The Imperfections

“That’s good,” I tell her, hoping to encourage her. “Now, lick it all the way down to the base, get the whole shaft wet with your mouth.”

She takes more of my cock but stops about halfway there. Then she pops off and looks up at me. “It doesn’t fit.”

“Hold it in your hand and run your tongue up and down my length. Once it’s all wet, you can pump my cock with your hand while you suck me.”

“Okay,” she murmurs, tilting her head and trying again.

It takes her a few minutes to find a groove, but once she runs her sweet little tongue over every inch of my sizeable cock, she gets a little more daring. Once she gains a bit of confidence and starts doing the things I tell her to do, she loses the timidity that came along with not having a damn clue what she was doing.

“Fuck, Alyssa,” I murmur as she runs her tongue around my head and sucks like she’s been doing it for years. She pumps me while she does, and as good as it feels, I decide it’s time to cut her off and move things along. “Mm, you’re good at that,” I tell her, reaching down and rubbing the back of her head affectionately. “A little too good, though. You can stop now.”

She pops off my dick, giving it one last lick, then looks up at me with a strange gleam of hope in her eyes. “You really thought I was good at it?”

I nod wordlessly, but I don’t like that look. “Someone tell you otherwise?”

Dropping my gaze again, clearly carrying some embarrassment about it, she says, “Theo said I wasn’t good at it. He said it like he was joking, but I…I don’t think he was. I couldn’t be sure.”

My blood runs hot for an altogether different reason. “Theo’s a fucking asshole, and you should forget anything he ever said to you.”

Holding my gaze with a strange kind of intensity, she nods her head. “I will.”

Hit with a little swell of tenderness, I reach for her and cradle her face in my hand. Her gaze remains locked with mine while I do, and I have the thought that if I’m gonna kiss her, now’s the time to do it.

Strange a thought as it is, I don’t really know this girl well enough to kiss her. Instead, I shift our positions until she’s flat on her back and I’m on top of her, planted between her legs with my dick prodding her thigh.

Even though she just sucked my dick without too much complaint, now she looks panicked again, and I’m too tired for it. With a sigh of defeat, I tell her, “Roll over on your stomach.”

She searches my face, but she must not find what she’s looking for. Slowly, as if maybe I’ll get so tired of waiting I’ll decide fucking her isn’t worth it, she rolls over onto her stomach and grabs a pillow.

Since she’s already pregnant, I don’t bother with a condom. I forgot to grab the lube out of my bathroom cabinet, too, and I’m too tired to go get it. My dick’s already lubed up with her saliva, so that’ll probably suffice.

“Spread your legs,” I tell her.

She starts to obey, but then she stops, looking back at me over her shoulder. “Do we have to do this? Couldn’t we—I’ll suck your dick again, finish you off.”

“Alyssa, I swear to God, I put you on your stomach for a reason. Look at the mattress, not at me.”

She sighs heavily and faces down again, squeezing her pillow tighter.

Heaving a small sigh of my own, I reach down and guide my cock between her spread thighs. I line it up at her entrance but stop just short of pushing inside her.

It’s not the labored way she’s breathing or even the mild sounds of distress emanating from her that give me pause. It’s just that I haven’t so much as touched her pussy, and I’m second-guessing my lazy decision not to go get the lube. I don’t want to hurt the girl, and as nervous as she is, I highly doubt she’s wet.

After a few seconds’ thought, I let go of my cock and push a finger into her tight little cunt instead.

She gasps sharply in surprise as I invade her body. My blood heats with anticipation as I slide my finger into the tight space between her walls and imagine how incredible this tight heat will feel wrapped around my cock.

Her hips shift as I explore her body, naturally trying to move away from the foreign intrusion. Rather than withdraw like she wants me to, I slide my finger deeper into her.

Sure enough, I find some arousal pooled deep inside, but I doubt it’s enough to ease the passage of my cock. I try to spread around what’s there, then I pull my finger out of her body and bring my hand to my face.