Ellie looked down at the man sucking on her tits.
"You're so not my type," she said to him as his tongue swirled across her sensitive pink nipples.
Ellie was used to chiseled men with rock hard abs and gorgeous faces. She had always dated models and that suited her just fine. Beauty appreciates beauty, and she was by all standards and definitions a beautiful woman. Ellie had her type, and let's just say John was the opposite of that. He was much older than her, in his mid-forties, while Ellie was the ripe young age of 25. He was still handsome in a roguish type of way, but Ellie liked pretty boys, and John was more like a wild beast that had never been domesticated. He had dark hair and tanned skin, a perfect contrast to Ellie's rosy cheeks and porcelain skin. Her long strawberry red hair cascaded softly down her back and the soft curls caressed her curves. Her eyes were pale blue with the innocence and vitality of a young girl in all her beginning sexual splendor.
"I could do so much better than you," she said, looking straight into his eyes.
John looked up at her and playfully bit her nipple in response.
"Ah!" she gasped as he greedily sucked on her milky white breasts and popped her swollen nipples in and out of his mouth.
"I know you can do better, Ellie," he said solemnly as he rubbed her perfect D-cup breasts, "but I can make you feel passion beyond your wildest dreams." He kissed her nipples and slowly made his way down to her tiny waist. He placed both hands firmly on her hips and pulled her panties down. They were lacy and cute, baby pink with strawberries on them. He smiled to himself at the silliness of panties, but his cock was rock hard as he unwrapped the sexy little pussy that would soon be his.
Her pussy was as perfect as she was. Totally smooth and bare, just the way he liked it. Her lips were swollen and flushed pink with excitement. He caressed her outer lips softly and she jumped in surprise. He ran his finger along her slit and teased her aching, swollen clit. This time she moaned.
"Oh my God, John. You're driving me crazy!" She bucked against his finger, her body screaming for more.
"What? With just this?" he pressed her clit harder and circled it faster and faster, "You're such a novice, Ellie." He said it to tease her but he secretly loved that about her. She was all talk. For all that bravado, she was still inexperienced and he was loving every minute of it.
They were still standing and by this point Ellie was buckling under the pleasure radiating from her pussy, so he led her to the bed and pushed her back, her soft red curls fanning out around her like a halo. She looked like an angel. And as bad as it sounded, he wanted to defile her.
He got on top of her and caressed her face. She was blushing furiously and he kissed her cheek. "Ellie, I'm going to fuck you right now, hard. I'm going to pound that little pussy until you're screaming my name. Do you want that?" Ellie shivered a bit and her big blue eyes widened in surprise. She licked her lips and said breathlessly, "Yes, John, I want you to fuck me. I want your big hard cock inside my tight little pussy. I want it so bad." With that he kissed her lips passionately and felt her body undulate in response.
Her pussy was wet and glistening and he licked his lips with lust. He positioned the tip of his cock at her fresh young womanhood and started to push.
"Go slow," she said worriedly, gripping his arm. "Please, go slow."
He pushed in slowly, the mushroom tip of his cock barely moving in.
"Jesus, you're so fucking tight!" He gasped at how tight her pussy was. His cock was being clamped down like a vice. Her pussy squeezed and contracted and he moaned loudly. He had never felt anything like this in his entire life. "Ellie, Ellie! Oh my God, Ellie!"