Seducing the Innocent (Forbidden Confessions 1)

His words make me tremble. Other guys have tried to talk dirty to me. I’ve always rolled my eyes because they sounded ridiculous. But Oliver makes me melt.

“Hurry.” I start pulling off my boy shorts.

He helps me. The instant the thin cotton hits the floor, he fastens his hands on the insides of my thighs and shoves them wide apart, peering closely at me. I can feel his stare right there.

I hold my breath. My heart pounds in my ears.

He thumbs my clit. “Your pussy is lovely. You’ll keep that shaved close for me, yes?”

It’s a gentle but firm order. “Of course.”

“Mmm…” He brushes up my body and opens his mouth over one of my sensitive nipples, pulling on it, scraping it with his teeth, licking it with his tongue. A bolt of electricity connects my stiff peaks to my clit, burning me. I want him everywhere. I want him now.

But he won’t be rushed. As he moves to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, every pass of his lips over them is a bit rougher and more demanding. The sucking, pinching, flicking, twisting, and scraping arouses me like crazy. I wriggle. Juices seep from my aching cunt, wetting the insides of my thighs, but still he keeps on, moaning, his mouth growing more urgent.

“Oliver…” I pant. “No more. Make me yours.”

“I will. Soon.” But he doesn’t stray from my nipples.

Long minutes pass in a haze of pleasure. All the sensations in my body seem to come directly through the peaks of my breasts. Still he doesn’t let up, even though they’re swollen and chafed. He merely drags them into his mouth again and pulls. They sting so sweetly. I feel almost embarrassingly wet and try to roll away. “Oliver, no more. They’re sore.”

He pins me down, his face full of apology and agonized need. “I want your nipples raw, Kayla. I need you aching for me.” He drops his hand between my thighs and groans. “Feels as if you like it, too. You’re drenched. God, I’ve got to taste your virgin cunt. I want you on my tongue. I’m dying to make you come.”

I nod eagerly and slowly spread my thighs wider. His nostrils flare; his eyes glitter with harsh lust. Then he buries his face in my pussy. Nothing slow or subtle. He eats me like a starving man, his tongue devouring every slick surface, savoring my clit. He moans, and his fingers tighten on my thighs, spreading them so wide my muscles burn. And he just keeps on nibbling, slurping, and sucking on me.

God, I’ve never imagined anything like this. Putting my own hands between my legs never felt this good. I arch and clench his hair in my hands, but it’s not enough. Grabbing the short strands as best I can, I press his face deeper into my cunt. “Oliver!”

He comes up with a smile, licking his lips. “You taste perfect, love. I’ll be spending a lot of time here.”

As he draws my clit into his mouth again, I can feel the tide of heat rising. It claws and climbs up my body, until I’m thrashing. My thighs tremble violently. I cry out.

“That’s my girl… Come for me!”

I do. The explosion burns, pounding and overtaking every part of me. I’ve never felt anything better in my life. The pleasure is intense. I scream. I swoon. As the climax crests, I nearly black out.

I’m still catching my breath when Oliver stands and rips off the rest of his clothes.

My eyes bulge. He felt huge, and I’ve seen other penises in pictures, but never in person. I know immediately that he’s large, especially when he wraps a hand around his cock and strokes it.

“Kneel.” Oliver points to the spot on the floor in front of him.

I scramble to my knees, and he grabs my hair in his fist and guides my face to his waiting erection. A drop of pearly fluid seeps from the slit at the head. The sight arouses both my curiosity and my pussy. I stick out my tongue and lick at the moisture.

Oliver groans and tightens his fist in my hair. “Oh, that’s it, love. Suck me deep.”

I do, reveling in the feel of such soft skin over his hard cock against my tongue. I feel sexy and my pussy burns as I lower my mouth, trying to take as much of him as I can. Then I suck my way back up.

He grits his teeth and shoves in deeper. “Look at me.”

Through my lashes, I stare up at him, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, then lapping up another drop of the salty fluid. I moan. His jaw clenches. He pulls harder on my hair. Pain prickles across my scalp, heightening my senses. Stark hunger prowls across his face. My empty cunt tightens.