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"Oh Mr what did I do?" If he thinks he can seduce me then he has another thing coming his way.
"You need to be punished. And I know the best punishment." He says smirking at me. Damn that smirk does wonders to my body.
"I wonder what the punishment might be." I ask. Well let's say I purred. Yes purred like a cat. Meow
With that being said he captures my lips. His hands traveling from my face to my waist leaving behind a trail of goose bumps. The kiss is hungry like he has been starved for a long time. It is also possessive yet gentle. Three things that can't be used to describe a single thing. I responded with the same enthusiasm. I hope. Next thing I know I am being carried. I can feel him moving but where I don't know.
He opens the door and closes it. Still carrying me. Without breaking the kiss. He lays me on the bed and uses his body to support him as he lays on top pf me. Careful not to put all his weight on me. I was shocked that he hasn't broken the kiss. Damn he is good. Okay why am I saying this now?
He breaks the kiss and looks me deep in the eyes and says "you are beautiful" and continues to kiss me. I can't believe he stopped kissing me just to say that. But I was thankful because I was running out of breath.
The kiss got steamier as he leaves a few wet kisses all around my face.He kisses me behind the ear going down to he neck and sucked on the most sensitive sport, earning him a moan from me. Next thing I know my t-shirt is on the floor somewhere. I was wearing a t-shirt and panties. Don't judge, I wasn't planning on going anywhere. He sucked my neck while playing with my nipples. This is a lot. I could already feel the pressure building in my lower abdominal area.
I arched my back pushing my hips up and rubbed my throbbing honey pot against his already hardened member. He moved down and held my hips in place and sucked on my nipples. This was just too much. The pressure was intensifying. I need him to get down to action. As if reading my mind he removed my panties and he eased one of his fingers inside me. I whine through clenched teeth. He began to tease me, circling his finger inside me while rubbing my clitoris.
He then added another finger and began to finger fuck me. Pure torture. It is nice being fingered but not when it is part of punishment.
Sean made it his mission to make sure I would cry and beg for mercy but I wasn't going to give up. As he continued to increase his pace, my moans got louder and louder. The faster and harder he went, the louder I moaned.
Soon I felt myself reach climax. I was ready to cum.
"I'm about to cum." I said between my moans
With that being said he slowed down. It frustrated me. But what can I say? I am a naughty girl.
"Sean" I moaned out his name. He looked me in the eyes as if asking what.
"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked almost pleadingly.
All I want is for him to put that dick inside me and to fuck me hard.
"My love when you are being naughty you need to be punished." He said with one of his biggest grins ever.
"Can't you find another punishment and for now just fuck me hard?" And that's it people. My shyness and morality left me at that very moment. He had won. Our lover boy has won.
"I was wondering when you were gonna say that." He then moved up and removed his pants.
His cock stood there proud looking at me. My mouth watered at the many things I could do to it. He was huge. I mean huge. I sometimes ask myself how on earth he fits.
"You so tight." He says as he eases himself into me as I moan in satisfaction feeling utterly full and complete. Honestly speaking it is not my fault he has a huge dick.
I instantly waken up from my dream to my damp panties.
That was one hell of a dream. What's wrong with me dreaming of me and Sean doing the deed? That's plain out wrong. At some point in my life I will have to get a filter for my brain. Cause wow. That was wild.
But to be honest I wouldn't mind that happening.
I look at the time only to see it is 2 in the morning. With that dream, I doubt I will ever go back to sleep.
With that being said I wake up and get out my books.
Careful not to wake Regina up, I head to my table and start to study.
I shouldn't have slept early yesterday. Because here I am, 2 am in the morning, trying to study. I don't even remember Regina coming in. I must have been really tired. But I guess today is going to be a long day.
*later that day*
A lot could have happened. I mean literally but not me failing maths. That too considering that I roused up at 2 in the morning. Just to study it. It is technically practise. Says my subconscious.
But I didn't really wake up to do maths. But I still ended up doing it. So all in all I shouldn't have failed it.Right?
But we fail. And we move on. I can't help but think of the dream I had. It hasn't left my mind since I woke up. I haven't told anyone as it is a weird dream and I don't want them to judge me. And the one that will judge me the most will be Nelly. She looks like one of those girls that hide their horrible behaviors by emphasizing those of others. But we move.
And I also haven't seen Sean. I really hope I don't. I don't know how I am going to face him. Because honestly I have not processed the dream myself.
As if the heaves are against me for having that dream, Sean rounds a corner heading in my direction. If I didn't know any better I would say he was coming to me. Unable to look him in the eyes I look down. Flashes of me moaning out his name in pleasure come to my mind and I can't help but bend my head deeper and blush. This is embarrassing. But the dream was so vivid that I could have mistaken it for reality.
Get a grip on yourself girl. It was just a dream. Don't mix dreams with reality or you might just get hurt. Scolds my subconscious.
"Hey Love." He greets. And his voice reminds me of when he said "You are so tight." My mouth went dry. Why is this happening to me? Say something Loverina. I scolded myself. This is beyond embarrassing.
"Uhm..." I clear my throat. "Hey Sean." My voice comes out squeaky.
"Are you okay?" He asks
I think of a quick lie. "Nope. It is just that the maths paper was unbelievably hard. I woke up at 2 but that didn't help. I am in need of some rest."
"Would it be a bother if I would ask you to accompany me to town? Considering the fact that you are tired?" he asked. Why the fancy English? I should really stop judging people.
"I really don't know. Plus I barely know you." I say trying to desperately come up with an excuse. Why am I even trying when I know fully well that I am dying to go with him?
"Well this way we will actually get to know each other better. And I would buy you that chocolate. What do you think?" he asks
"Well, will it be wrong to say that I would love to?" I asked. You can't judge me. When a handsome guy offers you a stroll and buys you a chocolate, accept darling. A chance like this comes once a year.
"Not at all. I guess that's why I asked you in the first place." And then we shared an awkward laugh. This is going to be a long journey.
OR IS IT?