Chapter 82

• I storm into the shower and wash myself off, trying to decide what in the hell to do about her. It’s obvious I’m not going to be able to last much longer, but, god, I hate giving in to her. If she wants her cherry popped, I’ll pop her goddamn cherry, but first I’m going to teach her a lesson. I’m going to make her beg for my cock, and only when she’s nearly insane with need, much like I am now, will I claim her little pussy and make it mine.
• Feeling a little better about the situation, I continue with my day, smiling at how it must be driving her crazy that I didn’t reply to her little fuck video. My good mood immediately disappears as soon as it’s evening and I see her running across the street to me in the world’s tiniest workout outfit. Her dark hair is in a ponytail, and the hot pink sports bra she’s wearing is making her tits look amazing. There’s a zipper in front, and the urge to reach out and unzip her, letting her full tits spill out is unlike anything I’ve ever known. Every step sends them bouncing, and by the time she’s in front of me, I’m hard as fucking steel and getting grumpier by the second. Her tiny black shorts are skintight and so short that part of her perfect, round ass is showing, giving me little peek-a-boo glimpses every time she takes a step.
• “Hey, Damon,” she says, and I’m amazed that she can still sound so fucking sweet and innocent after everything she’s done. If I didn’t have the proof of her photos and video, I’d never believe she’d do something like that. It’s the mix of innocent and bratty slut that has my mind reeling and my body tense with the need to bury my cock inside her.