Short Erotic Stories

Part one

    He starts to unbutton the shirt that's draped around me but I sit up and pull it off before he gets to the second button. Kyle looks at me hungrily and pushes me back down. I let out a noise somewhere between an huff and a moan. He drops his head to my chest and I tense up with anticipation. He knows what I want him to do. I moan when he doesn't touch my breasts and instead kisses my neck. "Kyle," I beg softly.

    "Yes?" He's teasing me. I let my head fall back and he bites my earlobe.

    In the middle of a groan I answer, "You know what I want, stop messing around, please."

    "No messing around?" He questions me before dragging his tongue over my collar bone.

    "Jesus Christ, yes!" I'm getting frustrated now. "Kyle, I'm aching, just give me what I want, please," I practically cry for him to listen to me. He lifts his head over mine and I can see that both of our eyes are glazed over. "Kyle, please," I pout to him.

    He drops his lips onto mine and with one hand at a time pulls my knees up so that they're bent next to his waist. I moan at the softness of his touch and place my hands on his grinding hips. I breath a little harder when he slips his tongue into my mouth and he breaths in my clean scent. He pulls away from me to kick off his boxers and my hands slip from his body. His erection springs free and I bite my lip at the sight of him.

    Bringing his body back onto mine, he doesn't enter me, but does what I was begging for him to do before. I grip his hair in my fist and roll my eyes back just when I close them. His mouth takes in my right nipple and finally sucks on it. I moan through my breaths and pull harder on his hair. Kyle bites my nipple and I flinch at the pain. "Ouch, don't bite it," I say breathless.

    "Mm, sorry," he mumbles, not taking his mouth away from my breast. I let out a loud moan when I feel a slight pain again.

    "Ah, are you biting it?" I moan, feeling light headed from the pleasure.

    "M-m," he slightly shakes his head. I can't stop squirming beneath him, it feels too good. My moans are coming out like half breaths because I can't catch a full one.

    He switches to the left nipple, sucking and licking. I grind my hips into him, feeling the head of his dick against my wet flesh. "Okay, okay, okay," I say quickly and urgently. "Okay," I manage to get out. He listens to me and stops. He grabs hold of the inner of my thighs and pushes me up farther on the bed. Once were centered on the mattress, he grips his erection and starts to slide his hand from the base to the tip and back again for me to see. I bite my lip and my eyes glaze over again. He scoots closer to my hips and places the tip of his erection on my clit. I let out a loud, exaggerated groan as he rubs himself against me. "Kyle, please," I blurt.

    His eyes lock onto mine and he orders, "Don't close your eyes." I'm panting when he begins to push himself into me. I tip my head back and practically scream with pleasure when I can feel him stretching my insides. "Look at me," he says stiffly. I look him in the eyes and I almost cum from seeing his daring stare. He rolls his hips into me when he's all the way in and I huff at the amazing feeling. With his eyes still on mine, he pulls out and eases back into me.

    "Mmm," my throat rumbles. "Daddy," I whine. He moans when I say it. "Daddy, yes," I say it louder this time. He groans sharply and pushes into me harder than before, making my back arch. A sheen of sweat forms all over me and it just makes it dirtier, hotter. "Spank me," I request, my mouth hanging open so I can get enough air into my lungs. He grunts quietly and each time he jerks into me a little rougher than before.

    "Roll over," he says harshly, but before I can obey he's flipping me onto my hands and knees. I press my face and chest close to the mattress but he places his hand on the middle of my back and pushes me down more. I clutch onto the bed sheets as I prepare myself for what's to come. He presses himself into me and gives a few short thrusts. I close my eyes.

    "Daddy, spank me," I beg. A sharp slap connects with my butt and I cry out. He rubs the pain away with his hand and thrusts into me again then slaps the other cheek. Kyle places his hand over my burning bottom and, again, rubs the pain away. He leans over me so I can feel his torso on my back. With one hand on my left side and his other hand on my hip, he uses his chin to move my blond hair away from my neck to kiss it. Then, without warning, he slowly pulls out and slams into me, making me gasp. He doesn't stop, not even for a split second. He keeps beating into me and I push back into his hips.

    His forehead is wet and cold from his chilled sweat. We're both panting now. I'm getting tighter and he's getting thicker. Kyle moans and pushes into me twice before I can feel him orgasm in me. This sets me off, the warmth of him is too much.