Girl on the Run

Pt8: Bad Girl

I woke up to a heavy weight on my waist and something pushed against my back. Opening my eyes, I groggily looked around and realized it was Dorian. He was holding me from behind, trapping me with his strong arm. Then it hit me.

I had to pee. Really, really bad. I started squirming trying to get out of his hold, but to no avail did I escape. I turned around so that my chest was pressed against his and I smiled at his sleeping face.

I reached a hand out and poked his cheek.
"Dorian." I said quietly. He didn't wake up. I started kicking my legs.

"Doriannnn." I whined, squirming. His arm tightened and he opened his eyes.

"Why are you kicking me." His deep raspy voice grumbled. I was momentarily stunned by how sexy his morning voice is.

"I really have to pee and I can't because you're holding me." I said shyly. A gleam entered his eyes and he suddenly pushed me onto my back and leaned over me. His hands were on my tummy and he started tickling me. I giggled like a psychopath and squirmed.

"Dorian this isn't funny! I really have to pee!!" I yelled, kicking my legs. Just before I was about to pee myself, he stop and rolled on his back. I quickly jumped up and sprinted to the bathroom in his bedroom.

I didn't even close the door. The sound of my pee hitting the water was embarrassingly loud. To make it worse, Dorian walked in the bathroom and leaned against the wall, watching me. It was very awkward.

"Can you like, stop staring at me?" I asked quietly. He just laughed and continued to watch me. I picked up a towel and chucked it at him. He finally left.

Once I was finished, I walked back into the bedroom and plopped on the bed beside Dorian.

I moved so that I was laying on him, and I traced his lips with my fingers.

"I want to kiss you." I whined.

"You're only seventeen baby girl. Maybe next year."

"No Dorian now!" I pouted. He laughed.

"I'm a lot older than you baby. You're really mature, but I am more then ten years older."

I rolled my eyes.

"I know you're older than me. But I like it. How old are you by the way?"

"Thirty-three."

"I don't care. I like your age. Do you really care?" I rolled my eyes.

"When do you turn eighteen?" He asked.

"Two months. On the fourteenth." Dorian smiled.

"On Valentine's Day huh." Dorian looked as though he was contemplating something. Then he flipped us over, so that I was under him.

"Ask me baby." He demanded. Mmm.. I love it when he's like this!

"Please kiss me Dorian.. Baby."

He smirked and lifted my wrists above my head. Holding them there with one of his large hands, he trailed his other to caress my cheek and he slowly leaned in.

The second his soft lips touched mine, it felt like my insides were on fire, but a good fire. A hot fire. He started the kiss as soft, and slow. Then it became more rough and he bit on my bottom lip and tugged making me moan.

I tried to move my hands but he gripped my wrists tighter.

"Be good." He mumbled against my lips. I opened my mouth to reply and he seized this opportunity to slide his tongue inside my mouth. He slides his tongue against mine and I moaned again.

The kiss ended and he left me breathless. Literally. I was gasping for air. He had a smug expression.

"How was that for a first kiss?"

"Good.. But. I need more." I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him to me. His lips moved off of mine and he licked and kissed his way down to my neck. Once he got to my sensitive spot, he started sucking harshly. Nipping and biting, he had me moaning loudly.

All too soon, he stopped and made his way back to my lips. He was just a breath away from mine as he said,

"Maybe if you're a good girl you'll get more." I felt my panties dampen. I love how he's like this! It's so hot.

"Keep your hands up here, and do not move them or you will be punished, do you understand?" He demanded. I nodded and quietly said a yes.

He slid his hand down my body. He felt all along my curves and moaned, grabbing my hips.

"Oh baby, you're body feels too good."

I blushed.

He began to slide his hand down to my panties.

"Is your p*ssy all wet? Do you like when I tell you what to do? I know you do. You're a naughty girl. I can't wait to f*ck your right little p*ssy baby. I'm going to f*ck it so hard that you scream and cry. You'll feel me inside you for days. Do you want that? Is that what you want, my little slut?" He dirty talked me. My panties were now soaked!

His hand slid lower and he felt my panties and groaned.

"You're so wet for me baby girl. Open your legs. Now." He demanded. I spread my legs open, revealing my wet white panties. He leaned down and sucked and nipped at the skin right above my panties and I moaned loudly. I brought my hands down to rub his head and he leaned up, glaring at me.

"I told you not to move your hands. You're a bad girl." He told me darkly. I gulped and bit my lip, my p*ssy getting excited.

"What happens to bad girls?" I asked quietly. His eyes held a gleam in them as he said,

"Bad girls get punished."