Her thighs open slowly. Shyly. More permission. It’s like a rush of euphoria I never knew was available to me. Honesty is what gets me victories with this girl.
There’s a prodding voice in the back of my head, reminding me there are secrets between us, not honesty, but I ignore it, because I’m dizzy with her scent of cedar and roses and that sugary slickness tempts my mouth closer until I’m lapping at her cunt like a dog. I drag her to the very edge of the seat and she falls back, whining my name, her thighs open so I can consume the paradise in the center, her juices wetting my tongue more with every drag, her clit swelling every time I tickle it, tease it and finally ride it firmly.
“Matthew,” she pants, wrapping strands of my hair around her fingers, her stomach shuddering, thighs alternately clamping and loosening around my head. I’m fucking her with my tongue, feasting on the most succulent flesh ever created, and she’s close. Ah God, she’s so close, her hips grinding up into every stroke of my tongue, unable to help it, her pussy wracked with little tremors I remember from yesterday. No. Not yet. I don’t want her to come so fast, because I want to keep licking. I want to lick this girl between her legs like it’s my job. Every hour of the day. But she tenses up and sugar trickles down my chin, my mouth continuing to move in that animalistic manner, growling and suckling and lapping. “Matthew! It’s too good. Please, please, please. It’s too good and it hurts and…”
“Again!” I roar, biting her mound, shoving her thighs back open. “It’s mine. I say when it’s come enough.”
I bar a forearm across her stomach to cease her struggles and tongue her again. Again. Until she’s back to the precipice, sobbing, raking her sex up and down my mouth, begging for faster movements of my tongue. Begging me to stop. To keep going. She turns into a babbling, arching, grasping mess and I love it. I bask in every single second of her pleasure, knowing I’m the one giving it to her.
It’s time to fuck, though. As badly as I want to keep exploring the land between her thighs, my cock is throbbing. I had no idea it was possible to need this much. My sides are shuddering and heaving when I unzip my pants and climb on top of her, crushing her hips to the edge of the easy chair, our mouths locking and battling for the deepest taste. My balls are going to explode before I get inside of her. I’m convinced of it.
“I want my come in you,” I rasp against her perfect little mouth. “I want it inside you right now. Right the fuck now. Say yes to Daddy.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Sweating, burning alive for her, I grip my dick and guide it to her sopping wet hole, pressing until she blooms open and allows my head inside. Like a suckling mouth. “Oh Jesus,” I bite out, squaring up my hips for the fuck of a lifetime. After the head I gave her, she’ll be able to take it rough. Thank God. Because she’s turned me into a salivating beast. “Tell me if I get too mean, baby. Little girl. Unless your pussy likes it, then just let me go off.”
She nods, trusting eyes on me, her hands holding the sides of my face.
Damn. Goddamn. How does she look so innocent when I’ve got her folded in half, her eyes glazed from too many orgasms. I find out a second later when I catch her mouth in a searing kiss and punch forward—
She screams into the kiss. Pulls away and stares blindly at the ceiling while sucking in shallow breaths.
Virgin. She’s a virgin.
No…
No. She told me she had no experience with men. I didn’t believe her. How could I believe her? There is nothing so pure in my world. Purity doesn’t exist. Not like this. Not like her. Everything is morally gray and corrupted, including me. And I’ve just defiled her. I’m…
I’m recording this.
An invisible clamp closes around my windpipe, denial rattling my skull. I forgot about my phone across the room. I lost myself in her and forgot, but I remember with a vengeance now. I remember I’m an immoral bastard and I’ve just crossed the line into irredeemable.
“Matthew,” she whimpers shakily.
And for the moment, I forget about everything but her. Everything but making this right and good for her. “I’m here,” I grit out against her lips, because there are no words to describe how tight she is. My eyes are watering, she’s squeezing me so brutally, her delicate pussy muscles stroking me every time she breathes or blinks or shifts on the chair. “I’m here,” I say again, kissing her mouth gently, then more thoroughly. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t believe you haven’t been with a man.” I’m starting to shake with the need to thrust, teeth chattering, skin inflamed. “I couldn’t stay off you for five minutes. Couldn’t imagine anyone else managing it. Didn’t seem possible.”