Winnie and the Rebel

Not a true smile

I sigh softly, walking silently down the vacant, worn sidewalk towards the place I call 'home'. I make sure to take very slow, smaller steps leading to the front door, and mentally curse as I already hear the shouts of my angered mother and father. 'They can't even go a day without screaming their faces off at each other.' I think to myself, while my hand reaches to turn the knob of the white, large door. The screams suddenly stop, my parents both look over at me, as I smile shyly, knowing I'll be punished for leaving school. "H-hey.." I speak up, nervousness lacing my soft voice,

"And why are you home so early?" I bite my lower lip, one of the many signs of my discomfort, or nerves.

"I w-was uh, out with.. Dylan! Yeah, Dylan.."

"At this time? I know he wouldn't do such a thing, now, the truth." I sigh, looking down at my feet.

"I went to the diner, out of town.." My parents simultaneously gasp, and scowl in my direction, clearly unsatisfied with my answer.

"We'll talk about this some other time. Go to your room, now."

"But da-" I didn't even get to explain before he was screaming in my face.

"Brinley Rae, I said NOW!" He walks closer to me, causing my whole body to tense, fear silently sinking in as I nod, looking down as I run up the steps.
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I was pinned to the wall, by him, "Please.. baby.. please.." I whispered, my warm breath dancing on his neck, before I gently place kisses all over it. He growled and gripped me tighter.

"I love when you beg." He whispered, before kissing my lips, growling again. "You're so sexy, baby." I kissed him back softly, gazing into his lustful eyes.

"Please.." I leaned up to kiss down his neck, gently biting his adams apple. He groans in pleasure, moving his head back allowing me to have more room. "Fuck, I want you, so bad Winnie." I kiss his soft, slightly plump, delicious lips.

"Tell me how bad, baby.." I teasingly whisper against his lips, before I rest my soft, small hand on his defined abs through his shirt. His hands reach down to firmly grasp my ass, lifting it to grind hard on him.

"So bad, beautiful. Tear your pussy apart." I look into his eyes biting my lip, while he moans softly. Like music to my ears. He covers my lips with his, tasting him and moaning at the feeling of his tongue on mine. A deep growl emerges from him as we fight for dominance. I arch my back slightly in pleasure, while softly moaning against his lips.

"I'm gonna fuck you, Winnie." Rebel grabs the back of my thighs, wrapping them around his waist, smacking my ass, causing me to softly moan as he carries me to his bed, laying down. His hands slide up my shirt slowly, caressing my sides before slipping my shirt off. He leans down to kiss me slowly, trying to unhook my bra, but failing. I sensed his problem, so I sat up, grabbing his hands to unhook my bra for him. He pecks my lips, before pushing me back down and kissing my neck, leaving a love bite. His large, rough hands rub my boobs, kissing in between them before going to the left one. He takes my boob in his mouth, making my hips buck, as I moan.

"Fuck, Rebel." I gasp, before sliding off his shirt, scratching down to his abs, making him moan. He goes back to my boobs, while his hand slides down to unbutton my shorts. He slides them down my smooth legs, rubbing my clit through my undies. He comes back up, kissing my neck, only to be pushed back. He sits on his legs, while I push him more, so he's laying down. I rub the bulge through his pants, making him buck he's hips to me. "You like that baby?" I ask, smirking as I lean down to kiss his neck.

"Yes baby." He replies, moaning. I lean down more, licking him through his boxers. He grips my hair as I moan, slowly sliding off his boxers. His impressive, hard, throbbing 8 inch dick slaps against his gorgeous abs, making me gasp.