“Try,” I say against her collarbone, licking her smooth skin, “for me.”
“I’ll t...try.”
Hooking her straps with my fingers, I remove the barely there garment from her until she’s standing in only a thong. Her breasts are a perfect size, the peaks a little too big and I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to separate my mouth from them.
Palming them I groan at the plushy texture, my eyes rolling back in my head. I need to suck on those virgin tits and I put my lips on one, making her twitch and a damp smell spreads in the air and my lips curve.
She’s getting wet. Ready to accept my thick length into that slippery, tight hole of hers. Reaching down, I tug at her thong, teasing and ripping at it, looking for that sloppy sound.
And there it is. Slapping in the room and I tug her panties down, cursing inwardly at how beautiful she is. Her thick, smooth slit as untouched as freshly fallen snow and I rub my hand over my mouth, needing to taste her.
“Stan,” Amber whimpers, “I need you...” she bites her lip, her cheeks flushing when a trail of arousal runs down her shapely thigh. I use my tongue to clean her up, making my way to her entrance.
When I find the spot, she cries out. Such an innocent, defenseless sound and I clamp down on her hips, rotating her upwards, making sure my tongue hits the roof of her silkiness and her heels lift of the ground.
She’s panting, twisting and twitching like a little prey that just doesn’t know how to stay still. I need her stunned and I eat her out, until the pulses on my tongue become frantic. Hard. Pretty, little slaps that smell of purity.
Soon that smell will be replaced with my own. I need her dirty. I need her dark. It’s the only way we’ll be able to make this work. I force an orgasm out of her, then another, making sure to gently hold her clit between my lips but the way she comes is still too intense, overthrowing that musical, little body.
The way she twitches once again reminds me of a small thing that’s just been caught. And that just doesn’t know when to give up. She should. It’s over for us. I have her. I’ve seen her like nobody else has seen her, touched her where nobody touches her.
She’s mine.
She doesn’t understand. Yet. She’s still looking at me with dreamy eyes, a sweet smile, having no idea just how deep my feelings about her go. The clawing in my chest comes back, but I push it away.
That side of me can’t come out now. Don’t want those eyes to widen in terror.
Cupping her, I lay her down on the bed, pushing her up against the pillows and she’s so intoxicated on her orgasm that her legs fall open and I hiss at the unraveling of her shameless femininity.
It hurts my heart. To see her like this. To be able to have her like this. Makes my skin feel like it’s made out of glass, as if I’ll break any second now.
Tugging at the hem of my shirt, I pull it over my back and Amber’s hooded eyes flare with interest and she licks her lips, like she has a healthy appetite for me.
“Touch yourself while I undress,” I say and she lifts her hand, but then hesitates. My eyes heat up in reprimand, making her gasp and when I buckle with my belt, pulling my slacks farther down, revealing the first line of hair, her hand flies to where I want it.
With an open mouth, she slides her fingers through her warmth and when my shaft juts, she lets out a loud whimper, sinking down the frilly pillows, her hips undulating, her whole body reacting to what it’s going to have to take.
Her hand trembles when I take it away and replace it with my own bigger one and relief floods her eyes. She’s so ready for this, she doesn’t even make an effort to scram, instead she lets me guide her anyway that I want her, pin her to the bed and she arches, displaying her sumptuous tits.
They shake when I push into her, her eyes widening in surprise, a look as if she’s drifting between discomfort and frenzy, leaking over her face. This is what I’ve wanted for so long. I’ve obsessed over this. Craved this until I thought I was going to lose my mind.
“Fuck,” I curse as she snaps violently all around me, “so motherfucking tight, you’re going to break my cock in half.”
“Stan, don’t hold back,” she stutters to my surprise, “I know you want more, I know what this means to you. I can see it in your e...eyes.”
“You might hate it,” I warn between my teeth and that secret glimmer in her eyes flares, telling me she might love it and it tugs at my self-control. Taking her thighs in my hands, I strike her in a wide stretch, so hard-pressed, I know she feels the burn and she lets out a trembling moan.
“Hate it yet? Tell me how much you hate it.”
“L..love it...”
With my emotions building up to a storm in me, I start eating her mouth, sucking on her tongue, my cock spanking that little tease withering under me. The one I’ve been thirsting for, for months. My whole life without even knowing it.
I have her shut in by my body, our skins chafing, her mouth turning just as savage against mine. Her sex is hot, hot, hot. Her little pussy is not going anywhere. I own it now, determined to treat it however I want for the rest of my life.
“Come,” I instruct as I’m about to do the same. “Come for me.”
“Stan,” she groans powerlessly, trying to fight against the urge to collapse and it makes me frenzied.