“I don’t know,” she whimpers. “I’ve never…only to myself, only thinking about you.”
“You’re so fucking horny and sexy, Becca. It’s the real thing now. Be a good girl and relax for me. I want you to cream all over my mouth. I need to taste you. I need to taste how fucking tangy and young your creaming pussy is.”
“Yes, yes,” she moans. “Please…”
“Please what?” I snarl, squeezing her thighs harder.
“Don’t stop, Ben. Please.”
I smooth my hands underneath her ass, sinking my hands into her thick beautiful flesh. There’s so much of her to grab, sparking my mind, driving me into even wilder territory.
I can’t think. I’m a beast. My woman has turned me into my animal, thinking only of the moment, the lust, her taste.
She gasps and moans as I keep licking her, moving my tongue quicker, until she gifts me with the sexiest moaning noise. Her breath catches, and her sweet pussy starts to convulse.
I rub my middle finger over her juices, bring it to her pussy and softly slip inside of her.
Her pussy tightens around me, pulsing as I suck and lick her clit, snarling to let her know she’s turning me into a full fucking animal.
As I finger her, her pussy creams for me, flooding me with wetness. I slip my middle finger deep, swirling it in circles, driving her to louder and hotter moaning.
Slowly, her fingers slide over my head. It’s like she thinks I’m going to slap her hand away.
But it makes me want her more. It shows me how hotly the lust is driving her.
Reaching up, I press her hand closer against my head, letting her know it’s okay.
She finishes her trembling orgasm as her fingernails claw at my head, as she pumps her hips, chasing the last moments of pleasure.
I lean back, staring at her soaked and red pussy, her entrance looking raw and excited from all the fingering. Her clit looks ready for more.
Her chest rises and falls as she stares down at me, her hair sweaty across her forehead.
“That was… like nothing I’ve ever felt. But Ben, what can I do for you? I have to do something.”
“What do you mean?” I snarled, reaching for my belt. “I’ve got exactly what I want right here. Your tight, virgin pussy, ready to be owned, ready to be fucked like you deserve.”
I know I need to rein myself in, my voice trembling.
But it’s the sight of her. It’s the smell of her. It’s everything about her.
It’s like my seed has risen up inside of me, taking control of my words.
She flinches, and I know I‘ve gone too far.
“Ben,” she whispers. “I’m sorry, but….”
She pauses as though taking a moment to summon her courage.