Page 23 of Tennessee Whiskey

“Nick, no one has ever…” I begin, but then I trail off, too embarrassed to tell him I’m a virgin.

He stills and looks up at me, his golden eyes gleaming amber as he confirms, “No one has ever kissed you here before, Daisy?”

I bite my lip nervously and shake my head.

A choked noise escapes him, and his breathing becomes heavier. I feel his hands tighten on my thighs where he holds me open. “Has anyone ever been inside you before?” he croaks out.

I shake my head again, pulling against him and trying to crawl away. “I’m sorry,” I apologize for my inexperience, embarrassed beyond words.

He gives a hoarse laugh, “Sorry? I should be thanking you. Now I don’t have to kill anyone.”

Before I can say anything else his mouth is on me, licking all along my slit up to my clit.

I jump at the sensation of his tongue sliding over my swollen nub, but he holds me still, not letting me pull away.

“Don’t ever run from me, remember?” he chides me before doing another one of his torturously long licks.

“You have the prettiest fucking pussy I’ve ever seen, kitten,” he tells me in between licks.

Suddenly, he plunges his tongue into me, fucking it in and out of my wet folds. I gasp, my hands shooting down to fist in his hair. He’s circling my clit with the pad of his thumb while he continues to tongue-fuck me. I feel pressure building within me and can’t stop the whimpers and moans that escape me.

“That’s it, baby,” he encourages me as he continues his rhythm.

I don’t know what my body’s chasing, but it’s something that I desperately need in this moment.

He increases the speed with which he’s circling my clit and prods my opening with his finger. “Come for me, kitten,” he demands, and just like that, my body obeys and convulses into my first mind-blowing orgasm.

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Nick

Her pussy contracts around my finger where I’ve barely inserted it into her. I can feel it gripping and rippling around it, and I feel the come shooting up the stalk of my dick as I imagine it sheathed in her depths as she falls apart like this.

To my utter amazement, I feel my release burst from my tip, making a sticky mess in my boxers. I groan as I feel my fluids ripping from me.

“Goddamn, baby,” I rasp as I smash my hips into hers and grind myself against her as the rest of my come pumps from my body, “You made me fucking come without even touching you.”

I can honestly say I’ve never in my whole fucking life come in my pants just from eating a chick out. But that’s what Daisy does to me. I lose all fucking control around her, and I can only imagine what it’ll be like when I get inside her. Two fucking pumps and I’ll probably be done.

I look down at her flushed face. Her eyes are still closed as she practically purrs in the afterglow of the orgasm I gave her. It’s probably for the best I shot my first preliminary load in my pants. I’m still hard as a rock. Maybe now I can fuck her without exploding as soon as I slide into what I already know will be the gates of heaven.

Fucking hell, when she admitted she was a virgin…Christ, I knew she was mine, but the thought that she’ll be totally mine in every way. No other man will ever taste the sweet nectar of her cunt. No other man will ever fill her the way I will.

I kiss her lips gently, coaxing her back to the present. I want to look into her beautiful blue eyes when I first slip inside her and make us one person.

Still drunk on her afterglow, she slides her thin arms around my neck and kisses me back languidly. Her tongue twining with mine is the sweetest thing I’ve ever experienced.

I still can’t believe she apologized for her inexperience. Hell, it’d been the best gift I’d ever received. I don’t want a practiced body underneath mine. I want her. Just as she is. Sweet and innocent and fiery and sassy.

While still kissing her lips, I undo the buttons of my slacks and pull myself from my boxers, not bothering to completely undress myself. Maybe I’m not playing fair again, but I don’t want to give her mind a chance to catch up with her and fuck us out of this. Her body wants me. Her soul wants me. Whether she realizes it or not, this is how we’re meant to be.

Still keeping her drunk on kisses, I line myself up at her entrance. Despite how wet she is, I can still feel how tight she is against my tip.

My body aches as I hold back the urge to plunge within her in one thrust. Instead, I plunge my tongue deeper into her mouth as I press slowly into her, slipping just the head of my cock inside her tight channel.

She cries out in my mouth, her body tensing beneath me at the intrusion.

I slip a hand between us and begin to work her clit in smooth circles again.


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