His Pumpkin - BOOK I

“The Point of the sedUction is to ManiPulate her sKin like it Is only you whom she waNts for a touch.”
*** Mature content ***
Aiden POV
It imparts a slight bitterness in my tongue as I draw the smoke into my lungs and blew out the sickly smelly puff of my cigarette. A cloudy circle was formed, small at first, then becoming bigger as it travels through the air and vanishes afterward. The spark of fire in the white stick turns to ashes after I squeeze it in the transparent glass ashtray, leave the cigarette’s orange tip standing before walking towards the bed.
Smoking is not my habit, I get only one stick every time I need to plan something paramount, just like now while standing beside the foot frame of the bed. My eyes travel to her long legs, tucking a square pillow in between the chubby curvy hips that carry some baby fats yet delicious for me to watch. Her smooth, light brown skin is what I love the most about her. The side of her rounded, medium-size boob is paired with a cute, light-pink tit.
Sleeping in a side-view position, her raven black bob-cut hair is too short to cover her parted plummy lips that blow soft sound, arched-pointed nose, wavy lashes in her closed eyes that hold a brown pupil under its lids. In her nakedness lying in bed, my length gradually reacts just by scanning her.
The breeze of the electric units that make the room cold doesn’t stop the heat from gliding in my skin when my eyes spotted the red stain in the white bedsheets near her baggy butt. Her innocence, her pureness that I took one hour ago...
“Relax, Pumpkin.”
My word doesn’t seem to comfort her because the two legs that tacking me in between are voluntarily vibrating. Her chest is waving, coral lips are bleaching to fade. Her eyes that as honest and open as a little girl, are sleeved with alarms. The unwrinkled forehead of her before is now wrinkling.
“Take a deep breath,” I tell her.
“Wolf…”
Even her voice was trembling as she called me by my code name only, which she and I used. Clutching the back of her thigh, I locked the head of my shaft between the buds of her opening, positioning my cock to allow later not just the tip but the entire length.
“Go on,” I speak and travel my thumb on her meaty lips.
Following me, her chest rises as she catches some air to fill her cage and slowly spills it out of her mouth. My lips curled on the side of my cheeks, watching how she obeys me. The hole in her neck becomes deep as she gulps with full of tense.
“Good, now do it again.”
Eyes fixed on her, the rounded breast of her swab in my chest as she let her cage store air once again, held it in her lungs. In that state, I thrust my starving, angry dick in her hot little hole. I shove my full stem, leaving only my nuts outside.
Rough masses of her air blow in my face. Her almond-shaped eyes turn round, wide to the riches with her skin soil with ruby. Her teeth munch her colorless lower lip, crease the bedsheet on her grips, and her brows crumple as tiny sweats seed in her forehead.
“Wolf…” She whispers.
The shadow of pain is in her globes as she places the sole of her feet at the back of my lower limbs, barricading me when she feels my intention to move my frame on top of her porcelain body. She is too fragile, too pure that build for my folded index finger to rub her apple-colored cheek.
“It’s okay, pumpkin. You handle me so well.”
My face falls to her, lips press to her tasty layer, sip the buds before slipping my tongue inside and consuming her mouth. Her moan flees in the space between our battling tongues, permitting me to grip her thighs, pull them and remove from stopping my legs as I gently rock my butt.
Her hands dive to my back and dig her nails, try to reduce the pain she’s still bearing. Glittering water suits our skin, eyes are closed while my body keeps at the same mild pace. The count of electric volts doubles, tingling my fiber, inflaming my system, feeling the tightness of her core.
I do fuck. Yet there is something about her softness, her scent, her warmth that intoxicates me and makes her different from the others. The moan escaping now in her mouth as she enjoys the rhythm of my dance is music to my soul. Her innocence is sending me to heaven right at this moment.
No! The devil inside me shouts, defeating the yell of my body, that she is special, that she is unique, that she is someone different to me. It can’t be!
The fighting thought leads me to harden my thrust, change the rate of my dig, fill the space of her deepness as I cupped her cheeks while we are catching our breath.
“Wolf!” she screams.
“Fucking so tight, Pumpkin…” I wail.
My hands stow in her waist, pinned her to the mattress, for she slides up in my every solid bang. Veins are swelling in my muscle, butterflies are playing in my abdomen, tinging every meat inside as I keep the savage strike in her dripping hole. It’s ecstasy, removing the control in my senses and releasing the wild animal in me.
Her fire is exquisite. They cultivate pleasure in every push and pull in her soaking wall, and I love how I stretch her, how her warm slit covers me firmly, hugs my cock with the combination of crushing, which drives me more insane. Her hand doesn’t know where to grip, where to earn some strength as I let her hear my moan and explode her mental state.
“God… what is thisss…” she squalls.
Her long fingers run to the strand of my hair, grip it, raise her butt to welcome further my assault while trying to understand what she is feeling inside.
“Ooohhh… you’re coming, Pumpkin…” I whisper in her ear between my whimpers.
Push and pull, up and down, I let my veiny shaft saturate her more, fed her more until there is no more space in her hole but my length. And it’s heaven, unbelievably euphoric as she sends me into a feverish condition.
“Come on, pumpkin, shower me with your creamy milk…” I command, as I keep my ram.
Her head falls backward, body damps with her sweat and my sweat that drops on her. The curvaceous meaty frame of her quiver, her toes unbend as she screams my name in her final moan. Ecstatic follows when my sensitive shaft feels the warm fluid covering me, soaking my length, saturating my nuts.
It’s extravagantly good, so good that I poke my swelling shaft in her core deeply, crash my dick further with a quicker tempo, momentous as there is nothing more to hear in the room but a banging flesh, delirious moan and the state of running out of breath.
“Wolfff!” she yells once again, reaching her peak for a second time.
“Damnnn…. My fucking delicious cave!” I squall.
In our burning body, our juices unite inside her as we received the glory of satisfaction. My exhausted body sinks on top of her, the air still racing in our cage, my eyes shut as I feel her fingers gently comb my hair.
“I love you, Wolf,” she whispers in her sleepy voice.
Shoving my head on the loop of her neck, I kiss her upper collarbone as an answer. Then darkness eats us both.
Stepping on the side of the bed, I picked one by one her school uniform scattered on the floor. The ID is still clipped in her white blouse collar. Facing it to me, I read the bold lettering on the square laminated card.
Quinn Osbourne.
BS in Business Administration.
Born on September 18, 2002.
Seventeen, she is only seventeen, yet today she gave me everything. Running my finger over her name, my eyes glued on her surname. Osbourne. The name who sends me to hell makes me befriended with the devil and gives me horns to become one of them. It’s their big mistake that they forget about us, forget about me because I don’t forget… and definitely never forgive.
Dropping my gaze to the angelic face of his only daughter, my lips lift for a dangerous smile. There’s a grin of triumph on my face when I sit on the edge of the bed. I softly rub her cheek and a growl escapes from her mouth.
“Wake-up, pumpkin, it’s time to go home.”
Leisurely opening her eyes, the brown sphere of her welcomes me, then her sweet smile draws in her pinkish lips.