“Those innocent eyes are making me harder. And that sweet fucking mouth. You haven’t sucked any other man’s cock, have you?” When I try to lift away to answer, he snarls and thrusts against my throat. “You don’t need your mouth free to tell me.”
Oliver is right. I shake my head.
“I love that I’ll be the first—and only—man to come in your mouth, pussy, and ass.” He sounds gratified by that prospect. “I promise to keep you so full and sated, you’ll never want anyone else.”
I try to smile up at him, but he eases his iron-hard dick to the back of my throat again. Involuntarily, I gag. It breaks my rhythm. I’m sure I’m doing it all wrong, and I don’t want to disappoint Oliver. He’s being patient with my inexperience. But I want this pleasure to be exactly what he needs. I force myself to inhale and exhale through my nose and relax, so I can suck him in completely.
“God, you’re amazing. I don’t know how I resisted you for so long. I want you every way I can have you.”
I moan around his length, my taste buds saturated by his flavor.
“Faster.”
When I hear the ache in his voice, I pick up the pace, dragging my lips up and down his thick shaft. My jaw hurts from opening so wide, and he shuttles his way between my lips ruthlessly. His groans of pleasure swell the folds of my slick pussy. I feel so desperate to please him.
His cock twitches in my mouth and swells. I suck him even harder and lower my head as far down his shaft as I can, my nose nearly touching his dark mound of pubic hair. I can smell his musky, manly scent wafting from his testicles. I cup them with one hand and draw them up closer to my face.
“Fuck, yes.” He stabs his way between my lips frantically now.
I try to let him slide deeper. My lips feel chafed, and the muscles of my jaw scream for relief. But I ignore all that because there’s something so satisfying about undoing him.
“Take every inch of my cock past your lips, love.”
He pushes all the way in, holding my face right against his ridged abdomen. He probes my mouth in short, rough strokes. I do my best to keep up. As if he knows I can, Oliver merely cups my face and thrusts deeper.
“That’s pretty, your little rosebud lips stretched so wide around my cock.” He withdraws a fraction, then thrusts right back in. “You look so sexy with me violating your mouth and those dark eyes pleading with me to fuck you. I will—as soon as I come down your virgin throat. You’ll be a good girl and swallow everything I give you, won’t you?”
I nod, then suck his dick so hard my cheeks hollow out. He groans, tightens his fists in my hair, then fucks my mouth wildly. Spurts of hot liquid splash against my throat, salty and unexpected. I swallow all I can.
When his thick crest hits my throat again, I nearly choke. I turn my head with a gasp. A drop of his semen oozes onto my lower lip.
As soon as I catch my breath, I glance up at him. He collects the stray drop on the tip of his finger. “Open up.”
I part my lips for him.
“Stick out your tongue,” he demands.
I do, and he swipes his finger and the salty fluid across the middle. I taste him all over again. God, I want him even more now.
“Close your mouth. Like that, yes. Swallow.”
I do as instructed, then blink up at him for approval.
“Perfect.” He curls a gentle finger under my chin before his thumb brushes my lips. He smiles faintly. “So swollen and red. Are they sore, like your nipples?”
“Yes.”
“Excellent. Did you enjoy sucking me off?”
I nod, squirming to ease the ache in my pussy. Tasting him only made my desire rise. I need more.
“Stop fidgeting. I’ll put out your fire soon.” He caresses my cheek so gently. “But I need to know if you still want to be mine?”
“Yes.” I close my eyes, ready to give him all of me, always. “Please.”
“Did you save yourself for me? Is that why you never slept with someone like Justin?”
“For the past few years, I fantasized about you being my first,” I admit into the hush. “You’re the only man I’ve ever wanted, and it feels like I’ve waited forever.”
“Fuck, I wanted you the second your brother introduced us. I knew he’d kill me if I touched you. If he were here now, he’d likely castrate me.”
I shake my head. “He looked up to you. There was no one he trusted more. He’d insist on knowing for sure how you felt about me—”
“I love you, Kayla.”
I smile at him, my heart bursting. “I love you, too. And Shane would be good with that. In fact, I think he’d be thrilled.”