"It does," she admits. "And I'll tell you the truth, I'm not scared of the things you say because those are the things I want too, with you."
"Good," I tell her. "Then kiss me already, so I can take you inside and fuck you."
I draw her close. I kiss her, soft. Her lips are damn sweet, and her tongue finds mine, and damn, my cock is hard and her mouth is mine, and I'm never letting this girl go.
Fuck the groceries; I drag her inside. The ice cream is going to melt, but I've already melted. Heart and soul.
We're in the house, in my bed. Her clothes are off. There wasn't much to lose. I pull off my flannel. She shoves my jeans to the floor. She gasps when she sees my cock. It's big, it's hard, it's hers.
"Oh my God," she moans in pleasure as she begins to stroke me up and down. "You're so big."
"I'm yours," I tell her. "All yours."
"It's going to hurt when you fill me up."
"Good."
She purrs. "And it's going to feel so fucking nice."
"I'm going to stretch you out, baby, so don't you worry."
"Show me," she says. "Show me what you're going to do."
"Get on your back," I tell her. "Take off your shirt. I need to see your tits."
She smiles as she lifts her crop top up over her head. Fuck, her tits are perky and perfect and mine. I draw her close and I drop my mouth, running my tongue over her nipples one after the other. They're perfectly hard and so nice and dark. The areolas are made for me, and I suck them.
She moans as I do, lifting her knee up, hooking it around my hip. I drag her down to the bed and I sink my knees to the floor. I spread her legs apart and I draw her ass to the edge of the bed so I can begin to suck her pussy the way it needs to be done, the way I've been wanting to do all morning long.
The first hint that I saw of her tight cunt was when she fingered herself on the couch, tempting me, teasing me, when I didn't know how old she was, when I didn't know how wet she was. Now I'm getting a full view of her perfection. Her pussy is as wet and needy as I imagined, maybe more so now.
She's naked and bare before me, 18 years old and all mine. My barely legal baby, my bride-to-be.
"I'm going to fuck you up, baby, I'm going to make you mine. Are you ready?"
"Yes," she begs. "Make me yours," she whispers. "Please."
I begin to lick her up and down the way she's aching for, the way she's begging me to do. My tongue grinds against her cunt and she's nice and juicy, dripping for me. But I want to make her come even more. I want my beard to be soaked in her sweet juice. I want to taste her. She's honey and lavender. She's so damn good. She has no fucking clue. I keep her riding my mouth, and then I begin to add a finger, then two, until she's wet and dripping against me.
I fill her up, finger fucking her, grinding harder. She's whimpering loud. Harder still. And then faster, faster, until she's arching her back and coming hard and fast against me.
"Fuck," she moans. "Don't stop. Don't stop."
"You're going to come," I tell her.
"Fuck, oh Smith, I need you in me," she begs. "Please don't make me wait."
She's so ripe and ready, and my cock is so desperate to sink inside her.
She drags me closer, kissing me hard. "Don't make me wait any more," she begs. "Please. It's time. Make me yours."
Sienna
When Smith begins to fill me up, I gasp. Yes, I just met him and yes, we made insane promises to one another in the space of one day. But there is so much more to this than that. This is everything.
His body meeting mine is magic. Every inch of me is on fire. I am in want, in love, in heaven, in blissed out need.
I let him take me to the edge of reason. There is no doubt in my mind. I am his, I am his, I am his, oh God.
I moan as he fills me up in a way that I've been searching for all my life. He takes me there.
His cock is huge. And I'm stretched beyond anything I imagined. Yes. I've touched myself before. I've tried to imagine what it would be like to be with a man. But Smith is not just a man. He is my man and his body was made for mine.
“Oh my God,” I moan in his ear.
He growls back in mine, “I've got you, love. I've got you.”