Chapter 9

I couldn’t take my eyes off her, that same little girl from before, but now carrying a latent danger in every move. She always knew how to use her own fragility as a trap, knew how to seduce with a look of fake innocence. Lelly had grown up, and that made her even more dangerous. Back when we had something that was close to dating, she turned my life into hell. Now, there she was, sprawled out, panting, eyes squeezed shut and her pussy dripping onto my face in drops.

“Lelly, get off me, fuck!” I yelled, shoving her hard. She fell to the side, laughing, but still trembling.

“Holy shit, look at this… I need to dry off!” she muttered, lifting her fingers and watching the shiny wetness covering them.

She raised her fingers, hypnotized by the viscous shine dripping down, like she’d dipped her hand in egg whites. It was absurd how that tiny little thing could gush so much juice.

“I want you to suck me, bossy! Come here and kiss me, come on!” I demanded.

“You’re such a pain in the ass, girl, I was supposed to be in charge today…” she shot back, her face flushing with anger and lust.

“Look at the little sub getting feisty!” I teased, biting my lip.

“Feisty? No, active!” she fired back, trying to keep up the act.

“Then tell me to spread my legs wide and stay quiet while you suck me off real good.”

“You slut!”

“What did you just say, girl?” I jumped up suddenly, ready to take control.

The fight started as play, but it only took a second for me to lunge at her neck, squeezing lightly before pulling her into a fierce kiss. My hand went straight down between her legs, and before she knew it, all four of my fingers were buried inside her at once. She was tight, hot, trembling. Lelly always pretended she wanted to be in charge, but deep down, she didn’t know how to be active. She tried, she put in effort, but it wasn’t in her blood. That was my mistake.

“I’m not liking this…” she stammered, pretending to be in control, her voice cracking.

I yanked up her shirt without ceremony, dragged her bra up, and randomly picked one of her small tits, sucking so hard the skin turned red right away.

“And now?” I asked, my teeth grazing the hardened nipple.

“N-nothing… Normal…” she tried to keep up the act, but I could feel her body going all soft and jelly-like.

The sound of my fingers plunging into her was obscene, that wet smack mixing with the strong scent rising in the air. It was a smell that always stirred something primal in me, a raw instinct I couldn’t explain.

“Stop!” she protested, red-faced, wrestling with me. “Lie down, lie down!”

I obeyed, flopping onto the bed, my tongue slowly licking my soaked fingers while I watched her pull herself together, panting, torn between anger and arousal. I laughed at the unchecked rage she was showing; I decided to play it cool or it’d turn into a real war with someone who had way too much energy and free time.

She tugged off my old shorts and panties, but first she just stayed there, admiring. She always had this weird fetish for my worn-out clothes; I never really got why. Then, without any fuss, she went down to suck me. I’m impatient, I like it when they get right to it, no beating around the bush. And she did.

Her small tongue, her hot and panting breath brushing my skin. The wetness of her mouth mixed with my own slickness, and that concentrated heat there made everything throb. I arched my body almost without realizing it. Lelly was perfect with her mouth; she could do whatever she wanted to me, she had this power over my body that was impossible to explain.

I thought she’d take me all the way, that she’d break me right there. But no. Out of nowhere, she switched positions, climbed on top of me, and fitted herself like a puzzle piece, gluing our bodies in a perfect lock.

That’s when I really got nervous. Her crotch burned against mine, clit to clit, our wet lips in a kiss that was just skin and desire. I squeezed my thighs against hers, and she looked at me, silently asking if I was ready. I nodded, almost out of breath.

The grinding started slow, rhythmic. She was light on top of me, almost floating, like her skin was kissing me, wrapping me up completely. If it weren’t for the feverish heat of her body, the wet and pulsing friction, I wouldn’t have been able to tell if it was her mouth or her pussy rubbing against me.

My fingers dug into my own nipples, twisting them like I wanted to rip them off my chest. My eyes couldn’t stay open anymore, no matter how hard I tried. Then the rhythm changed, the perfect fit turned into urgency. The thrusts got hard, precise. The room filled with wet slaps, muffled moans, skin on skin, until the world faded away.

The orgasm hit like a rip, exploding and tearing everything apart. My body twisted on its own, almost shoving her off, like it was rejecting the pleasure because it was so overwhelming. I went at her like a wild bull, an out-of-control animal, impossible to hold, impossible to stay on top of.

When I came back to myself, she was sitting sideways, still half-tangled with me, looking at me scared and satisfied, waiting for me to say something. I covered my face; I had zero desire to let anyone see my “horny crazy” face in that moment.

“Good girl, good girl… I like it like this, when you cum nice and proper for mommy!” Lelly being Lelly.

“Shut up, girl.”

And that’s how we stayed, lying there, the energy keeping up, lasting almost the whole night. God, how I’d missed being with her.