Wild Bastard

21

Matt

"Rie, if you don't cover your sleepy mouth right now, I'll find something to occupy it with" I say in the sleeping savage's ear.

Reenah begins to move, and then she peels her eyelids open. The sunlight hits her right in the eye, making her squinch.

"Don't tell me you kicked in my door" She grumbles, stretching.

The shirt on her flat belly pulls up, exposing her belly button, and I immediately bend my head to lick the hole with my tongue.

"Hey, what the hell? " Rie digs her fingers into my hair, and my dick jerks up in response to her defensive movement, ready to rip my sweatpants to get into her clingy clutches.

"You're delicious! And I'm not used to denying myself delicacies! "

I lift my gaze and slide my own body over her half-naked one. My skin is in tight contact with hers. She is soft and velvety. The savage is sprawled out on the sheets like a butterfly, and I am like that spider, ready to devour her. All night I thought about how I wanted her orgasm again. Only I don't feel like breaking her anymore. I want a fire to be born in her protesting eyes. Just like yesterday, when I ran my finger over the lips of this brave kitty. The girl stubbornly pretended not to be touched by my caresses, naively believing that her body's response would go unnoticed. Silly little girl.

I bring my face close to her plump lips, and I realize from the cold, sharp exhalation that my cock, resting in the fork between her slender legs, has not remained unnoticed.

"Get up off me! " Savage growls and pulls me up by my hair. A wave of excitement rolls down my spine.

"If you keep doing that, you're going to get the opposite, Reenah! "

The threat in my voice causes the girl's hands to stop abruptly and her fingers to loosen.

"Get up!"

I smirk, then jerk off the bed. The thin fabric of her white tank top outlines two protruding nipples. Mmm, looks like someone's trying to deny wanting me again. Okay, we'll get to that later. Under the gaze of the angry girl, I run my hand down my pants and adjust my cock. The cheeks on her pale face flash.

"Get dressed, Rie. Preferably in comfortable clothes" I turn around and open the closet. Grab the first pair of sweatpants I can find and throw them on the bed. "This will do. You don't have to wear a top, though it might be fraught."

The brunette sits on the bed, watching my manipulations in bewilderment.

"What do you mean get dressed? Maybe I have plans?"

"Cancel them! I have plans for you"

Lazily getting out of bed, Reenah folds her arms across her chest.

"Matt, I'm not your sister to boss me around! And our plans do not intersect!"

Oh, she's so small. I'm in awe of her height. I take two steps to shorten the distance between us and grab her slender waist.

"Have you ever boxed, Rie?"

The dark-haired head tilt back, and her eyes widen in surprise.

"Boxed?"

"Have you ever fought anyone?"

"When you live in an orphanage, you either have to fight or be a punching bag" The look of the green eyes hardens.

"I don't think the punching bag is about you! "

"You're right!"

I knew it. It is not in her nature to let herself be hurt. I don't like to think that she's ever been beaten. Pictures of how this petite child might have been abused spread a virus of rage, but I put it out, because there's nothing I can do about it now. She's grown up, and now she fends for herself.