Samantha Davies', 19 years old, life is flipped over after she accidentally flirted with one of the world's most notorious criminals. He is infatuated with her. Thinking she escaped him after moving to the US for college, she tries to start her life...
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I thought she was kidding, initially, but before I knew it, she slid off me and dragged her dress up and her panties down, to feel herself.
Shaking my head, I got on my side and watched her. She was simply beautiful. Her long curls draped loosely over her tender frame her long legs curved like a model's, her freckled face graced by rosy cheeks and her plump lips. Oh God, her lips.
I drew in my own as one of her thin fingers drew circles around her clit, painfully slow.
Her breathing quickened, and though I knew it must've been partly acting, I saw she was actually turned on by this. She was dripping.
"Wow, you've really become an old man," she remarked, fluttering her eyelashes up at me. "You would've jumped me a long time ago, if you were still young."
I sighed, "I know."
She didn't have to remind me. I felt bad about it as well, not doing her right anymore. It's not like I hadn't noticed, her getting herself off in the bathroom as I went to bed early after pulling an all nighter. And even here, I still couldn't relax enough to fuck her senseless.
"So," she dragged, arching her back like a cat, "are we going to have the talk now?"
"Talk?"
She simply rolled her eyes, knowing full well understood what she meant, and moaned softly before leaving her clit alone.
No, of course I didn't want to have the talk. I didn't feel the need to remind myself of my falling masculinity. I just wanted to have sex.
But I knew what I had to be done to keep this relationship going. "Hey, Sammy, I still enjoy sex, you know."
She exhaled as a smile slipped over her lips, rolling back over to me. Her hands were in my pants before I knew it, squeezing gently in my hard dick.
"I know."
"I'm just a tired old man." In pain, I flipped on my back and let out an esperated groan. "Oh dear, leave me. I'm no good for you."
"My, Sir, I could never! You have completed me!" She pecked me on the cheek and started to jerk me off.
Oof, I loved her.
Maybe I should tell her. Maybe, just maybe...
But I kept my mouth shut and let my mind wander off as she took place on top of me and slid my dick into her wet entrance. It was met with some resistance, like always, but her face betrayed she felt nothing but a pleasurable sting.
Good, I found myself thinking. Wait, was I still afraid to hurt her?
But my thoughts long fled out of the window as she started moving, and sparks started to ignite in my lower stomach. A warm flood washed over me in the form of sheer pleasure, with the occasional hitch of it as she rocked her body over mine.
