California Nights (Rich Boys of California Duet 1)

Including all the men’s magazines I’ve ever looked at and movie star boobs.

Yeah, Nevada looked better than all of them.

And I was the only one who had ever seen her like this.

Hot pride and possessiveness filled me as I gently cupped them and lowered my head. I was ravenous. Starving for her.

I tasted them, licking and sucking her nipples while she whimpered beneath me. My cock felt like it was going to explode in my pants, just from rubbing up on her. That would be a fucking first.

I didn’t care though.

I forced myself to focus on the task at hand. Getting her out of the rest of her clothes. I unbuttoned her jean shorts and unzipped them. Then I started tugging them off her gorgeous fucking hips.

I needed to see that pussy. Touch it, Taste it.

Pound it.

Right fucking now.

I slid her shorts down her hips, my eyes on her white cotton panties. I could see the shape of her lips through it. My dick jumped in my jeans.

Fuck, I hadn’t been this excited since I discovered whacking off.

Maybe not even then, I thought to myself.

She wiggled a little bit on the bed, showing me how turned on she was.

Definitely not even then, I decided.

Go easy, Clay. Virgin on board. Perfect, sweet but will not hesitate to fucking get up if you act like an ass virgin on board.

I slid up her body and started stroking her through her panties while I kissed her. I could not bring myself to rush this, no matter how frantically I wanted to be inside her. The thought that she was a virgin kept circling in my head, telling me to go slow.

My ‘other head’ was arguing vociferously.

I felt how damp her panties were getting and grinned. At least I knew what I was doing here. I slid my hand over her flat tummy and into her clean white cotton panties.

I groaned as my finger skimmed the edges of her pussy lips. Oh man, they felt so soft… I slipped a finger inside and grunted at the feeling of her tightness.

No man had ever done what I was doing. I had the sudden thought that if I played my cards right, no other man ever would.

Knowing that sent me over the edge. I sat up and tore her panties off her. Then I dove down, face first into her lap, nudging her thighs apart with my shoulders. An actual, literal fucking muff dive.

Her little pussy was so pretty. I kissed it like it was her mouth, alternating soft and hard strokes with my tongue. I pushed the tip of my tongue inside her and felt her clamp down on me.

Good. Fucking good.

I realized I was going to make her cum and I stopped, wanting to keep her on the edge as long as possible. I leaned back and grabbed my junk through my jeans, staring down at the beautiful girl on my bed. Her eyes were soft and unfocused. Her breathing, rapid.

Her perky ass tits were heaving with each breath.

God damn, the girl was sex on wheels.

She just didn’t know it.

Nevada licked her lips, eyeing me nervously. She was turned on as fuck but afraid. I felt something inside me twist.

I groaned, pressing down on my dick. I closed my eyes, battling with myself.

Fuck man. I couldn’t just do this. She wasn’t sure. I could tell.

“Are you going to fuck me now? Will it hurt?”

‘Hell, yes!’ I wanted to scream. But she was so inexperienced. So sweet… I knew without a doubt this night was going to be the best of my life. It was also going to end with a major case of blue balls.

“Don’t you get it, Nevada? I can’t hurt you.”

I reached for her again.

Chapter Twenty

Nevada

His fingers curled and twisted, exploring every inch of most most intimate part. But lightly. Like he was afraid to hurt me. Like I was precious. But I want d more. Clay was barely touching me. I whimpered a bit, straining for his touch.

He’d been toying with me for an hour now. I thought he was going to try and sleep with me but he hadn’t. He hadn’t even taken his pants off. He’d talked about taking my V-card enough in the past.

“Clay… please…”

“You want me, Nev? You want me for real?”

I nodded. I was scared but I trusted him not to hurt me too bad the first time. After that though, I knew all bets were off.

I knew because he had told me what he wanted to do. How rough he wanted to be. How badly he wanted me.

But what then, part of me wanted to ask. What about after? But I knew the answer. And I wanted him anyway.

I didn’t have high expectations for a legitimate romance with Clayton Westfield. A fling maybe. But a relationship? It wasn’t going to happen.