Excerpt from my premium story too naughty for the bookstore, A Little Bedroom Cheat. Buy the full version on Smashwords or Amazon.
“Derek,” Samantha’s voice quivered along with her body, “I’m – I’m getting close. I don’t know if…”
“Shhhh,” Derek’s shush breezed over her moist lips, “It isn’t cheating if you cum for me.”
It was enough permission for Samantha. Gripping the sheets as if the
world would turn upside down, the girl whined and tightened every muscle
she had. Derek never stopped licking her clitoris and plunging his
fingers into her body, not even as Samantha’s thighs clamped around his
temples and refused to let go. Her hips convulsed as if she had been
plunged into ice water, yet her sex flowed hot with fresh quim.
Silently, Samantha came. Only the smallest whinny escaped her lips as
her spine arched like an overdrawn bow. She swore she would have fallen
into the air if Derek hadn’t seized her around her hips. Only when she
finally came down, panting and gasping, did Derek stop.
“Mmmm, you cum so adorably,” he hummed between her legs. His deep
voice forced her hips to jump – it tickled her over-sensitized slit too
much.
“Oh… Oh god, Derek…” Samantha managed. The bed shifted slightly near
her knees, and then Derek’s shirt fell beside her head. His jeans slid
to the floor.
“I want to see your face when you cum for me, Samantha...”
Samantha looked down at the boy who made her cum. Clad only in his
pale blue boxers, Derek knelt between her wide-spread legs. Samantha
couldn’t help but notice the tenting of his boxers, the great bulge that
rose just at the sight and taste of her. She bit her bottom lip without
thinking, staring at it.
“But… but we can’t have sex…” Samantha knew it was not right to
consider it, but the disappointment in Samantha’s voice came out anyway.
She had only had sex twice with Tommy, and it was… nice, she guessed.
Right before those times happened, chilly jitters of anxious want
coursed through her veins. The same chills ran though her now, her heart
skipping and pumping prickling icicles throughout her body. But she
didn’t want to cheat on Tommy with Derek, did she? Why did her body
already feel that way then?
“Samantha…” Derek said, his voice so low as he took down his boxers, “You don’t have to worry about that.”
“I don’t? How?” Samantha looked at his package as it swung into view.
She gulped. Tommy wasn’t wanting in that department, but neither was
Derek. They looked so different though. Samantha honestly thought that
all penises were like Tommy’s, bent at a weird angle like an over-grown
mushroom. But as she looked at the straight, hooded-phallus pointing up
her belly now, she thought it looked attractive. Manly, even.
