holding his. She reached behind her and wrapped her hand around Jack’s cock, the skin hot against her hand. He closed his eyes, giving soft moan as she spread the bead of pre-cum that leaked out of the tip of his cock over his head with her thumb. He sighed and opened his eyes.
She held his gaze. “Fuck me.”
Jack felt carnal desire take him over. He groaned, and in one fluid movement, he filled her. She cried out with shock, and her knuckles turning white and her fingernails cutting crescents into his biceps. He drove into her again, without any warning, as hard as he could, slamming into her walls. She let out a muffled scream, twisting her head to the side and pressing her cheek against the cool door. Tears of pleasure and pain formed in her half-closed eyes, her lashes shadowing her velvety skin.
He began to thrust into her, watching her legs shake with the force of his cock slamming into her tiny hole. She had the tightest pussy he had ever had- it gripped his cock like a vice, and he slid in and out of her with some effort. Her pussy milked Jack’s dick so hard, he felt himself begin to shake with an orgasm as he watched her cinnamon ringlets bounce against her back with every thrust he made. The scent of sweat, cum and vanilla filled the air, and the sounds of his dick squelching in her oozing wet pussy filled the air, and the slapping of his groin on her pert ass. He drove into her faster and faster, and then he shoved himself into her so far, he didn’t know where he ended and she began. They both cried out as he shot his load deep into her.
He held himself inside her until they both finished shaking with exhausted satisfaction. Then, he gently drew his now soft cock out of her. It gleamed with her cum. He reached out for her and kissed her gently, seating her back on the toilet seat. He kneeled down again and feathered her flooded pussy with kisses and flicks of his tongue, until her girl-juice pooled on the lid of the toilet and dripped down her legs. He pulled apart her pussy lips and rubbed his face in her pussy, drinking her nectar as swiftly as it was made.
When he finally raised his face, he thoughtfully studied her. She wasn’t as innocent as she looked, at all. His lips quirked into a smile at the thought. Her face was flushed and her pink nipples were still rigid. Her hair was messy and ruffled. She looked back at him. He didn’t even know her name, but she had just given him the best fuck of his life.
“Hey…” she said, her voice taking him by surprise.
“Yeah?” Jack replied with a smile.
“Not to, you know, ruin the moment…but you look like a glazed donut.”
Jack threw his head back and laughed.
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