Page 21 of The Dare

Michael

“Something funny?” I ask her a little confused.

Suddenly agitated.

I didn’t expect her mother to drop her off, and apart from grappling with the obvious age gap, I hadn’t counted on Natasha laughing once she touched my dick either.

I thought I was okay in that department.

Her eyes are wide, in concern as well as…arousal.

The pupils of her eyes expand, coupled with her hard nipples and sweet essence tells me her body’s more than just a little glad to see me again.

“It’s the horn,” she explains, gasping and then actually moaning as she looks down, stroking my still-growing cock through my pants.

I feel a thick bead of my precome seeping from my dick, which hasn’t softened since the second I laid eyes on her.

“The… horn…” she stammers, making me growl as I wonder if it’s really too soon to free myself from my pants.

To not only show her what she’s awoken, but to give her a solid lesson in exactly how it works.

Her eyes roll back and she takes a labored breath in, gasping again before her hands are flat against my chest.

Not pushing me back, but needing some air.

“I...It’s just,” she tries to tell me, but I get it.

I’m coming on way too strong.

Mutual attraction is one thing, but being jumped is something else.

“It’s just what you do to me,” I rasp, fulfilling my wish and guiding her small hand back to my now fully erect cock.

“See?” I groan.

“I know we’ve just met, but something feels like I’ve known you forever. Don’t you feel it too?” I ask her, sounding way too excited for a man who’s supposed to be giving her some air.

Room to breathe.

I take a breath of my own, and a step back to match it.

With her hand in mine, I sit her down on the wide seat and choose the one opposite her so I can get a better look at her while we talk.

Her face is flushed, sweat beading on her brow. I ask her if she’s alright.

Puffing her cheeks as she eyes me up and down, fanning her face with her hands, she assures me she’s more than okay.

“I just need some air,” she says, trembling as her eyes widen when I stand to adjust the vents. My groin is right in her face without me really meaning to.

I sit back down, gnawing my lip as I consider just how quickly all this has happened.

This morning I was a man looking to break the routine of having nothing to do. I was lonely, more than lonely.

I was desperate.

Now?

Within a few hours I know I’ve found the one I’ve waited for all along.