Punk

When he said I was in big trouble, I tried to hide my smile.

I wasn't planning on complaining if he wanted to spank me more – that shit got me off – but he stopped moving his hips, then settled back on Jake's rainbow pillows, looking amused instead of angry.

I expected him to call me on my teasing.

I kinda hoped I'd made him really mad.

Instead, he pulled me down 'til my face was only inches from his and asked me for a kiss.

That sneaky fucking shit.

He didn't make me kiss him. Oh no, that would be too easy. My devious man just gazed into my eyes and asked me if I knew I drove him crazy. He hadn't wanted to admit it but he missed my stupid face. When he was up on other people's roofs, he'd hope that he would see me, and if he didn't, he'd drive until he figured out exactly where I was.

I shifted my hips, leaning in a little closer and kissing him quickly when his piercing rubbed me on the inside in the perfect place.

Then he said he heard that I was leaving for college in a month, and he wondered how I'd manage, what with the way I could never keep my clothes on. His hands ran over my back, up and down, then rested firmly on my hot asscheeks. I kissed his lips again.

When he said that it might be best if I spent all my spare time with him so he could keep me out of trouble, I kissed him even harder. I told him that he should have told me yes the first two times I asked him out. What a waste of fucking time.

He just kissed me even more.

He held on tight, rolled me over, and then fucked me sweet, slow, perfect.

Perv really was a shit. He made me come three times.

We had the kind of sex that wasn't really fucking, and we did it while we kissed. It took the whole afternoon, and when Jake got home, James was really snoring.

My perv says he doesn't snore, but oh yes he fucking does.

The End