I hadn’t told Bryant that I was still a virgin. It wasn’t going to be a secret much longer. We were headed to the Benson Estate, and my panties were getting wetter by the second. I didn’t want to just feel his lips on mine—or on my neck—I wanted to feel them on every square inch of my body. There was no way that I was going to get him out of my head unless I gave in to those desires—his finger made me come, but that just made me want more.
Somewhere in the back of my mind, I managed to convince myself that it would just be once—there was no way we could have an actual relationship—no way that I could ever face Victoria when I was secretly involved with her father. Giving in to that desire felt like a reset button—a way to get past constant strings of lapses in judgment that had been plaguing me since I walked up to him at the art show. It would be our secret—one that we always shared, but never revisited.
“There’s nobody here—right?” I looked up at the massive iron gate that led to the estate I had been to so many times when I was younger.
“No.” He shook his head back and forth. “ Dylan only visits on the weekends, and those visits are usually brief—you already know where Victoria and Shaina are.”
“Yeah…” I sighed and nodded.
Bryant’s son was the only one of his kids that still visited Carson Cove r
egularly, mainly because the university he was attending was fairly close. I had seen Dylan in town a couple of times, but we never said more than hey—which was still more than he ever said to me when I was visiting his family’s estate. Bryant’s daughters were hundreds of miles away at different universities—they only came home for long holidays and a couple of months during the summer. Victoria planned to return to Carson Cove after graduation. Shaina was in law school—and had no intentions of moving back after she was done.
“Ready to go inside?” Bryant pulled the car into the garage and killed the engine.
“I…” Every reason why I shouldn’t hit me all at once.
Bryant didn’t let the hesitation linger long enough for it to fester and change my mind. He leaned over and started kissing me. That put all of my focus firmly on the desires that had been tearing at me since I got out of his car the previous night. His lips made mine smolder, and I melted into the kiss. He pulled me close, and I pushed him back—not because I wanted the kiss to end, but because I wanted to be closer to him.
There’s no way I can stop now—the desires have consumed every rational thought I could ever have.
I crawled over into Bryant’s seat, and he pushed his seat back as I straddled him. Our kiss got more intense, and when I sank into his lap, I could feel his cock throbbing in his pants. My panties were saturated, and my dress started to ride up when I spread my legs across his thighs. Bryant put his hands on my calves—moved them slowly up to my ass—and wrapped his fingers around my panties. My pulse was racing—my heart was beating harder than it had ever beat before.
“Maybe we don’t have to go inside…” Bryant exhaled sharply and pulled my panties down far enough to start rubbing my pussy from behind.
“Wait…” I moaned, and the pleasure started to flood my system. “I don’t want to lose my virginity in a car.”
“You’re—still a virgin?” Bryant’s head snapped back, and his finger stopped moving.
“It’s okay. I know what I want…” I pushed myself back against the steering wheel and traced his cock through his pants.
Bryant opened the car door and helped me out. His lips found mine as soon as he stood, and he started pushing me towards the door that led to the house. The key went into the lock, and then we were inside the house—our lips never separated—Bryant’s tongue ravaged my mouth as I continued to sink further into the overwhelming lust that had taken hold of me. He pressed me against the counter in the kitchen—his hands went under my dress and pulled my panties down to my knees. I tensed up when his hand moved between my legs, and his finger started to rub my clit. I squirmed against the counter, and my panties fell further down my legs—then they were around my ankles and barely hanging on.
“How do you feel about losing your virginity in a kitchen?” He moved his lips to my neck and started rubbing my clit faster.
“It’s—not preferred,” I moaned and arched my back against the counter as I kicked my panties off.
“The living room?” Bryant pulled me forward and then started pushing me towards the doorway that separated his enormous kitchen from the spacious living room—he didn’t stop until I was against the back of the couch—and then his finger started moving faster.
“You’re going to make me come before I even get a chance to think about it.” My mouth opened wide, and I felt my body shudder.
“You’re going to come so many times tonight that you won’t even remember your own damn name.” He kissed my neck and nibbled my ear.
“Oh god…” My muscles tensed up, and I felt the pressure swelling inside me.
Bryant kissed his way down to my shoulder—then he pulled at my dress. His finger kept swirling around my clit and sending currents of euphoria through my entire body. I couldn’t even think. I just let the pleasure take charge and drive me towards the pleasure I craved. The pressure began to release, and my knees buckled, but I fell against him. The orgasm made my body shake as the bliss released the endorphins into my veins.
He kept his finger moving until the orgasm faded, and then he began to remove my dress. I tried to unbutton his shirt, but my fingers were still shaking. My dress slid down my curves, and my bra was exposed—he kissed my breasts through the satin while he unfastened it. The instant my nipples were exposed, I felt his tongue on my right one—he kissed and caressed it until it was hard nub and then moved over to the left one. It got the same treatment, and the tingling sensation returned as the desire roared to life again.
“Has anyone ever tasted you?” Bryant lifted his head up and his eyes locked on mine.
“No.” I shook my head back and forth and felt my pussy twinge as I imagined it.
“I think it’s time for that to change.” He took my hand and led me around to the front of the couch as my dress slid down a little more.
Bryant pulled me into his arms and finished sliding my dress to the floor. He pressed his lips to mine and our tongues intertwined as he pulled me down to the couch. His lips finally broke from mine and he teased my skin—then he slowly slid to the floor between my thighs. He pulled me forward, forced my legs apart, and let his tongue swirl against the sensitive flesh on the inside of my thighs.
The couch was so big that I was almost flat when I leaned back against the cushion. Bryant kept his tongue moving against my skin, and each sweltering kiss got closer to my pussy. I could feel the heat from his breath—feel the lust that was left behind from the pleasure he had already brought me—and then I felt his tongue on the lips that no man had tasted before. His tongue pushed them apart, and the tip penetrated my pussy. I sucked air into my lungs as he penetrated me, and then he started to kiss his way up to my clit. His fingers pushed the hood away, and then I felt an enormous sensation of pleasure as his tongue danced around the sensitive nerve endings.