• Nine •

Whatever fucker had taught her how to do that, I was going to kill them.

Thatcher

I couldn’t decide if I was pissed off that she walked around topless with her curtains open. It wasn’t like anyone could see her unless they were in her backyard. It still annoyed me.

Her tits weren’t as small as the sports bras she wore had made them seem. In fact, they were a solid handful with pretty little pink nipples. I adjusted my cock, which had thickened at the sight of her sweet, little, naked body until the zipper was cutting into it.

The tank top she’d slipped on after looking out here wasn’t helping. At least she’d sat down. Her ass was as perfectly round and toned as it looked in jeans and riding pants. I hadn’t expected the pink lace thong when she turned around and walked away. I’d thought she would choose a comfortable, more boring pair of panties. Those didn’t check either box. She didn’t need to leave her curtains open if she was going to strut around like that.

She pulled her legs up onto the sofa and crossed them, giving me a clear view of her cunt. Fuck, I needed a smoke. But with her eyes darting this way every once in a while, I couldn’t light one up. I wasn’t leaving until she covered her ass up or turned out the lights and went to bed. She was too exposed. I was sure no one else was planning on stalking her backyard tonight, but I still couldn’t bring myself to just walk away.

From here, it looked like her pussy was bare. At least the smooth lips that the pink lace wasn’t covering completely. I wondered if she was waxed. A grin tugged at my mouth. I doubted my little doll would let someone touch her there. If she was waxed, she did it herself. The inner war inside me—that wanted to keep her pure and wholesome, but also fantasized about shoving my cock in her mouth or pulling her hair while I slammed into her from behind—was ongoing.

Those fantasies would stay just that. I’d never touch her. I was pretty fucking sure I’d break her. She was too tiny, and the things I wanted weren’t for a little thing like her. Lately, she’d been the reason I closed my eyes when I got off inside a female. Thinking about her face made the orgasm more powerful. Another thing I couldn’t quite figure out the reason behind. It wasn’t like I wanted an inexperienced cunt, but, damn, the thought of fucking her worked me up.

She picked up the remote and turned off the television. Hopefully, she was going to get up or at least close her fucking legs. My dick needed to go down, and I needed to leave. I watched her as she looked out the window again. Then, she sighed heavily, causing her tits to rise and fall underneath that snug tank top she had on. I dropped my gaze back to her cunt and saw her hand moving, and then her fingertips slid down between her lips, shoving the strip of fabric that had been wedged in them to the side.

Jesus Christ. Was she about to get herself off? All the times I’d watched her, and not once had she even come close to doing this.

Her middle finger sank inside her tight hole, and my hands were at the button on my jeans immediately. When I glanced up at her face, she laid her head back on the sofa and closed her eyes. Those plump lips of hers were slightly parted.

I jerked my zipper down and pulled out my fully erect dick. Probably should leave, but I wasn’t going to. Her body shifted, and I dropped my gaze to see she’d uncrossed her legs and had them wide open now with her feet up on the sofa and knees bent. I squeezed my dick, then began to pump as I watched, completely fascinated. Moving closer to the house but staying out of her view, I could hear my own heavy breathing.

I wanted to hear hers. Listen to the sounds she made when she got off.

I could see the thin patch of hair now. She wasn’t completely bare. Just shaved.

She licked her lips.

“You’re playing with fire, little doll,” I whispered.

She didn’t need to let me see this, but then again, she didn’t realize I was out here. Her small hand began to work faster, then slid out and moved to her clit.

Ah, fuck, yeah, play with that little hot spot. Show me how you look when you come.

Anger stirred in my chest as the thought taunted me that she might not be as pure as I’d thought. Had a man touched her there? Had one seen her like this? I’d made sure to keep them away from her. She dated until I thought they were going in that direction. Then, I got rid of them.

Her body jerked then, and my eyes shot back up to her face. That pretty mouth was open now, and although I couldn’t hear her, I knew she was crying out. Another twitch, and then she relaxed and let out a sigh.

She had better be the only one touching her pussy.

Clenching my jaw, I slowed my fist. I wasn’t going to finish this here. I’d finish later in a hot mouth.

Dropping my gaze to her pussy one more time, I caught her hand as she lifted it up, and my eyes followed her movement. She looked at the wetness on her finger, and I squeezed my cock again, not able to release it. Then, she slipped her finger between her lips and sucked.

My body tensed and then shook as I shot a load onto the grass. Groaning, I pumped three more thick spurts of cum out. My knees felt weak, so I leaned back on the tree as I watched her finger pop out of her mouth, and then she stood up, giving me one last view of her perfect, compact little body.

Whatever fucker had taught her how to do that, I was going to kill them.