I tense, digging my nails into my palms. “Never.” There’s a world of difference between letting him get me off and letting him fuck me.
He licks his finger, covered in my juices, and grins. “Your body doesn’t lie. Look how hungry you are for me.” Then he delves between my legs again. His tongue traces my upper thighs first, slow and hot and taunting. He trails his tongue along the crook of my legs, where they meet my hips, then traces the lips of my pussy with his fingers, not spreading them yet. I wrap my hands around his head, bury them deep in his hair as he parts my lips and runs his tongue along my slit. I arch my hips as his tongue goes deeper, each lick pressing his face harder against me, his nose digging into my clit as he eats me out.
His hands slide underneath me, half lifting me off the chair as he grips my ass hard. I gasp, my head falling back, and that’s when he pushes his tongue fully into my pussy. My gasp turns into a long moan as he licks along my inner walls, pushing his tongue as deep inside me as possible. He curls his tongue, traces my front wall, and a shudder runs through my body, my hands fisting tighter in his hair.
Pleasure floods through my body, taking control over any sensible part of my mind that’s left. When he draws his tongue out of me and runs the flat blade of his tongue over my clit, I inhale sharply, my hips jerking against the chair, thrusting up against his face. He grabs my ass with both hands and flattens his mouth against my pussy, licking harder, faster now. I moan again, louder, losing any control I had left. As his tongue lashes across my clit, I cry out, not caring who hears.
The orgasm hits me full-force and makes my body buck against the chair. He draws out from under my skirt, grinning. “As good as the last one?” he asks, licking his lips slowly.
“Better,” I pant. He chuckles, self-satisfied, but my gaze has drifted to him instead. To the bulge in his jeans, more prominent than ever.
All I can think about is the last time I saw his cock. The taste of his cum.
He notices the direction of my gaze, and stands, slowly unzipping his jeans as he does. “You can ask for what you want, Pamona,” he says.
“I don’t want you to fuck me,” I say, defiant to the last.
He smirks. “That’s not the only thing you could ask for. If you want to taste me, you’re welcome to.”
I swallow hard. But he’s already drawing his cock out, and it’s every inch as glorious and strange and fascinating as it was last time, and I want to taste him again, not just a sneaky taste of his cum after he leaves the room. I want to feast on it.
“Go on, Pamona. You can give in, just a little. Unless you’re scared. Do you think tasting me will make you want me too much? Afraid you’ll beg me to fuck you if you do?”
Hell no. Two can play this game. I can suck him off without asking him to take my virginity.
I fall to my knees in front of him, and he laughs, guiding the head of his cock to my lips.
“I knew you were dirty for a virgin.”
In response, I lick along the side of his cock, slow and sure.
He inhales sharply, his hand fisting in my hair, tight enough to bring tears to my eyes. I grin. It’s good to know that I can have just as much of an effect on him as he does on me. Time to put that to good use.
I lift one hand to circle it around the base of his cock, and lick him slowly, my tongue exploring every side of him.
“Are you sure this is your first time?” he asks thickly, and I shoot him a narrowed glare. He just laughs and runs his hands through my hair. “You’re a naturally dirty girl, that’s all I’m saying.”
But after a few minutes of licking him, I’m not quite sure what to do next. I know I need to take him into my mouth, but he’s so thick, so long… How will I breathe?
He senses my hesitation and leans down, cupping my chin for a moment until I look up at him. “Relax,” he says, those ice blue eyes locked onto mine, commanding. “Open your mouth.”
I part my lips wide. He rests his cock on my lips for a second, gazing down into my eyes. Then he eases into my mouth, slowly thrusting forward. I wrap my lips around his cock and marvel at the sensation of him gliding along my tongue.
But he goes farther, farther, and my eyes get wider, my breath hitching with nerves.