Cats In the Cradle

4. Daniel

"Please tell me you're going to fuck me?" Sienna said, grinding on top of me while she kissed my neck.

I didn't even know her. And I told myself I wasn't going to have anymore meaningless sex.

But I was painfully hard, after turning down Naomi. And Sienna kept grabbing my hands and placing them on her bare breasts. They were so full and soft and her pink, pierced nipples—of course they were fucking pierced—were pebbled and erect. The piercings were barbells with little marijuana leaves at the ends, to my surprise.

Maybe she was a Bob Marley fan, too.

She was aggressively grinding on me through our clothes, and I really didn't want to cum in my pants. Or have to jack off when there was a party going on right outside my door.

Plus, I was only 20. I mean, really, I had years to settle down, right?

And she said please.

And that did something for me, I guess.

"Say please again." I panted against her lips before I moved my head down to suck and lick her tits. She moaned loudly and grabbed hold of my hair while I swirled my tongue around her nipples. I lightly bit down on a nipple, testing the waters.

She moaned again. "Please, please please fuck me. Fill me up, baby. Please." She cried out, tightening her legs around my waist, still tugging at my hair.

I mean, I'd just be an asshole to say no at this point, you know? It would be cruel. And my mom always said I was kind. I got it from her. Who was I to deny my true nature? My DNA?

I bit down harder on the meaty flesh of her left tit, still kneading and squeezing and rolling her nipples. She squealed happily and rolled her hips again.

"I want you to cum on my face, baby, please," she moaned.

"...I can do that." I said against her skin.

Freak, I added internally.

"Stand up and take your pants and panties off." I ordered her.

She instantly unwrapped her legs from around me and scrambled to stand up. She was trembling a little and staring at me with a wild, heated gaze as she lowered her jeans. Her long hair was already tousled sexily, and her chest was covered in bites marks and hickeys.

And I knew deep down that this wasn't going to be a one-time thing.

Eyes glued to her, I slowly swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up to take my shirt off. Her gaze flicked down to my muscular chest and abs appreciatively, then found it's way back up to my eyes. She was just standing in her lacy, basically useless underwear, as if she was waiting for me to catch up before she got completely naked.

But that's not what I told her to do.

I tsked disapprovingly, stepping up to her til we were firmly pressed against each other, with my clothed erection digging into her stomach. Then I lightly wrapped my hand around her throat.

"Baby, I thought I told you to take your panties off? Why are you disobeying me?" I said softly, just barely squeezing my giant hand around her tiny throat. She was so small. I could break her so easily.

But something told me she'd love it.

She gulped nervously, staring at me wide-eyed.

"I-I'm sorry. I-I was waiting—"

"But that's not what I told you to do...is it, sweetheart?" I squeezed lightly again, and her eyes somehow widened even more. "Is it?" I coaxed gently.