ROMANCE: PARANORMAL ROMANCE: Coveted by the Werewolves (Paranormal MMF Bisexual Menage Romance) (New Adult Shifter Romance Short Stories) (85 page)

              Seth sat on the chair and his cock throbbed in the air in front of him.

              “You dirty little boy,” Jen said. “Look at you being all kinky for me. You know you're going to get your dick wet and all of a sudden you aren't such a rebel anymore, all of a sudden you do what your told when you're told and you love every second of it. Weird how that works, isn't it you dirty little pervert?”

              Seth smiled and nodded. It was clear that this wasn't his first time being a submissive, and that he liked it, but didn't take it too seriously. She was glad that he could keep a good humor about it considering she was about to fuck him. She backed up to him, thrusting her cunt backward with a sharply curved back, right toward his face. She reached back around her legs and grabbed onto his cock, stroking it up and down a few times before slowly lowering herself onto it. At first, she could only work the head in, and that was with some effort. She had to grab his thick tool and stroke the head of the head of the shaft against her cunt while it got wetter and wetter.

              “Seth, you dirty little fucker,” she said. “I can't wait to bounce on your big fucking cock. Look at you. Look at the smile on your face. You can't wait for me to get to fucking you, now can you? You dirty little fucking slut. What the fuck do you keep looking at me like that for, you little bitch. Look at the floor!”

              Jen didn't know why it felt so good to talk to him that way but it did. It made her pussy so wet she wasn't sure that she was going to know what to do with it anymore. She slowly lowered herself onto it and started bouncing. Seth let out a moan. He loved how it felt when she fucked him. She could tell by how he moaned and how he moved his body. She'd known the whole time how much he wanted her pussy. Maybe he was just as dirty of a boy as he was a bad boy. She hoped so, because she was going to have him do all kinds of things for her and to her and he had better be up for all of them or she was going to tan his hide with a belt. She kept bouncing on his cock, trying to slam down harder and harder on his throbbing member. It felt great to just let go and fuck him has hard as she wanted. For his part Seth did a good job of holding onto the chair and letting her ride him inverted.

              “I'm getting close,” Seth said. “Sorry I'm not lasting very long right now. You have to realize that I never expected this to happen like this so it's a little hard for me to mentally be in the place to last a long time.”

              “You better not fucking come, do you hear me?” Jen said. “If you fucking come I'm going to spank you until you cry for your mother. Did you hear me you dirty little fucker? You'd better not fucking come until I let you!”

              Seth was having a hard time not letting loose, so Jen reached back and made a circle with her thumb and fingers around his balls, and slowly pulled them away from his body. Not far enough to hurt him or anything like that, but just far enough that she knew that she would help him from blowing his load too early.

              “Do you like it when I play with your cock and make you last longer? Do you like it?” she said.

              “Fuck yeah, baby,” Seth said. “You're so fucking hot. Oh my God you are so fucking hot. Please don't stop fucking me. Oh my God I can't believe how good the sex is. Jesus fucking Christ you are a fucking great lay. And the whole being dominant thing, Jesus it's a turn on.”

              “You shut the fuck up!” She nearly screamed. “Only answer the questions I ask you, do you understand now, dirty boy? Do you understand what I want from you? Because I'm not your fucking mother. I'm not going to ask you nicely again. The next time you decide that you want to fuck around like that I'm going to beat your fucking ass. I'm going to take a belt and slap your ass with it until you can't sit for a week. And you know what? You're going to beg me to do it. I'm literally going to make you beg me to tan your fucking ass for being such a little fucker. Do you understand?”

              “Yes,” Seth panted. “I understand.”

              But Jen could feel his balls tightening and knew that it wouldn't be long until he came. She tried to think of what else she could do to make him last longer. She could switch positions to give him a little bit of a break, but she didn't want to do that. She wanted him to man and up and just hold his body accountable. She didn't want to switch simply because it wasn't what she wanted to do. She wanted to keep bouncing on his big dick as long as she wanted to. She decided that she would punish him for coming, but she didn't know how yet. As much as she wanted to beat his ass with a belt it seemed like something that he might not be so into when he actually started to get his ass slapped, and she didn't want to have to talk him into doing anything that he didn't want to do.

              “Oh, baby!” Seth said. “Oh my fucking God! Oh baby! I can't believe how fucking good your pussy feels! Jesus fucking Christ your fucking cunt feels so fucking good! I wish you'd just let up for a little bit so we could enjoy this longer!”

              “Shut the fuck up!” Jen said.

              She could feel his cock tighten in her pussy as she slammed up and down on it, and she knew that he was about to spurt his hot spunk in her pussy. She hoped that he would fill her up, because that was what she'd really wanted lately, a big cock to fill up her pussy with its spunk. And that's exactly what happened. His cock started to pulse and spurt his semen into her cunt. She stopped bouncing and ground down on his hard as steel cock, loving every second of it. She just couldn't get enough of his fucking dick, it felt so fucking good.

              “You little bastard,” Jen said. “How dare you come in my pussy without permission! Lay down on the coffee table, now!”

              Seth got up and did as he was told, and without wasting anytime Jen was grinding her cunt on his face. She knew that he'd be able to taste his own spunk, that was the whole reason. It turned her on so much, and she could tell it was turning on Seth as well. She figured that such a bad boy would be sexually experienced enough to be able to appreciate a new experience. She honestly didn't really know where it had all come from, but as she was brought to orgasm with Seth's mouth it didn't really matter to her where it had all been stored up, the need to dominate someone until they were nothing more than just a fuck toy for her to use. It wasn't the first time, but it wasn't ever something that was planned, it was always something that seemed to come out of nowhere, as if she'd been hiding it deep within herself.

