Opus

21. Rundown

The woman has the widest eyes. Muddy blue and unblinking. Too huge for her face.

"Close your eyes, Caelina." Her blinkers are unnerving.

And she's too skinny. All players lose weight during the competition, referees too, but I can see the bones under the skin of this one. Every fucking rib.

A pointy, stubborn chin.

High cheekbones. Or hollow cheeks.

Small tits. Taunting me like the rest of her. Nipples like pink, thigh rosebuds.

Protruding hip bones.

The longest legs, toned but scarred. As if she fell legs first into a blender.

The narrow triangle of pubic hair shields her pussy. More like an arrow's head pointing to her honey pot. Come and get me, it screams. I do.

Her folds are the same color but a shade darker as her nipples and mouth. Her taste is sweet. Tart. Sweaty. Musky. Sugary. I suck on her teeny nub, hollowing my cheeks until she squirms in discomfort. She's not a talker that one.

I take it down a notch. Sucking and licking in light touches. Her legs fall open. I stick my tongue inside her, circling her opening, teasing her clit with my nose. She tastes as good as she smells.

I don't ask what she likes. I learned from our first night. She expects me to figure it all on my own. No problem, doll. You're worth the extra effort.

She's got fantastic hands. Long-fingered, slim, precise. She tugs on my hair. Traces my eyebrows. Draws on my forehead. Follows the details of my ears with her fingertips. Kneads my shoulders. Scratches my nape. I feel memorized.

I'm leaking precum like crazy into the sheet cover. It's unsettling. That girl's screwing with me. I hate it. I am going to work her out of my system. Right. Fucking. Now.

I force two digits into her at once. Pull her folds into my mouth. Suck at her and flick my tongue. I'm determined to make her come before I embarrass myself into the mattress. She tries to wiggle away from my touch. I tighten my hand around her hip. My thumb digs into the dent next to her hipbone. I add a third finger.

She climaxes with a soundless breath, her mouth forming the sexiest O, her nails hooked into my shoulders.

"My turn, princess."

I climb up her body, biting and kissing along the way. Her navel. The underside of her left breast. Her pointy right nipple. The left one, just as hard. Each place I touch, her skin quivers. She is one sensitive little thing. I hover above her, her body sprawl under me. For me.

I lick my lips and grin down at her. "Want a taste, doll?" My tongue pushes into her mouth without finesse. I kiss her as I intend to fuck her. Hard. Dirty. Sloppy. I kiss until I'm out of breath. I go on kissing until I feel dizzy.

As soon as I come up for air, I plunge into her. Fast. Hard. One quick move until my balls are squeezed against her skin. My weight on her. "You've got nowhere to go now, Silk."

I can't take my eyes off of her face. Her eyes are closed, her lips slightly open, her eyebrows in a frown. Her nostrils flare as I take her wrists, and her hands clench into delicate thigh fists, so fucking cute. I hold her hands above her head.

"Ready now, little girl?"

I start to thrust in and out slowly.

In. My balls retract.

Out. Only the tip of my dick lingers in her heat.

In. I squeeze my ass and push deeper.

Out. Head in, I jerk up until the length of my cock caresses her clit.

In. My balls. Her cunt fists my dick.

Out. The heat of her folds. Her cream. My shaft rubs from root to tip on her swollen bud. Like a teeny tongue licking me.

In. Tingles at the base of my spine.

Out. My cock crushes her hardened nub.

I can feel the instant she melts under me. Right before her second orgasm. "Fuck, Jasper!" The murmured curse seems to fall from her lips.

I always pride myself on a job well done. Girls are a means to an end. Once they've come, their pussy is slick, swollen, and that much more snug. I burry my dick balls deep and forget everything. Not so with this one. I find myself holding my breath, awaiting her next sigh, her next moan. She's so fucking quiet. A country mouse. I roar when I come. She has me completely undone.

Fuck I hate this.

Not now. Not ever, I believed. What an asshole I was. I am.

I flip her over. She's compliant now, ready to be taken every damn way I want. And fuck me, but I want!

I slap her butt cheek once, twice on the same spot. It turns red immediately, the outline of my handprint perfect on her white skin. That's incredibly hot. I strike her cheek again. My mark on her.

"Fuck, Jas," she mumbles into the comforter.

I want to ask if Ken had her writhing like that too. I hit her a fourth time, hard enough that my palm stings, and thrust my already throbbing cock into her cunt none too gently. "I'll be gentle next time."

"Don't talk. Just... Damn it!" She hides her face into the pillow and screams. "Fuck you. Harder."

That woman sure swears a lot. But I get it. I. Fucking. Get. It. "Fuck, yah." I let loose and pummel her into the mattress.

She comes with a long, "Fuuuuuuck you," her vaginal muscles clenching down on me, spurring me on.

I grunt and pull out as the orgasm races down my spine, jerking the rubber off roughly. When I blow my load, it hurts. I aim at her ass, her red cheek, her back, her anus. Fuck yah.

I've debased an angel.

The thought makes me grin.

Kendrick, the cocky bastard, carried a picture in his pocket. Some dirty, scrawny, naked girl sleeping in the grass. All legs, no tits yet to speak of. She must have been like twelve in that picture. I wonder how old she is now.

Even as bony as she is now, she sure has grown into her body. The tattoo is still there, though, as bright as if she'd gotten it yesterday. That 4 is another thing that I won't ask her about.

The girl has secrets. They're swirling lazily in the depths of her eyes.

Fucking corny.

"What the fuck are you doing to me, princess?"