“I can’t think of anything else we should be doing.” He lifted up her vest shirt, tugging it over her head, dropping it to the floor.
She didn’t argue with him as he did this.
He saw her nerves, so he released her long enough to pull off his own shirt.
Her gaze landed on the ink that covered his chest and arms. He didn’t have any problem with her looking her fill. Capturing her hips, he tugged her close, running his hands back over her curvy ass.
So ripe.
So full.
Soon, she’d be all his.
He’d intended to take his time, to seduce her, to make her fall.
Two years was a long enough wait for her. Now, he intended to have her, to fuck her, and to keep her.
Moving her back toward the bed, he pushed her down, capturing her pajama shorts. Tugging them off her body in one swift movement, he gripped her knees, spreading her thighs wide. “The next time we go shopping, I’m buying you lingerie. Sexy little pieces so I can think about your cute little pussy pressed against them.”
The bra she wore had a catch in the front, and he flicked it open, her large tits spilling out. He noticed whenever she wore pajamas around the house, she always wore a bra beneath. He figured it was due to her large tits.
She went to hide her body from him, but he caught her hands. “No, you don’t hide from me, not ever. I want to see you every single chance I get. You’re perfection, Tessa. Don’t ever think otherwise.”
He cupped her tits, pressing them together. Teasing each hardened nipple, he skimmed the tips of his fingers down her body, going to her stomach then to her thighs. He knelt between them, and he touched her pussy, spreading her open so that he could see her slit.
She was already so wet. Touching her swollen clit, he teased across, over, and around her sweet nub.
“You’re so wet, baby, so fucking perfect,” he said. “You’ve never been touched before, have you?”
She shook her head.
“You ever given yourself an orgasm?” he asked.
She bit her lip again but nodded.
“You have? You touched this sweet little cunt.”
“Yes.”
“One day I’ll get you to show me exactly what you do. I’d love to see you stroking yourself. I bet it’s so fucking sexy.”
He pinched her clit, seeing her cry out. Her body arched up off the bed, her tits shaking as he stroked her. She was … perfection.
“You ever think about me touching you?” he asked.
“No. You’re my boss.”
He took her clit between his lips and sucked hard. Releasing her, he stroked over her clit, going back and forth. “From now on, I want you to think about me. Think about my lips on your pussy. My cock sliding deep inside you, fucking you.”
He gripped her ass, and lifting her pussy up against his mouth, he started to lick and suck from her virgin cunt. So ripe, so ready for the taking.
He was going to ruin her for every other man, to have her come to him.
Lowering her down to the bed, he opened his pants, taking out his large dick. He was so hard, and the tip was leaking pre-cum already. Smearing his arousal into his length, he worked himself, moving up and down.
Licking her pussy, seeing her naked, spread out under him, was so right. This was why he’d been patient to begin with.
Tessa belonged to him, and he was going to keep her.
“I want you to come on my tongue, baby. Give it to me. Come for me.”
She let out a whimper, and as he stroked over her clit, drawing her closer to the edge, he saw her body change, the way she started to tense up until she finally hurtled over the edge into bliss, crying his name. As it filled the air, he stroked her to orgasm, feeling his own start to build. His balls ached, and he wanted to shove himself deep inside her, but instead, he lifted up, taking possession of her lips as he came over her pussy and stomach.
There would be time to take her, to fill her with his cum.
That day wasn’t today.
Chapter Five
After Alonzo made her come and he’d found his release on her stomach, he’d gone to her bathroom, grabbed a towel, cleaned his cum from her, and then left. It had to be one of the strangest, most erotic moments of her life.
Why had he left?
Did she do something wrong?
She’d brought herself to orgasm many times with her hands. She wasn’t immune to wanting sex or even desiring it. There were times she wished a man would approach her, ask her out, or at least do something which would lead to sex. So far in her life, she’d gotten nothing, nada.
As far as her experiences went, last night failed on so many levels.