              After they were finished and cleaned up she pecked Seth on the cheek, told him by, and left for home.

              When Jen got home she thought back on the encounter. It had felt good to make Seth do whatever she wanted. It would be something fun to tell her girlfriends and she was sure that it would be something fun for Seth to tell his guy friends. Although it would probably seem strange to some of them that a woman would act that way, it made sense to her. In the rest of her life she was always so prim and proper. She was always the girl who did the right thing, who waited the right amount of dates to fuck, who didn't let anyone talk dirty to her and always refused to send nudes to guys no matter how much they hounded her for them. But sometimes it was nice to just let go and tell a guy to do exactly what she wanted. It wasn't like they ever cared as long as they got some pussy. That was the really great thing about guys; they were always such good sports about it. That was important because if the person wasn't into it then it wasn't fun for anyone, and Jen didn't want anyone to have a bad time in bed with her.

              She ran a bath and slipped into the warm water, thinking about how Seth would probably never look at her the same way again now. But did it really matter this early in them having any kind of real relationship to speak what he thought of her? It wasn't uncommon for people to realize early on that they didn't know anything about the person they were getting involved with. That was all part of the fun of dating as far as Jen was concerned. She just didn't know how Seth felt about dating. Sure, he was a bad boy type, but at the end of the day a lot of bad boy types were cool enough to be secure in themselves and the person they were pursuing to let things happen organically. It was almost like people wanted to high five into relationships; like, “Oh hey, now we are dating so of course we like each other no matter what,” but that wasn't what she wanted to do. She didn't want to just high five into some strange relationship. And that wouldn't probably even be possible considering that she just made Seth her bitch when she fucked him. She giggled to herself as she played with her clit, thinking about how she had made Seth lay down on the coffee table and ground her pussy on his face until he'd come. That had been a lot of fun and she was glad that Seth had been down to do it. Because some guys just weren't.

              In the middle of making herself come again, thinking about Seth, her cell phone rang from the other room. She knew without looking it would be Seth. He probably wanted to ask her to make plans with him some other time. She was glad she could use the bath as an excuse because she didn't really want to take the next step of the whole make plans thing. She wanted him to wait and wonder where she was at with all of it. She didn't want him to be so sure of himself that he was cocky. But then she thought of how Seth really was different than most of the guys that she had chased after. That was something that was important to keep in my mind. So maybe she wouldn't have to worry about him becoming clingy and wanting her attention all of the time. That was something that a lot of people had trouble with, always wanting the attention of their partners. She wasn't one of those people, though. She really liked her solitude and she enjoyed it when other people did as well. It always seemed to make it better when they got together.

              But she didn't really know how Seth was going to be about the whole thing. He was a little bit shy, even though when they got naked he didn't have any problem knowing what to do. It was a lot more than knowing, that was for sure. It wasn't just looking around and taking what you wanted out of a relationship, or trying to make it in your image. There was something to be said for little things happen on their own, from a far off place, or maybe an aloof place would be a better way to think of it.

              Jen lay in the tub until the water was cold, and then she got up and started looking around for the just washed towels she'd thought she had brought up from the laundry room. But she couldn't find one. So when she walked out into her apartment, which was on the first floor of a rickety old house, and found Seth waiting for her she nearly had a heart attack.

              “What are you doing here?” she asked.

              “Don't freak out,” Seth said with a laugh. “You left your purse at my place. I didn't even realize you had one with you because yours is one of those super small ones. But here it is. Oh, and you left your apartment unlocked.”

              Jen rushed over, forgetting her nakedness, and took the purse from him. She was thankful that he was being so cool about the whole thing. A lot of people would have been real douche bags about it, and held it over her head. And Seth wasn't being weird at all about how she was naked.

              “But how did you know where I live?” she asked him.

              “Your ID,” Seth said.

              Jen nodded and sprinted to the laundry room to grab a towel. When she came back she found Seth sitting at the kitchen table, looking through a couple things he'd found lying out. One was a collection of poetry that she wasn't sure that he had heard of. Most people didn't really know much at all about poetry, even though it was something that most people, when they did learn more about it, found to be very worthwhile. She watched him look through the magazines and books and wondered what it must be like to be him, to be so cool about everything, and to be a nice enough guy to just come over. Without saying anything she padded into her room and started to get dressed. She wasn't really sure what to think about Seth just coming over. Of course she was thankful but she was just thinking about how it would be nice if he wasn't one of those pushy people who just decided when they could come over. But she had to keep reminding herself that he had a really good reason.

              “Hey,” it was Seth, leaning against her door post. “I don't want you to think that I'm going to just drop by. I'm not that kind of person. Even if we do keep talking or hanging out I'm probably not going to text you all that much or call you late at night and talk to you until you fall asleep. Not that it isn't nice to do on occasion, but I think you know what I'm saying. I'm just not the kind of guy to drop by unannounced, so I feel like I have to explain myself really well.”

              Jen smiled at him as she slipped a bra on over her head.

              “You know, I was just thinking about all of this,” she said. “And let's just not worry so much about it. You know what I'm saying? Let's just see how things grow organically, which is exactly what you are talking about. We should give each other space and what not so that we don't start to freak out about all of the stuff that relationships bring. I know it can be really hard on a guy especially because society makes it so you have to take the lead on everything, but please know that that isn't the way it has to be with me. We don't have to do that. We can just be who we are and not worry about anything like that.”

              Seth nodded.

              Before he left they kissed. When he was gone Jen sat and thought for a long time about what the future could bring. But then she laughed and shook of the anxiety. It was all right to get emotionally involved with people. It was all right to have feelings and seek out people to share them with. She had to remind herself that it was all right for her to be human, for her to love who she was as a person and for her to admire who other people were. It was all going to be all right, she just had to keep telling herself that.