She starts to argue, but I won’t let her. I trace my tongue across her lips, chuckling because she clenches her teeth. She’s so goddamn feisty, but if she thinks I’ll give up, she’s got another thing coming. I meant it when I said I’d have her begging for me in less than a week, and after two more tries, she opens her mouth, granting me entry.
I kiss her furiously, not the least bit surprised when her tongue goes to war with mine or that she tastes as good as she smells. My cock throbs when her small fingers grasp at my collar and my neck, and her breath quickens to little purrs.
I’m going to make her purr alright, and she’ll thank me for it.
Drawing away from her, I demand, “Did your ex lick that tight virgin cunt?” Looking dazed and out of this world, she rests her head against the couch cushions behind her. She blinks at me, so I thumb her smooth thigh, my strokes slow and deliberate. “Don’t look at me like you’re confused, sweet. Did your ex-boyfriend tongue fuck your pussy?”
“I—” she starts, but I work my fingers beneath her white dress, and she releases a strangled cry instead. Suddenly speechless, her eyelids flutter shut when I skim the center of her soft cotton panties. They’re damp, exquisitely molded to her pussy. Massaging the fabric against her, I groan. She does too. And spasms. Christ, she’s already convulsing and I haven’t even started.
I push my thumb to her clit, circling it through her panties until she’s sucking on her bottom lip and releasing tiny breaths. “Did he?” I repeat.
“No,” she finally admits.
How does a girl like Felicity—all curves and sex and innocence begging to be ruined—go twenty-one years without letting a man taste her? What kind of man dates a woman like her for months without touching her and losing his mind?
A fool.
I slip my other hand beneath her skirt and skim my fingers along the lace-trimmed band of her panties and look her directly in the eyes. “Did he fuck your ass, Flick?” Again, she doesn’t answer me. I yank at the top of her panties, letting the elastic snap back in place on her skin.
“No, he didn’t!” She arcs her back and squirms while I slip her panties down her thighs, but she doesn’t ask me to stop. She’s back to nibbling on her bottom lip and puffing out short breaths from her nose. “I’ve never done any of that.”
Getting off the couch, I hover over her. “Then what the fuck did you do?” Keeping my hands on the panties around her thighs, I kiss the tip of her nose. “Dry hump? Scissor with no clothes on? Enlighten me, sweet, I’m curious what one does in the dark when good orgasms aren’t being exchanged.”
She jerks her head back. “You have a filthy mouth.”
“You’ve already said that.” I pull her panties down a few inches further, to her knees, and her legs snap together. “I’ve always been a fan of showing, not telling, though. Open your knees. Let me show you how deep that filth runs.”
Her green eyes challenge mine for a brief pause, but then she parts her knees slightly. I smirk. Kneeling in front of her, I ease the white cotton over her calves and past her slim ankles, ridding her of her shoes along the way. There’s no use denying how thrilled I am that she truly is a virgin in every way, that I’ll be her first at everything.
My satisfaction must be obvious in my expression because she snaps, “You look like the cat that ate the canary.”
“No.” I drag her ass to the edge of the couch and spread her legs far apart so I can see her. “The highest bidder that ate the virgin pussy.”
“Oh god, you’re … oh god. What are you doing?” Wide-eyed, she presses her palm to my forehead when I move my face closer to her cunt. She shakes her head and gulps a few times. “What are you doing, Jackson?”
“Relax,” I order, pulling her hand in mine and kissing the heel of her palm. It’s slick with perspiration. If I have my way, the rest of her body will be the same way shortly. I want her wet from sweat—sweat and desire and tears of pleasure. Stroking her swollen clit with my other hand, I give her the most reassuring look I’m able to manage, but I doubt she sees it because her eyes are rolling back in her head. “Relax and let me teach you.”
She does something that resembles a nod, so I drop her hand. She moves it to her flat stomach, fisting her white dress. Grinning, I shove her dress higher until I’ve got a full-view of her. To my surprise, my little virgin is shaved bare. Bare and pink and so inviting that the blood rushes to my cock. Getting through the night without experiencing her sweet cunt pulsating around my dick is going to be torture.