Chapter Three - Petyr

“Excuse me?”

“Come on, Petyr. You didn't come all the way here to talk about love.” She traced her fingers from my thigh up to my crotch and applied pressure. “I know what you really want.”

Against my wishes, my cock hardened.

“And you know,”She rubbed my bulge as she spoke, her voice barely above a whisper, “I want what you want too.”

With her eyes on mine, she began working on my belt. She pulled me into another kiss, deeper than the previous ones, wrapping her arms around my neck and pressing her soft breasts into my chest.

And then she moaned, a sweet sound. Hearing her moan literally made me lose my senses. I grabbed her by the neck, deepening the kiss.

“Looks like someone is hungry” She began working on my belt again.

“Wait, not here.”I said. “Let's find a room upstairs.”

I shouldn't be doing this. It felt like cheating on Cienna, but I was far too gone, too turned on to think properly or refuse.

All I wanted to do at the moment was to bend this gorgeous little girl over and make her moan and scream all night long. Little girl, I wasn't even sure of her age. She could be a minor and I could end up in jail.

What lust does to a man. But she had said she wasn't a minor. And I believed her. How could I not. She looked like a teenager but she didn't have the body of a teenager.

I took her by the hand and led her up the stairs. It wasn't the easiest thing to do given her drunken state and her busy hands. I pushed the first door open only to find a couple already at it, same with the second, third, fourth and fifth.

And just when I had started considering having her on the floor right there on the floor, I opened the sixth room and found it free.

My heart was pounding so loud in my chest, I feared she would hear it and know just how much I had lost control.

Why was I so turned on? Was it because I hadn't been with anyone since Cienna died? Why was I thinking about Cienna so much?

Well, Sirena seemed to share my hunger. She undid my buckle so fast, pulled out my belt and tossed it somewhere I hoped I would find. I took care of my shirt as she undid my fly and freed my raging cock.

I made to pull her shirt but she stopped me and made me sit. Then she began opening her buttons slowly. She was teasing me.

“Sirena,” I said, my voice between a groan and a whisper. “If you keep that up, I'm not going to be able to control myself,”

“What do you think I'm trying to do, daddy?”

“Daddy?” She was definitely trying to make me go crazy right now. “Sirena…”

“I love how you say my name. It sounds like a prayer. Like a plea.”

For the first time since we started talking, she didn't sound drunk.

“You're playing with fire.”

“Good. So I expect to be burned beyond recognition.”

She giggled and pulled off the rest of her clothes off. She looked even better without clothes. Her clothes did much to hide her d-cup breasts. And her tight ass. She had left her garter tights on. How I wanted to take them off with my teeth and kiss every part of her. Especially her sweet tight wet cunt.

But she was impatient. She didn't even bother about a condom. I watched her full hips sway seductively as she walked up to me. I took a nipple in my mouth as she straddled me, earning a deep groan.

“I happen to really like it when a man yearns.”She said “or begs. Whichever works for you.”

What was she talking about? I felt like I was about to explode.

“Sirena, please…”

“I'm not going to ask you to get creative with it

You're just going to repeat after me. And I'll help you.”

She lifted herself a little and dropped back on my cock. I groaned. Sweet mother of Jesus. I grabbed her slim waist and steadied her. She lifted my face with a finger and made me meet her gaze. Her eyes were filled with lust.

“Tell me daddy, who's your good girl?”

“You're my good girl.”

She chuckled and lifted herself again. She dropped back harder this time. I held her waist and hoisted her up gently and brought her down again, repeating the same motions twice again before she stopped me.

“I'm in charge here, daddy.”

She pulled herself off me and grabbed a chair and then led me to sit in it.

She held my hands at the back of the chair and tied both my hands together with her shirt, pulling a table closer until I could feel the edge on my chest.

Smiling satisfactorily, she climbed into the table. She crawled so close to me until we were breathing in each other's faces.

Then she sat down and spread her legs so far apart. As far as she possibly could and shifted even closer so that my nose was touching her clit.

Instinctively, I ran my tongue up and down her cunt, stopping at her glorious hole. She threw her head back and moaned loudly. Looking up at her, I pushed my tongue in and out, licking up her wetness and earning another moan that seemed to come from the deepest part of her.

She held my head in place and began grinding her hips against my face while I ate up my food hungrily.

In a little while, her body began convulsing lightly and her moans became louder so I knew she was cuming. I buried my face deeper, munching down on her labia until she was done. She bent slightly and kissed my lips stained with her juices.

My cock was so hard, it was painful. And I couldn't do anything because my hands were tightly secured at my back.

That was a lie, she was too drunk to even secure the knot properly and I pushed hard enough, I'd be free.

But I wanted her to be in charge. For once, I enjoyed being the toy.

She hopped off the table, pushed it back to its original position and straddled me again, rocking her hips back and forth gently. I could feel her wetness running down my crotch and staining my pants.

“Sirena…”

Cienna had always been the submissive one in the bedroom so it felt new and refreshing to be dominated, by a little girl.

“Say, Sirena please, please fuck me.”

I groaned. Even hearing her say the words was making me go crazy.

“Please…” She rocked her hips back and forth again and stopped.

“Please what Daddy?”

I swallowed, “ Please fuck me,”