“Calvino,” she gasps. “Fuck, what are we doing?” I love the shock and those pretty wide eyes, and in this moment, I am absolutely sure I have her pegged: she’s a virgin, a pure, fucking virgin.
I shove her panties aside. Her pussy is pink and glistening with desire as I pin her wrists down at her sides. She’s staring at me, pretty lips parted, eyes burning with want and lust and she can barely control herself, barely understand herself, because she’s never been with a man like me before. She’s never wanted like this before, never hated so much before.
“This is what I mean,” I say before I lick her lips top to bottom. She moans and shudders. “I’d never be with a girl like you, Gracie. You’re so fucking repressed and so filled with self-loathing and so inexperienced that you can’t even accept it when I’m down on my knees sucking your clit and licking your pussy. It doesn’t matter how fucking hard I get when you pout and push your tits together for the customers and walk around with those incredible, gorgeous legs. God, you taste delicious, and you have no clue. So no, Gracie, I’d never be with a fucking girl like you, but you’d better convince me that I’m wrong.”
I lick her then, suck her and eat her and feast on her, keeping her wrists pinned down as her moans get louder and louder. She’s heaven, she’s incredible, and I can’t stop, I need to taste her, need to hear her say my name like that with those amazing fucking whimpers, Calvino, Calvino, she’s so wild with pleasure that she doesn’t know what she’s doing anymore, and I hate her, god damn, do I hate her, but I want to make her come so bad I’d rip this fucking world into pieces just to make it happen.
Her back arches as I release one wrist and slide my fingers deep into her pussy. Her eyes are wide and she grips my hair like she wants to fucking kill me, and I slide my fingers faster, in and out of her slick pussy, staring into her eyes.
“Come for me,” I say, not breaking eye contact. “Come for me, Gracie. I want to taste your first orgasm, you repressed, gorgeous good girl. Show me you’re worth my fucking time. Come for me.”
“Fuck,” she moans. “God, I fucking hate you, Calvino, and don’t you dare stop.”
And she gives me what I want.
She comes, her back arched, her legs twitching, and I lick her through it, I taste her coming and I growl with delight. God, she’s so fucking beautiful, her breasts shaking, her gorgeous little pussy slick with my saliva and her desire, and her face is red and her eyes are glassy and she’s breathing hard, and slowly I bring her down through the orgasm until she’s nothing but a puddle of floating pleasure there on the couch.
I lean back and admire her. Beautiful, gorgeous Gracie. I lean up and kiss her and make sure she tastes her pussy on my tongue. When I’m finished, I bite her lip.
“Good girl,” I whisper. “God, you’re such a good girl, Gracie.”
“And you’re a fucking prick,” she says with a smile.
I slide her panties back into position. “Don’t change these,” I say as I sit back and sip my whiskey. Her taste and the whiskey mingle on my tongue. “I want you to think about me the rest of the night.”
She groans as she shimmies and fixes her skirt and top. “I still have to work after that?”
“You think I’m going to be easy on you? No, Gracie, that’s not happening. You’re a good girl, but you’re not that good.”
She takes a deep breath—calming herself—and glares death.
“You know what I’m figuring out, Calvino? The second I find myself starting to soften toward you is the second I should hate you the most. But I don’t care how much of a prick you are, so long as I get what I want in the end. Thanks for making me come.” She stands and grabs the drink tray. “And for the record, you’re right, that was my first orgasm.” Her cheeks are burning red and my cock’s so hard it might break. “I hope you’re proud of yourself. You didn’t have to be a dick about it, but you can’t help yourself.” And she storms out without another word.
I watch her go and a grin spreads across my lips.
No, I’d never be with a girl like Gracie, but I’ve been missing out.
Chapter 9
Gracie
I fight to make it through the rest of the shift with my cold, wet, ruined panties, the smell of sex in my nose, my own taste mingled with his lips still on my tongue, and the memory of that orgasm ringing in my ears.