Bullied and the Bitch

Chapter 21: All or Nothing

"So your job is done, daddy?" El asks at dinner. He nods.

"We'll be starting the new one in the week after the next. All of you-" He looks at Simon, Samuel and I. "- Get ready,"

"Yes, sir," We intone harmoniously.

He nods, satisfied, looking back down at his food. I catch El's eyes and smile at her. She smiles back automatically.

I take a deep breath through my nose, my mouth too busy crashing into El's. How is she able to taste so sweet without doing a thing?

She squeaks softly as I push her into the bed and we collapse onto it together, bouncing once. I press my body into her softer, slighter one, admiring how soft she is. Like some kind of teddy bear. Her hands grip my back, brushing my shoulder blades, before sinking her nails into the flesh right above it.

I'm forced to let her go when we run out of oxygen, but I don't stop licking her, nipping her, touching her all over.

"I missed you," she whispers, as her lips find my brow, laying a light kiss there as I'm lavishing her breasts with attention. I'm glad I had the presence of mind to help her shed her T-shirt and shorts. And my pyjama pants. Now it was just the boxers and her panties that stood in the way of me plunging deep into El.

"I missed you too."

"You've made me hate sleeping alone," she confesses. I stare at her, wondering is she's joking. Then I laugh. She slaps my bare chest. "It's not funny. It's really lonely. And cold."

"I'm sorry," I chuckle, kissing her tiny hand. "I promise to chain myself to the bed, and not leave it until you say so, okay?"

"Mmm. That sounds good," she says, kissing my lips, capturing them, and then pulling away, then doing so again. Teasing me. In the end I just grasp her head and hold it in place so I can kiss her, my tongue invading her mouth and greeting her own tongue.

When we part, she's flushed and breathing hard. "Ian... Condom..." she says. I groan, and crawl off her slowly, reaching down for the pants I left on the floor and pulling the condoms out of the pocket. I hand it to her as I remove my boxers. She's removed her panties while I was getting them out of my pocket.

Once I'm done, I face El, who's on her knees on her bed, facing me. Her hands grasp my shoulders, and suddenly I'm on my back on her bed, gazing up at her ceiling. She fiddles with my cock, and I glance down. She's frowning at the condom.

I laugh. I can't help it.

"Want some help?"

"Yes please," she says sheepishly. I take it from her and roll it on hastily. Then I grab her waist and help her straddle me. Her weight settles on my hips, but I barely feel anything. She's too light. My cock feels it though, as I bump against her wet pussy lips. She adjusts her legs on either side of me, then holds my dick steady upwards, towards her slit.

She doesn't waste any time and allows her weight to help her sink down on me, before thrusting her hips downwards. We let out low groans as we're connected once again. I grab her hips and pull her down further, so that I'm to the balls inside her tightness.

I'd masturbated once, after her blowjob, but after that I'd been so busy and tired to waste my energy doing something like that. My cock is so sensitive, I have to hold her steady on me so that I don't cum and end this whole thing before it even has the chance to begin.

"Too good?" she asks above me, her tone both knowing and teasing.

"God, yes. You have no idea."