37. She is Barbie

**D-A-K-O-T-A**

"Wooo! Who is she?" Emara points at the picture on the wall beside us. I see a blonde curled up in Ken's lap, smiling at the camera. “She is barbie."
I again hear her crackle as she throws her head back and laughs like a possessed doll. *Too weird to be called cute.*
"If she is barbie, then I am Cinderella. You know my father owns ten large kingdoms and two hundred small villages. I am the only Princess of thirsty land."
*Talkative too.*
"Of course you are." I roll my eyes and grab her elbow as she continues to babble about how many Dragons and Vampires she killed with her scared sword. *What the hell did she drink?*
I carefully drag her down, where the music is pounding heavily. She is irritatingly slow, all I want to do is throw her on my shoulders and cover the distance fast. But I don't want her to scream and think otherwise.
What the- I notice fifty-sixty drunk kids in the hall howling and dancing to 90’s music while emptying Ken's expensive liquor collection. Who are these people?
This was supposed to be a private party. And not even a party. Just a bottle of beer before it all begins. "Where is your friend?" Fingers rub on my temples as I look through numerous dickheads.
"Aye that's my jam." The girl suddenly screams and runs in between the crowd. She is like that crazy wild cat that is entering one den to another.
Fuck! I walk in between the sweaty drunk kids who are falling on me and grinding as I walk past them. *Where the fuck did she go?*
And that's when I saw her.
Eyes closed, hands up and moving to the beat of the song, screaming the lyrics like she wrote them. I chuckle. I stride towards her, pushing stinking males from my way and around her.
With my tall height and intimidating personality, no one dares to stand in my path and create the way. I stand behind her like a bodyguard as she moves and jumps to the beat. The music is loud and banging in my head.
"She is over bored and self assured... Oh no, I know a dirty word..” Emara carelessly throws her hands in the air and sways her hips, round hips... Left and right.
* *Cough* *
I look away.
People around us push their stinky moist bodies to each other as more people join in to dance. I look down as suddenly, I feel something soft presses onto my crotch. I roll my eyes.
*This girl!*
Her ass brushes over my hips as she dances like she is born for this song. Or this song was made of her. Her round, plum ass again brushes my hips, and rubs on my zipper due to less space.
*This girl is like a wild naïve kid.*
I step back from her, but the crowd doesn't let me and instead pushes me forward. Our bodies rub together and I feel warmth running through my body as her ass grinds against my crotch.
Slowly and very, very sensually.
*Fuck*.
I suppress a groan as her ass again grinds my crotch while hands smack my face and neck. I immediately clamp her hips. My fingers dig into her dress before it rubs my groin again and I get stiff for no reason.
Emara slowly turns around to face me. With a height of 6'4 and a satellite view, I could easily see her deep cleavage that is on display. But that didn't catch my eyes... Her eyes.
Those hazel diamonds gazing back at me intensely, with ardent cravings that shook my ground. Her lips part as she looks at me breathlessly, and I lick my lips.
*Look away.*
Her eyes deepen into me. My hands stay on her hips securely as we both look at each other like two lost souls. We are the only two idiots who are slow dancing to a hard rock song.
*Look away, kitty.*
But she doesn't. Her chest rapidly heaves and falls, looking at me. I intimidatingly narrow my eyes at her but like a bold overconfident deer, she keeps looking, staring into my predatory orbs, like a challenge.
*FUCK LOOK AWAY.*
Our bodies get closer than ever before. Like a curious cat, she ogles me with interest, trying to confront my beast, confront something that is quirking inside of me.
*Fuck it!*
I grab the back of her neck. Such a small neck. Emara takes a sharp breath at my sudden harsh actions, and I slowly lean to her eyes. "Look away, kitty." I growl in a low voice.
Her pretty little mouth opens wide and she wet her lips. I feel a pang in my heart and bang in my pants. I instantly take her open invited lips, and conquer them in between mine with a groan.
*So fucking soft!*
She didn't taste of alcohol, or dry like other girls here. Her mouth tasted sweet and very wet. I feel her moan and slipping down from my hold. I tighten my grip on her waist and suck on her slushy lips.
Kissing her out of nowhere was a wild act of impulse, a gamble. But I couldn't let her go without tasting her.
Her hands stay on my chest for support as she kisses me back, slowly sucking my lips passionately in hers. But it is not enough. I push my tongue in her and taste her mouth from inside.
My other hand grips her hairs and I ravish her mouth like a thirsty demon. I thrust my tongue deep inside her hot wet mouth, stroking, exploring her moist sweetness. She follows my steps like an obedient kitty, and pushes her tongue in. Its wetness rubs on mine and I get rock hard.
*Fuck!*
Her chest rubs on my torso as her body slowly moves to the music. I grunt as her soft breast strokes on my hard chest, rising the temperature inside my pants to a flammable degree. She is playing with fire and dynamite.
My hands grab her tiny waist and get eager to explore other interesting parts. They slowly move lower and farther down on her leather dress, until my hands grasp the globe of her ass. *Perfect round.*
I squeeze her ass cheeks in my palms and groan with pleasure. Emara gasps as I press her hips to feel my burning erection. People around are us are still jumping and howling, but that didn't bother her or me.
My hands caress her soft inner thighs and curve up to her heated sex. Unaware of the drunk people beside us, moans of pleasure releases from her lips as I stroke my fingers on her flimsy panties.
She blushes deeply, the flush spreads from her cheeks, down to her neck, disappearing under her tight shoulder less dress. And suddenly I long to see how far it goes, how pink is she from other places?
*Fuckkk!*
Her dress stretches up as I push my knee in between her legs and she slowly grinds her sex on my thigh. I feel her wetness and cup her ass harshly as we dance.
I want to take her right now. The stiffness in my pants tells me to take her to that room, the dark room where I can reveal my dark desires.
I don’t remember being this turned on, especially not by a teenage girl. She is rare, someone I would definitely like to pound and hear her delicious cries.
I want to feel how hot she is from inside.
But three floors are too high to climb and I don't want to stop touching her or kissing her even for a second.
But then again, I am not leaving her or this opportunity.
I want her. Anyhow. Right now.