Plum

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His squirrel was so brave and also an open book. He stared into her shy eyes and placed a small kiss on her forehead. He could give her all the love in the world and it would still be less, she was so deserving of it. He had, had girlfriends in the past and all of those relationships had been so clinical and superficial. But with her, it was as if he had fallen so hard that there was no getting up. This little niña (girl) had done her magic on him and now he was obsessed, he didn’t know what he would do without her.

He brought his hands to her face and caressed her full cheeks, her skin was so soft, and he stared into her expressive eyes that spoke of her shyness. Her beguiling eyes that trapped him the moment he laid his eyes on her, and her lips, he could serenade about them his entire life. So soft, plush, full and red, they were made just for him. Kissing her was like biting into a ripe fruit forbidden for picking.

She was a forbidden fruit.

And rightly so, he wanted to hide her away from the world especially because of how naïve and gullible she was. It was so easy to cheat Plum, she wouldn’t even realise, it was so easy to take advantage of her innocence and he had to protect that. This purity in her eyes, her innocent and brave emotions… it all had to be protected.

He was so in love with her. He was so obsessed. Plum was his and his only. She was an angel, a priceless gem and a beautiful innocent and pure soul.

He opened the knot of her robe and groaned when he saw her beautiful petite body. She was so tiny and fragile.

“You are so beautiful my doll,” he groaned.

She bit her lip and he saw how the colour bloomed on her cheek. It was so easy to read her. She wriggled on his lap and he groaned loudly, he was hard for her and his er*ction was forcing to be released. He brought her mouth to her neck and inhaled her sweet scent. He placed a gentle kiss and she moaned a sweet sound as if the flowers of the spring had found a voice. He trailed his kiss down her throat till he reached the top of her lacy bra cup. She was wearing the lavender bra, he was so happy. He picked her up and walked towards the bedroom.

He placed her on the bed and gently removed her robe. Her blush ran down her body and she tried to cover herself only for him to take her hands and put them above her head. He hovered above her and brought his attention to her generous breast. He placed a small kiss on the bra and she arched her back.

She moaned and writhed under him. He brought her hand to the clasps of her bra and opened it. He threw the bra on the floor and stared at her beautiful plush breasts open and vulnerable in front of him. Hunger flooded through his veins and he growled a guttural voice from the back of his throat. He took one of her nipples in his mouth and gently bit on it; he released her hands and brought his own on her clitoral region covered by her lace panties. She was soaking wet. She placed her hands on his shoulders and let him do whatever it is that he had planned for her.

“Unbutton my shirt,” he growled in her ear and kissed her lips.

With trembling she began unbuttoning his shirt.

He threw his shirt on the floor and removed his trousers and boxers. His erection sprang free and he stroked it. He was so hard; would she be able to adjust to him?

He gently removed her panties and threw them on the floor, he took the condom sachet and quickly opened it and covered his manhood, and he hovered above her and placed it above her slit. She moaned and wrapped her leg around his waist. He slowly tried to enter her wet slit but she was so tight. She cried softly and pressed her nails against his back. He tried to enter again slowly but was met with the same tightness, with a strong yet gentle thrust he made his way inside. She cried out, a soft and pained cry as he penetrated her.

“Shh… it’ll be over soon,” he groaned.

Her tight walls clenched around him and he grunted heavily. A guttural sound escaped his lips as he thrust inside a little more. Small sobs escaped her lips as he stretched her. He closed his eyes and bit her shoulder and with one thrust buried himself inside her. She gasped and cried, her little body quivered in his arms.

“Yes, just like that baby girl,” he whispered.

He slowly started to move in and out and soon she seized sniffing. A while later a moan escaped her lips.

“You like it?” he asked.

She nodded shyly and squeezed her legs around him. He started to increase his speed; with how tight she was he knew he would come soon. He started to thrust in and out, the sound of slapping of skin echoed across the room.

“Fuck, you feel so good baby girl,” he groaned. He buried his face in her neck and clutched a tuft of her hair in a fine grip. His thrust became faster and her moans also increased. She started to make needy voices.

“San...hmm, uh…..Arsenio…San,” she whispered, urgency lacing her voice.

“Yeah baby girl, come for me,” he whispered in her ear.

She clutched tightly around him and gasped, her back arched into his body and her eyes were closed tightly. She moaned, a sweet voice, as she came around his manhood. Her little body quivered around him.

He started to thrust wildly now, her body weak and spent, soon he came too. An animalistic roar left his body; he wrapped around her body like a vine and groaned loudly. He stayed still for a while and then pulled out of her. He placed a small kiss on her lip and looked at her. She looked tired and spent, her body was still quivering, and a thought came in his mind.

“Plummy,” he whispered.

But she just mumbled something incoherent and slept off, a gentle smile came on his lips and he kissed her softly on the forehead.

***

He woke up, he was surrounded by the fragrance of his baby girl, and she moaned softly and rubbed against his morning wood. He turned her to him and stared at her, her eyes were open but she still looked so sleepy. Last night was perfect, his Kitten was so gorgeous and beautiful and responsive. Her body was glorious and only he knew how he controlled himself during the night. There were so many times he simply wanted to thrust into her but she was so little and small and sore. He wanted to give her some time.

He grabbed her breast in his hand and she bashfully pushed the hand away and covered herself with the comforter. He frowned at her, her face was red and she looked very shy.

“Now is not the time to hide your body from me Plum,” he said sternly, “you don’t get to be all shy on me.”

She shook her head and held the comforter tightly around her body.

“Okay,” he relented.

He got off the bed and she sat against the pillow behind her back. Her eyes were lowered and she seemed to be in a deep thought. Something was troubling his little Plummy.

“What is wrong Plum?” he asked.

She shook her head and looked away. He gulped and turned away but then he heard a little sniff, he whipped around towards and found her eyes glistening with tears.

“Plum” he whispered.

Why was she crying?

He sat closer to her and took her hand in his but she pushed it away.

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