Just One Inch

My cheeks flared and I felt heat course through my body although I’d done nothing but take the smallest sip of his dick. Slowly, I edged my head forward so that I had one, and then two inches of his shaft in my mouth, moving my lips up that velvety steel, savoring the hardness encased in the softest skin.

“Oh fuck,” the man growled, his blue eyes snapping open to stare at me. I knew I looked ridiculous, my hair a mess, in my shabbiest clothes as I knelt before him in supplication. Why oh why hadn’t I changed after that exam? I was literally wearing an outfit that I’d slept in.

But he didn’t seem to care. He angled his hips to get deeper in my throat and I let out a cry of muffled shock as he pushed insistently against my soft palate. Three, and then four inches moved down my esophagus. Swallowing madly, I tried to accommodate the hardness as best I could, my lips stretched as wide as possible with a bit of drool forming at the corners of my mouth as I was forced to swallow this piece of man meat.

Sensing my gag reflex, the man pulled out roughly and instead took his shaft in hand, softly rubbing it against my cheek.

“Like that, little girl?” he smirked, leaving a trail of saliva and seed on my face.

It should have been demeaning but it wasn’t. Instead, I nodded wordlessly, my eyes looking up at him, begging him to take me and to show me more of this nastiness.

He pulled me up and slung me onto the bed where I landed with my legs askew, my boobs and ass bouncing all over the place. My expression was shocked, but he moved forward like a predator, effortlessly stripping me of my jeans while snapping my panties off to reveal my bare, shaved pussy.

He paused a moment, his eyes glued to my pink slit.

“Show it to me,” he growled.

I paused, unsure what to do. Show my pussy? But clearly, he could see it already.

“Hold yourself open,” he added impatiently.

Oh okay. Sliding two fingers down, I pulled my labia apart, tilting my knees up so that he could get a clear look into my snatch, the gleaming wetness steaming hotly. As he watched, a bead of nectar ran down my slit to drop wetly onto the duvet.

With a growl, he was between my knees, licking my femininity, tasting the essence of my core. I literally screamed with pleasure, having never felt a man there before, much less a man’s tongue on my most private place. He lapped a few times before patting my pussy, pushing a thumb deep inside before drawing back in surprise. He’d tested my body and immediately realized my secret.

“Fuck, you’re a virgin,” he breathed, looking at me with new eyes. “I didn’t know those existed in San Francisco anymore.”

Yes, I was still untouched at twenty-five, and embarrassed to be, heat flooding my cheeks as I tried to pull my knees closed. But the man wouldn’t let me. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It’s just that most of the girls I’ve been with have done the whole block and then some,” he muttered disbelievingly, more to himself than me.

But the realization only added fuel to the fire. “I need to be in you,” he said, streaks of color high on his bronzed cheeks. “The fact that you’re untouched … fuck, it’s unfucking unbelievable,” he growled.

And with that he was between my knees, ripping my plaid shirt off before seizing my mouth in the deepest, most sensual kiss I’d ever experienced. Like a master, he commanded my body, overwhelming me with his power, his tongue in my mouth as his shaft probed my most secret space. With a slight push, the head of his pole found my hole and slightly entered my steaming pussy, my walls seizing on his pole as if it were the greatest gift to womankind.

“Oh my god!” I squealed into his mouth. “Uhhh!”

He looked down at me, those blue eyes gleaming with need.

“Hold still baby girl,” he breathed in my ear. “It gets better, I promise.”

But I wasn’t ready.

“Just one inch,” I panted. “We don’t know one another!”

He paused.

“How much?” he asked again.

“One inch,” I breathed, although even as I spoke, my hips were gyrating and trying to get him in deeper.

A knowing expression crossed his face, a harsh flush covering those high cheekbones.

“You think you can be happy with just one inch, don’t you?” he rasped. “You think you know what you’re doing.”

I mewled beneath him, already excited beyond all bounds.

“Just one inch,” I panted again.

Slowly, he slid in a bit further. My cunt lips hugged his enormous shaft, and already, the stretch was intense.

“Mmmm,” I moaned.

He grinned, holding still.

“I can stay like this forever, little girl. But the question is, can you?”