"Upstairs. Let's go to my bedroom," Amanda said with frightening resolution. "I know what I want. I want you, Syril."
Syril suddenly became agape, but it didn't last long.
Amanda shuffled in his arms and looked into his eyes with unyielding tenacity. She then stretched and sealed his lips with hers, crushing the blocks of shockingness.
Her hands flung to the back of his head and pulled him closer, curling his tousled hair with her unyielding fingers as she coursed her heat into his mouth, sucking his soft lips reverently.
Syril didn't let up. He couldn't. Her body heat was welcoming him, her dripping pussy needed him. He could feel the unbridled fire crawling on her skin from this closeness, the need to be touched, the need to be fucked, the need to be held tight and be spent like the world around didn't matter no more.
He could even feel her hardened nipples grazing his chest through their clothings. Yeah, she was badly horny.
He kissed her back with all her passion, twirling his tongue with hers, coursing his own flow of primal heat, letting his hands explore every curve of her beauty.
It was a sight to behold.
He trailed his left hand below her sexy ass, finding his way in her velvety, sleek folds. He slid a finger in and was brought to her world of wetness and heat.
Amanda's reaction was instant—she broke from their steamy lip-lock and a guttural yell of ecstasy ripped her throat as he 'violated' her tightness, moaning a loud "Nggghhhhhhh!"
'More. I want you to be completely wrecked for me.' Dark thoughts occupied Syril's head as blood rushed to his pelvic region, erecting his eight inches dick.
His eyes were completely darkened, his dick bulging against his tight pants.
He started pumping her vagina walls with his finger, delivering slow thrusts that made Amanda cry all sorts of words out.
"Awwwwn! Ohhhh, fuck! Ah… uggghhh, oushhhhhh, yeahhhh, Syr… Ohhhhhh!"
"You like it, don't you?" Syril asked, his darkened eyes watching her lips for the next words.
"Yesssss! I love it!!! Don't… ahhhhh! Ughhh! Don't! Stop!" She cried.
"Louder," he whispered and pecked her lips, still pumping her wet pussy with his finger, now also wet with her juice.
"I looooove it, Syril! Please… I like it so much! Don't… uggghhh! You're driving me crazy! Don't stop! I… need… it!" She wailed louder, holding onto Syril as her legs were slowly giving away.
As if to stoke the fire, Syril seized her big, erect, glorious boob, and started sucking wildly on her nipple, all whilst still fingering her.
He inserted another finger in her pussy, now pumping faster and teasing her pebble-hard nipple, sucking and flickering, pumping and thrusting, kissing and nibbling.
Amanda? Her legs were quivering now, her breath becoming ragged as the immense pleasure threatened to drown her.
She managed to break free from Syril, moving several meters away from the sweet, wrecking figure.
"I… Syril… Please, up-upstairs. Up-upstairs," her words came out in incoherent stammer.
Syril could only smirk at her messy look.
He scanned her body lustfully, watching how her thick thighs were smeared with her fluid, how her legs trembled with accumulated and overwhelming pleasure, how one breast was freed and the other barely hanging in its confine, how her tight dress hugged her voluptuous body and revealed everything underneath, how her pussy was immensely dampened, how her cascaded violet hair scattered and clung onto some parts of her body…
All because of him.
Amanda could see that dangerous look, the evil smirk plastered on his face, but instead of being frightened, it pumped more adrenalin, spiced her desire for this young adult she had made a mistake of tagging 'timid and gentle.'
She summoned the courage to move closer, holding him tighter again, just to sultrily whisper something in his ear.
"Let's go upstairs, to my bedroom. There, you can destroy me completely."
She said this and staggered back, almost falling. It seemed she had used all reserves of energy just to deliver that sultry message effectively, because her legs quivering worsened significantly.
Syril hastily moved in to catch her, and in one motion, he swept her trembling feet off the floor, carrying all of her weight in his sturdy arms.
"I-I I can walk just fine," Amanda complained, trying to maintain a semblance of her pride.
"Shhhh. Just tell me the way," Syril responded.
She locked gaze with him for seconds before wrapping her arms around him, anchoring herself better and guiding him to her room.
Once inside, Syril gently laid her on the giant bed in the middle of the room, the bed big enough to hold six sleeping persons.
The bed was soft and comfy, the kind of quality only the affluent could afford, another luxury Amanda invested in for quality sleep.
And Amanda had requested to be laid and left alone for a while, just to get herself and recompose.
Syril adhered, calmly sitting beside her and resting on the giant headboard until she'll be ready.
After several minutes, Amanda's breathing pattern normalized, her eyes, never leaving the bulge in Syril's trouser, bored deep into Syril's.
She dragged herself to meet Syril, joining him to sit and rest on the headboard.
"Now, it's my turn," she cheekily said, chuckling as she slowly danced her fingers around Syril's build, tracing muscle lines, running her fingers on refined structures of his body.
Syril didn't bother to stop her. He watched her slowly caress his biceps, squeezing and worshipping his body like he had previously done.
After minutes of equally teasing his body, she started unbuttoning his white shirt, wanting to fully explore what the young adult was hiding beneath.
She yanked his shirt off in a matter of seconds and proceeded to jump into a straddling position.
Her legs were separated by his, one leg each on Syril's sides, completely over him.
Syril's hands immediately flung to her sides, attempting to seize by her waist curves. Albeit, Amanda was having none of it. She slapped his hands off and reminded it was her turn.
She looked into his eyes and perfected her own smirk, curling her lips into dangerous slits that hinted something evil was coming.
"You are doomed."
She leaned down, her hair a violet curtain around them. Her hand reached for the belt holding his pants, yanking it off in a surprising blitz. She proceeded to unbutton his pants, sliding the zipper effectively. Syril's breath hitched as he felt the cold slide of the zipper moving downward.
She leaned in, whispering against his skin. "And I'm going to enjoy every second of your destruction."
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Oof! Steamy? Don't know, only you can tell.
I just need to tell y'all, now. Crazy transition is coming soon. After this mission (if he succeeds with it), Syril is moving to Greenville College in Riverdale.
A whole new town.
New faces.
New girls.
New enemies plus the existing ones.
Insane powers.
Insane threats.
It's all going down!
Syril's life is about to become a nightmare or a dream come true... It all depends on everything and nothing.