“Well… I wore my jeans loose back then, and… I have obviously grown since I wore this shirt last. Could… I wear one of yours again?”
He laughed. “No, no way. The Powerpuff girls are exactly where they need to be,” he teased, his eyes shining as he looked at the distorted image of the old cartoon, bulging around her breasts. “Those real?” he asked, cupping her breast in his hand.
She jerked back. “Yes! Don’t do that!”
“I’ll do as I please,” he grinned, moving closer and backing her to the bed. “They just don’t really… fit the rest of you. Such a tiny little thing and then… those.”
“They’re a small D, not something ridiculous.”
“Mmm, maybe. Maybe it’s just because of how small you are, it makes them seem bigger. Take off your top and your bra, show me.”
“No!”
He grinned and moved closer, bending and grabbing the hem of the shirt. “Let it go,” he warned as she hugged herself to keep it in place. “This thing will shred easily and then you won’t have a shirt to wear out front here in a while. Let it go, now.”
She relaxed her arms, but was still tense as he pulled it off of her. He reached behind her and undid her bra, but she held that on too.
“Cherry, do you really want to piss me off? I think you might have an inkling as to why no one ever pisses me off. You want to see if you are the exception? Keep fucking trying me.”
She let go and he pulled it off of her, then eased her down to lay on the bed as he closed the distance and put his mouth around her breast with an appreciative moan. She whimpered, then gasped, her back arching in shock.
“Mmmmm,” he growled, drawing his teeth over her skin to close gently on her nipple. He moved to the other and she writhed under him, her hands on his shoulders as if to push him away.
His hand slid down to her jeans and undid them.
“No!” she pleaded in a whisper.
He ignored her and stood, pulling her pants off in a fluid motion as he looked down at her. She scooted back on the bed and he caught her ankle quickly.
“Take them off,” he commanded, pointing his chin at her underwear.
She shook her head, tears flowing freely now.
“Take them off, Cherry. I do it and I parade you out there in your skin for everyone to look at.”
She broke down crying as he stepped back to watch. Her hands went to her panties as she hid her face, but she hesitated. “Why are you doing this? You said you weren’t a bad person, you didn’t do bad things! This is wrong! It’s illegal!”
“Calm down, Cherry. Take’m off. I’m just lookin’.”
She let out another sob as she slid them off, curling up to hide herself as she did.
“Nah, girl, none of that. I want to see all of you,” he purred, pulling her legs apart as she tried to twist away. “Mmm. Natural redhead, though I knew that. The landing strip is cute. That pussy is perfect, baby. Why don’t you reach down there and touch yourself for me? Show me how you get off.”
She shook her head emphatically and he chuckled.
“Come around here and I will teach you to suck my cock.”
She shook her head again, still trying to twist away as he looked down at her, exposed and vulnerable.
“How about I just eat that pretty little pussy until you are begging me to fuck you?” he asked lightly, sliding his hand down her leg to her inner thigh.
She shook her head again, breaking down into more sobs.
“Mmm, Cherry, you say no, but look at that little pussy. I can see you getting wet for me, you like me looking at you. You want me to fuck you?”
“No!”
“I’m going to let your legs go, but you will not move them, you understand? You will keep them right here, nice and wide for me. You close them, I will spank that little pussy until you are dripping for me.”
She shook, but didn’t move when he let her go.
He unbuttoned his jeans and slid them off, his hard cock springing free immediately.
She let out a terrified squeal as he stood, the monstrous thing jutting out at her. It was long and thick, uncircumcised and dark. He was smirking again as he watched her looking at it in horror. “You imagining how that’s going to feel the first time I split that little cunt open?” he asked, climbing onto the bed over her.
“Please! Don’t!”
“Shhhh, Cherry. Hush. Be nice and still for me, no struggling, nothing is happening. Yet,” he murmured, kissing her jaw gently. He kissed her neck and shoulder, then moved up and held her face as he kissed her lips. “I want to taste you, Cherry. Say yes.”
She shook her head, her eyes wild with fear.
“Let me lick you until you are screaming my name,” he groaned, then traced his tongue along her jaw to her lips. He felt her shiver involuntarily and he saw goosebumps go up all over her skin. He kissed her again, then again and again until she was less stiff. He lingered, kissing her more thoroughly, more passionately, until she was squirming beneath him again, her hands gripping instead of pushing. He pulled his hand from her face and slid it down to her hip, gripping as he moaned into her mouth. She didn’t struggle or tense, she was lost to him.
He moved his hand in, his fingers on her belly, but his thumb lower, finding it’s mark quickly as she jerked and sucked in a breath. He gave her no time to object, following her to kiss her again as his thumb began working her, making her body contort as she let out a mewling noise into his mouth. When her hands clenched and her body jerked, he pulled back to look down at her, watch her face.