I suspected she was untouched but having it confirmed makes my need to claim her come roaring through me. To be sure, I pull back and look down into her beautiful, lust glazed eyes. “Nicole. Baby, are you a virgin?”
She doesn’t seem to hear me at first, so I ask her again. Some of the fog dissipates and her cheeks burn red. “Yes.” Her expression crumples, becoming crestfallen. “Does that change things?”
I close my eyes and rest my forehead against her as I take a deep breath. “It only makes me want you more. To know I’m the only man who has ever and will ever know how it feels to have your virgin pussy wrapped around my cock.”
Her eyes are filled with desire when I return my gaze to her face. I bring my hand up so we can both see my finger covered in all that thick cream before I pop it in my mouth and suck it clean. “Fuck,” I groan. “I can’t wait to get my tongue in that tight little hole. I think I could live on your nectar for the rest of my life.”
An almost inaudible moan slips from her lips and fuck if I don’t come again. Shit. I hope I have more stamina once I get inside her.
Reaching down, I shove her skirt up to her waist and grab a fistful of her silky underwear, twisting until I’m able to rip it away. Then I put pressure on her shoulders, forcing her to lean back until her body is arched, thrusting her tits out and lifting her hips up to display her sex. The world stops turning as I get my first look at her teenage pussy, so wet and pink, begging for a man to care for it. Then it begins to spin again, making me dizzy with hunger that is filling me at warp speed. “So pretty,” I murmur as I pet it a few times.
I have no more patience and have lost the ability to go slow. I shove my hands between her legs, going underneath to cup her round ass and raise her up to my waiting mouth. My tongue takes one taste up her center and I’m lost. I practically attack her pussy, licking and sucking, plunging my tongue inside her until I hear her whimper. My mouth retreats only to command, “Don’t keep your sounds of pleasure from me, Nicole.” My voice is hard, making it clear that this is not a request. “I want to hear every fucking moan, every cry, every scream. Do you understand?”
“Yes,” she pants, and I reward her by diving back in and feasting on her candy goodness. I don’t play any games or try to drag it out. I push her hard and fast—her cries urging me on until her whole body locks up before she explodes, screaming my name.
Nicole’s chest is heaving as she tries to catch her breath and my mouth waters. I know I need to get her perfect tits in my mouth soon. Her body is limp as I move her around so she lays against my chest, spent and satisfied. My pants are a fucking mess and her skirt is wrinkled and bunched at her waist while her panties lie in shreds on the ground.
“That was—I’ve never—holy cow,” she rambles.
I bend my head and nibble on her ear before whispering, “I’m not done with you. I haven’t had enough.” I’ll never have enough.
Just then, Nicole’s stomach growls and I chuckle when her cheeks flush. I slide a hand behind her back and one under her legs, then stand with her cradled in my arms. As I make my way back inside, I lovingly kiss her temple. Everything in me is warm and happy having her with me, in our home, in my arms.
“How about a shower while I order us some dinner?” I ask, already heading towards the master bedroom. The house is big with four extra bedrooms, each having an ensuite bath. There’s also a kitchen large enough for a whole family to cook together in, theater room, game room, library, office, outdoor pool, and a regulation basketball court in the basement.
When I built it, I knew it would be the home I raised my family in, so despite the size, I made every effort to make the space comfortable, a place where people can relax, a home rather than a place where people live. Nicole’s gaze takes in as much as she can as I walk past everything, but I don’t stop to let her look around. There will be time for that later.
I take her straight to the bathroom and put her on the bathroom counter. Then I set the temperature on the control panel before starting the shower. My intention is to strip her and wash every part of her body before dropping to my knees and making her come again. But, my plans are briefly derailed when a thought occurs to me. “Baby, are you on birth control?”