Say Yes (Second Generation 1)

“I think I’m the one who gets the present.” I cup her face and brush my lips against hers. I’ve waited so long my dick throbs in anticipation even though I beat off twice today. My tongue twists around hers, tasting her strawberry ice cream she had at the shop. I might have been watching and waiting until they sat down because I had plans to finish. I pull back and growl, “You taste sweet, and it makes me only starving for you. Remember what I told you?”

“You’re going to eat my…”

“Pussy,” I growl against her throat. My sweet girl is nervous. I’d be that way as well, but I’m so damn hard up, nerves are out the window. My fingers slide along her thigh, reaching higher as I continue to steal kisses across her throat and jaw. “I want to devour you. That forbidden taste made me mad with hunger.” Finding her tiny panties, I grab the hem and skim them down her silky smooth legs. I bring it to my nose and breathe in my future wife. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, Dean. Do whatever you want to me as long as you don’t stop.”

“Never.” I take her mouth once more before pulling back and tossing her onto the bed. Deftly I grip her calves and stretch her legs wide apart, dropping to my knees on the carpet. I bring her ass to the edge of the bed, lifting her dress over her flat stomach. I can’t just inhale my meal; I intend to savor it. I run my hands up and down her legs enjoying the way she shivers with expectation.

“I’ve waited so long for this. The only pussy I’ll ever know. All mine.” Greta gasps at my revelation, but I don’t say the words she wants to hear yet because I’m focused on her split. With a languid swipe of my tongue, I taste her seam. She squirms slightly with virgin apprehension, but I can’t take it easy. I push my way in, jabbing her pussy with the tip of my tongue, wishing it was my cock and not at the same time. She tastes so damn good; I might just be addicted. Licking harder and faster, I move from piercing her to laving my tongue along her nub.

She cries out, sliding her fingers through my hair and holding tight. I press my fingers into her soft flesh as I bring her pussy closer to my mouth, most assuredly leaving marks in her perfect skin. “Dean, oh my. Wow, oh my God.” I slip a digit into her and holy fuck she’s constricting against it. Pumping it in and out while sucking on her clit, I do my best to stretch her wide. I’m going to destroy her pussy with the size of my cock.

Scissoring a second finger into her, I bite on her inner thigh before going back to eating her out. Fuck, I can’t get enough and then as my patience falls apart, cock throbbing in my slacks, she comes. Her cries are music to my ears and my dick who can’t wait to be inside her.

I kiss my way up her body, grabbing her dress and lifting it over her head. She has on a cute white lace bra. “This is nice, but it has to go. I need those sexy tits in my face. She reaches around to unsnap the fucker, while I unbutton my shirt and toss it off as fast as humanly possible.

She giggles as I struggle to get naked. My dick is pressing firmly against my zipper and it takes a lot of effort to get it down. “God, you’re sexy as hell when you laugh.” Her tits bounce as she smiles at me.

“Get all the way on the bed. I want you open to me.”

“I can’t return the favor?” she asks, staring straight at my cock that’s already dripping cum from the tip.

“Come lick just the tip, baby.” She gets on her belly as I stand next to the bed and she swipes her tongue around the head. I growl, grip her cheeks and look down at her. “You like that?”

She nods, grinning up at me while her hand attempts to reach out for my cock. I swat it away. “Not yet. Maybe later you can suck the cum out of me, but I need to make you mine now.”

“I’ve always been yours.”

“That’s right, but now it’s time to make it official.” I flip her on her back and climb onto the bed. With my cock poised at her entrance, I slam into her depths. We freeze as she adjusts and I mentally think of anything but the tight sheath my dick is wrapped in. “I’m sorry, my sweet Greta. It will get better.”

“I’m good, Dean.” Her hands slide along my face. One moves my hair off my forehead and then she brings my head to hers. “I love you. Now please fuck me.”