Hot Sugar

So I decide to make it happen.

“No worries, sweetheart. We’ll take precautions another way.”

Her eyes flare, but she nods silently. Good. The girl trusts me.

And slowly, I help her out of that tight, clingy dress, watching with growing lust as her curves appear. Because my sweet baby isn’t wearing anything underneath. Oh yeah, the little slut didn’t bother to put on panties or a bra on our first date, and shit, but that ripeness is ready.

“Fuck,” comes my low grunt. “Fuck you’re beautiful, honey.”

And in a flash, I’m kneeling before the woman, my mouth hot against that soft cunt.

“Spread,” is my raspy command. “Spread ‘em sweetheart, let me taste.”

And she does as asked. Carrie moans a little, her hands gently cupping her breasts, and parts her thighs a bit to reveal that pink slit in between. Oh god, she’s beautiful, the flesh puffy and engorged, her clit so stiff it pokes out from between her nether lips. And slowly, sensuously, I trail my tongue up that sweetness.

“Unnnh!” she moans, eyes falling closed, head tilting back with delight. “Oh god, oh god!”

“That’s right,” I grind out. “That’s right, and there’s more where this came from.”

Because shit, all I did was taste her exterior. I ran my tongue up and down those outer folds, and it’s the insides I want to get at. So with two big fingers, I reach up and part those swollen pussy lips. Oh fuck, she’s gorgeous. The flesh within is almost a ruby red, glistening wetly, throbbing with need. Shit, she’s amazing, and I duck my head for another taste.

“Ohhh!” Carrie squeals then. “Oh god!”

But my tongue won’t stop, it can’t be stopped. She’s delicious within, her nectar gushing heavily, that clit so large and stiff it’s like a mini-dick. And I take it all. I lap up her left wall, sampling the sugar, before coming down the right, and then biting slightly at that hard nub. Aw fuck, she’s good.

But there’s more.

“Sweetheart,” I say. “I’m gonna slip my tongue up here okay? I wanna see just how deep I can go.”

Her eyes fly open, the caramel pools dazed.

“What?” comes her breathless cry. “What? Oh, unnh!”

Because it’s too late. I’ve formed my tongue into a point and holding her folds open, slip it right up that sweet vaginal channel. Aw fuck, this is the place to be. She’s gushing all over my mouth, cream running wetly down my throat. And those walls, shit those walls. They pulse around my tongue, gripping the intruder tight.

But then something happens that makes me jerk. Because my tongue bumps up against a rubbery and insistent barrier, soft yet tensile. Eyes flying open, a low grunt escapes my throat.

Shit, no.

How can this be possible?

We met on a sugar daddy site for crying out loud.

HOLY FUCK!

But it’s true. Carrie’s innocent, but just how innocent I didn’t realize. Because the girl’s intact. A virgin. A never-touched, never-breached virgin with her hymen still in one piece deep inside.

Fuck me.

Fuck my life.

The girl’s trembling then, eyes wide as she stares downwards, meeting my gaze.

“Mason, I’m so sorry,” is her breathy cry. “I meant to tell you, I swear.”

I sit back on my heels, astounded. Does she think this is a bad thing? But evidently so because she mewls again, her look pleading.

“Please Mason,” she begs once more. “Please don’t be angry. I was going to tell you, but it felt so good and I got carried away and …”

My lips tease her cunt then, making the girl gasp and moan, writhing against my mouth.

“Oh!” she screams. “Oh oh oh!”

Because this time, I’m going for it. I have to own this twat, it’s mine to take and possess, and her innocence is the best gift of all.

“I’m not angry,” I rasp between deep licks at that honey hole. “Not angry at all,” is my reply, tongue worming its way once more to graze against that barrier. It’s real, it’s really there, and my head is light with astonishment and gratitude. Holy shit, Carrie is the real thing and I can’t believe my luck.

“Not angry at all,” I continue, growling now, tracing my tongue over that hymen again and again, licking it, tasting it, savoring the sensation. Because it’s not gonna be there long. I said I wasn’t gonna do vaginal, we weren’t gonna do anything unprotected, but promises are made to be broken. Because how often are you presented with steamy, fresh cunt? The kind that’s never been used before? Yeah, exactly.

And after a few more swipes at her puss, a couple more deep licks at that hymen, I jerk upright, standing to face her.

“Sweetheart,” is my rasp, hands fumbling desperately at my zip. “I have to be in you. Now. Right now.”

And mutely, Carrie nods, eyes wide, tits big and heaving heavily. Like she can read my mind, the girl turns, bracing her hands on a nearby couch, and bends over, lifting that big ass in the air.