Roman's Little Sister

EIGHT

        

           Dean made quick work of getting me out of my clothes leaving me in only my bra and panties. I suddenly felt self conscious with what I was wearing and how I looked. I had heard the many stories of Dean and his appetite for women and none of the women sounded like they were inexperienced virgins. Dean must have felt my body tense up because he stopped kissing me and looked at me with questions in his eyes.

           "What's wrong Darlin'?" he asked as he gently kissed my lips.

           I shook my head and tried to relax. I wanted this, I wanted to be here with him like this. It was all I had thought about since the night in my apartment.

        "Tell me what you like Dez. Do you like it when I put my hands here?" he asked as he pushed my panties to the side and cupped my pussy.

          I gasped and nodded as he started rubbing my slit with his fingers. "What about when I put my fingers here?" he asked inserting his finger inside of me. All I could do was moan with pleasure at what he was doing.

        "Your words Dez. I want to hear you say you like it." he demanded.

        "Yes, I like it when you do that. When touch me there." I whispered.

        Dean smiled, "What else babe. What else do you like?" he asked kissing my neck. I didn't know how to tell him that I had never done anything more than what he had done to me, so I just shook my head. "I don't know Dean."

           I felt him tense at my response. I turned my head so that I wouldn't have to see his disappointment. He grabbed my chin to look at him. "First of all, you don't look away from when you talk to me. Understand?" I nodded my understanding before he continued. "Now what do you mean you don't know what you like?" he asked with clouded and curious eyes. I tried to push up, but he grabbed my hands and held them above my head. "No! You're not going anywhere until you talk to me Darlin'. Now talk." he demanded.

           I sighed heavily knowing that he would be done with me after this conversation. "I've never done any of this before. Okay! And I was afraid that if I told you, you wouldn't want anything to do with me again. And I want this with you. Happy now? Can you let me go now so I can't go?" I blurted out abrubtly.

          Dean's eyes widened at my confession and I contiuned to squirm under him trying to get out of the bed. He tightened his grip on my wrists. "Stop it! I told you aren't going anywhere." he said in an annoyed voice. "What the hell is the matter with you Dez? Do you realize that I could've hurt you. I got half a mind to put you over my knees and spank your ass for putting yourself in this postion." I gasped at the thought of him doing something like that.

          "All I've thought about since the day I met you was wrapping this sweet little pussy around my cock. So why would you think I wouldn't still want to do that if I knew were a virgin?" he asked me trailing one of his fingers down the side of my face.

          "I've heard the stories about you and the kind of women you like." I said shyly.

          He dropped his head to my mine and started laughing. He was laughing at me. What the hell. I had to get out of here. I started twisting my hands and trying to push him off of me, but I was no match for him and I knew that.

        "Fuckin' stop Dez! Why do you keep fuckin' doing that?" he asked.

         I narrowed my eyes and glared at him as pissy as I could before responding. "You're laughing at me. And I don't want to be here anymore."