He’s wearing a pair of tight grey boxer briefs that hug his big muscular thighs and trap in his raging hard on. I gulp as I run my ravenous eyes up its length, marveling at the wet spot at the tip. I like that I can get him hard and I love that I can make pre-cum ooze out just from using my hand.
I watch as he takes off his jacket and tosses it to the side. His body looks so jacked as he starts quickly undoing buttons, revealing his shredded abs. I lean up on my knees and drag my tongue over them as he peels his tight white shirt off and drops it.
He groans—his grip on my head tightening—as I trace each ab with my tongue, leaving a trail of wetness that proves I was there.
My eyes are on his as I drag my tongue down to his boxers and over his hard dick. He nearly passes out from that. I can’t wait to see what he does when my tongue hits his skin.
I slide my hands up his hard ass and curl my fingers into the waistband of his boxers. With a flirty smile, I pull them down. His cock gets caught in the material, but with an extra tug, it springs out—long, hard, and dripping with cum in front of my face.
I’m on it immediately. Any plans to tease him and take it slow are gone. I can’t resist it.
I wrap my hand around his shaft and slide the tip into my mouth, swirling my tongue around it and sucking up all the pre-cum that’s dripping out.
He tastes so masculine. So fucking good. I open my mouth and put more of him inside me. He groans in ecstasy as he watches me suck him off.
“How does that dick taste?” he growls as he peels my hair back to get a better view.
I don’t want to take it out to answer, so I just moan instead. That’s good enough for him. He knows I’m loving this as much as he is.
Keeping my throat nice and slack, I push more of his cock into my eager mouth, sucking as much of it as I can. I start moving my head back and forth in a steady rhythm, lips clenched around his shaft as my pussy gets wetter and hotter. I’m burning. I want him to fill me so badly.
“Fuck, you know how to use those lips,” he moans. “I hope you’re a natural and haven’t had much practice.”
There’s a look of torment on his face as he looks down at me. I don’t want him to think I’ve done this with anyone else. I want him to know that I saved myself for him. That I only ever wanted him.
“It’s my first time,” I say after pulling his wet cock out of my mouth. “For everything. I’ve never wanted a man like I’ve wanted you, Shane. This is my first kiss, my first time seeing a man like this, and the first time…”
“That you’ll be fucked?”
I nod as I bat my eyelashes at him, trying to drive him mad with lust. It works.
He bends down and scoops me up into his big arms. My heart is racing as he carries me to the table. He’s so big that he can hold me with one arm as he swipes the table clean with the other. Dishes, food, glasses, and napkins go clattering on the ground as he lowers me onto the empty table.
“Lie down,” he growls, his control gone. It’s all hungry lust in his eyes now. No shred of civilized human left.
I lower my back onto the table as I watch his eyes drop to my pussy. He quickly undoes my jean shorts and then pulls them off along with my wet panties.
His eyes never leave my sex as he drops my clothes to the floor. The cool breeze sends a thrill ripping through me when it hits my burning hot pussy. But it’s the erotic look in Shane’s eyes as he stares between my legs that sends the real thrill cascading through me. He’s looking at me like he’s never seen anything so tempting.
“This is my first time too,” he says as he grips my thighs with firm hands. “I’ve never wanted a girl until I saw you. I often wondered what was wrong with me, but now I know. I was waiting for you to walk into my life.”
He drops to his knees and a tremble ripples through me. He’s so close. His face is right there, breathing in my scent.
“Now that you’re here,” he says as he licks his lips, his eyes locked on my sex. “The wait is over. This pussy is mine.”
I throw my head back and cry out when his hot tongue hits in a long, slow, euphoric lick.