𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 | 𝗆𝗂𝖽90𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗅

𝟎𝟏𝟔

THE BURNING FIRE CRACKED IN the fireplace. Ellie could smell the smoke drifting into the air, mixing in with the candle that was lit on the shelf that was hung against the black wall in the basement. A small, nervous breath escaped Ellie's lips as she stood before Fuckshit, his hands attached to her waist as he sat on the couch. Her hands rested against his shoulders as his fingers slid into the hem of her shorts, her red panties resting softly against his fingertips. He had already leaned in and pressed warm, wet kisses against her torso and breasts. She hadn't realized just how much she missed the feeling of his lips against her body.

Wetness had already filled her lips, and it sure to leak out against the inside of her panties. Fuckshit had a way of making the girl crack within seconds.

Slowly and gently, Fuckshit's fingers forced the girl's shorts down her thighs, her panties following suit.

She swallowed a gulp in her throat, coming to the realization that she was indeed nervous, and strangely felt shy.

She had fucked Fuckshit before, but it didn't feel the same. He wasn't just going to fuck her and make her cum. He was going to take care of her.

With a lick of his lips, Fuckshit pressed a kiss against the small of Ellie's stomach, just where it met the soft surface of her lips. He glanced up at her as her panties slid down to her ankles. He was calm and patient with every motion he did.

He slowly stood, immediately wrapping his arms under Ellie's thighs to hoist her up around his waist. Her lips spread as he grabbed a handful of her ass, forcing her legs to lock around his waist as their lips met in a tender yet delicate kiss.

He began to move through the basement, nearly kicking open the door that sat in the corner of the room. Ellie hadn't even realized there was a guest room down here, although, in all the years she had been close with Fuckshit, she hadn't even known there was a basement.

His breath was heavier than before, and it was mixing with Ellie's as he found himself dropping onto the guest bed. The room was dark, only lit up by an oversized candle that decorated the room.

Ellie straddled against the boy's lap, making him let out a shaky breath. He bit down on his lip, stopping himself from ripping his own clothes off and digging his hands into her body.

The girl slid her hands under his white shirt, lifting it until it was on the ground, and Fuckshit's abs were poking against Ellie's torso. His arms wrapped tightly around her waist, rubbing up her back until he was holding the back of her neck.

She let out a shaky breath, "I need you." Her words were enough to make Fuckshit go feral, but he forced himself to slow down, only clenching his jaw.

"Show me."

The girl wrapped her arms around his neck, and Fuckshit found himself pulling out his hardened cock from his sweatpants. As intimate as he wanted — and would make — this to be, he needed her just as she needed him, and he needed nothing more than to feel her wetness coat him.

The girl let out a fluttery moan as Fuckshit's dick slid across the wetness of her clit, making her grip his shoulders.

With passion, he gently gripped the back of her neck with one hand, and her hip with the other, "Shh, you can do it," his words made Ellie buck her hips forward, Fuckshit lifting her so that his cock positioned under her pleading entrance.

She paused for a moment, once again wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as nervousness filled her stomach. He looked up, making eye contact with her, even in the dark room, "Cmon, show me how you take it, baby, you've always done such a good job."