CONNOR
Ihaven’t come in my pants since I was thirteen, but Saoirse O’Sullivan is on the verge of changing all that.
I thought I didn’t like virgins. I thought they were more trouble than they were worth.
But she’s on the verge of changing that, too.
Everything tonight, from her shock at seeing the debauchery downstairs to her defiance and daring as I brought her in here, her confusion at seeing the butt plugs in the drawer, and her reaction to the things I’ve done to her tonight, has had me on the verge of climaxing all evening. I’ve never known a woman so responsive, so eager. Once Saoirse had committed to letting me test her limits tonight, she hadn’t been shy or fragile. She’d let me flog her ass, finger her, make her come twice. And what fucking climaxes they’d been. She’d beendrenched, her pussy so soaked that it had taken every bit of self-control I had to keep from fucking her and taking her goddamned virginity here and now, tonight.
But I know as well as anyone else the satisfaction that can come with a little self-denial. If Ichooseto marry Saoirse and take that innocence for myself, it will be my choice, not because I was overcome by my cock and made a mistake. And that control, that dominance over my own desires, will make deflowering her on our wedding night all the sweeter.
I’m still a man with needs, though. Right now, what I need most is to come—and I’m going to do just that, all over Saoirse’s pretty pink tongue.
The Irish princess is going to suck my cock on her knees, just as I’d imagined, and I’m going to love every second.
I just have to last long enough to savor it.
“Have you ever seen a cock before?” I ask lazily as her hands go obediently to my belt. I know behind that obedience is defiance, a refusal to say the safeword out of sheer stubbornness, but I’ll take that just as easily as true submission. It’s a different kind of arousing to know Saoirse is doing this just because she can’t back down from a dare.
“I’ve watched porn,” she says snappishly, and I grin. I know she’s afraid she won’t be able to please me, that she won’t be any good at sucking my dick. Truth be told, she’ll probably be a little clumsy at it at first—but nothing could take away from the sheer, intense pleasure at knowing that my cock is the first her lips will ever touch. I never thought I’d want to teach a woman how to go down on me, but the idea of showing Saoirse exactly how I like to be touched, licked, and sucked has me throbbing dangerously all over again.
“But never arealcock, in the flesh as it were,” I confirm, and Saoirse looks up at me, her eyes wide again.
“No,” she admits, undoing my belt, and my hand slides from her hair down to cup her cheek, my thumb rubbing over her soft, plush lower lip.
“Don’t worry, princess,” I tell her as she reaches for my zipper with trembling fingers. “I’ll tell you just how I like my cock sucked. You’re already in my favorite position for it,” I confide as she draws my zipper down, and my cock pulses at the nearness of finally being freed. “On your knees for me, like a good girl.”
Saoirse swallows, her tongue flicking against my thumb as she licks her lips nervously, and I feel a jolt of sensation just from that. She has me insanely turned on, and I steel myself for the touch of her hand on my most intimate flesh, knowing I’m on the verge of coming the second she pulls me free.
“Go ahead,” I tell her, smirking with bravado as a way of hiding just how on edge I am. “Get it out, princess.”
Saoirse’s jaw sets with clear determination, and then she slides her fingers into my open fly and wraps them around my cock.
I suck in my breath with a hiss as she frees me, my naked cock finally in her grasp. Her hand tightens around my shaft, my full erection standing tall as Saoirse takes in the sight of it—the swollen, straining flesh, the throbbing vein, the pulsing head pearling with pre-cum that’s already trickled down my shaft, enough to soak my boxers and make my shaft slick with it.
“Stroke me,” I tell her, leaning back. “Play with it a little before you taste it, Saoirse.”
She runs her hand up my length, her thumb pressing against the tip, and I groan, my balls tightening with the desperate need to come. Her fingers press into my flesh, her palm rubbing over my throbbing veins, and then she rises up on her knees a little, leaning forward.
Without my needing to tell her, her pink tongue flicks out, lapping up a drop of my pre-cum as it swirls over my cockhead, and pure pleasure bursts over me.
“Fuck!” I snarl the word, gripping the side of the chair with one hand, and Saoirse pauses.
“Didn’t you like that?” she asks, her eyes flashing as she runs her tongue beneath it, teasing the soft flesh, and I narrow mine at her as another shudder of pleasure runs through me.
“You know I did, you little fucking vixen,” I growl. “Now suck it like you mean it before I shove every inch of it down your throat.”
Saoirse’s eyes widen, her hand tightening around my shaft, but she obeys. She purses her lips around my cockhead, sliding them down as she laps at the tip of it, and then when an inch of my cock is in her mouth, she starts to suck.
My eyes roll back in my head, and I feel my balls tighten up even more, my nails digging into the velvet of the chair.
I don’t need to teach Saoirse to suck my cock.
Even in her clear naivete, she’s fucking great at it.
“More,” I growl, my eyes opening to fix on hers, and she obeys.
Her teeth scrape slightly as she slides halfway down, her full lips stretching to accommodate my width, and I grunt. She stops instantly, popping off my cock and leaving it there saliva-slick and throbbing, her lips gorgeously red and swollen.