The Trouble with Virgins (Daughters of Venus 2)

I swung my hand out hard, hitting her ribs with my forearm, knocking her off me. I spun around so we were face to face and tried to climb on top of her to punch her again, but my pants were at my ankles and my hand was covered in blood. When I pushed down on her stomach for leverage, I slipped and landed bare chest to bare chest with her.

And she kissed me.

“No,” I said from within her lips.

But then I was kissing her back. It felt so good. So different. So soft and eager at the same time. I guess she reached down to pull off her panties because suddenly I had one leg between hers and she had one between mine. I felt her pubic hair right above my knee and she’d already begun grinding my pussy with her leg.

It was so fucking sensual. All that hatred and disgust had somehow turned to lust.

“You like this, baby?” she asked.

“No,” I lied. “Get off me.”

“You’re on me,” she reminded me.

Her tongue forced me to stop the argument and her leg made me forget there ever was one. She was fucking me with her knee. And then I was the aggressor. I turned around one more time, opened her thighs, and I plunged into her hot, delicious pussy.

I never did and I still don’t consider myself a lesbian. I’ve never been with a woman since, but right then, all I wanted was to pull her wet snatch into my mouth. I flicked her clit with my tongue while I shoved two fingers inside her.

I slammed my pussy down onto her face. I wanted her to eat me, to fuck me with her tongue like before. I grinded against her hard, shoving my clit over her nose and down to her chin. She was going to fuck me whether she wanted to or not.

I was so fucking horny and my pussy was so swollen. I was dripping onto her mouth and she was lapping me up.

“I’m gonna fucking come!” she yelled.

I shoved another finger in, lifted my pussy, and crashed down on her face. She gasped and I know her head hit the floor hard. I did it again.

“Yes!” she yelled.

I felt it too. The heat rose through my body like never before. My insides were burning up but freezing at the same time. My legs started to shake.

I lifted and slammed into her again.

“That hurts,” she said.

“Bitch!” I yelled, anger flashing through me as my legs trembled.

I was going to come on this bitch’s face. I slapped her leg hard. I punched it. The tremors rocked through my body and I nearly rolled off her. I hit her again.

“Holy fuck!” I yelled.

“Come for me!” Gwenneth yelled.

“Unh!” I heard D

ominic struggling to talk from the bed.

“I’m coming,” I yelled.

“I’m coming,” she replied.

I relaxed onto her face and enjoyed the lashing of her tongue as I poured into her mouth. From below, her pussy started to leak, wetness running out, spilling from her, and I licked it up.

“Tunnel,” Dominic said.

“What is he saying?” I asked, still coming.

“Ignore him, just relax,” Gwenneth said.