Nobody’s ever shown so much interest in me, not even close.
His hand slides from my breast, right up and under the collar of my shirt and wraps around my throat.
I swallow hard, damn near climax instantly as his thick fingers gently play near my windpipe.
“Oh my, God.”
“This is how it’s meant to be done,” he says, his eyes almost as if he’s not here in the present. I can’t tell if he’s complimenting himself on his prowess or scolding himself for the way he used to do…this? To other girls.
“How many times have you done this?” I gasp.
“Never. I swear. Not like this.”
“Like what?” I try for some clarification.
“I’m a virgin,” he states, some of his sexually confusing statements starting to make sense. Maybe the wires getting crossed in his mind are the same thing I’m feeling, the same lack of control, confusion, mental clarity slipping.
“Me too,” I confess right along with him.
“Damn right you are, because you were created for me and only me, just like me for you. Now…I’m going to taste what belongs to me.”
He thrusts his hips up, his engorged member knocking on my underside, stiff as a board. Freeing one hand he grabs at my shorts, ripping them open like an animal, jerking them down past my knees, my panties coming along for the ride.
He drops to his knees while I stay at where his hip level was a split second ago. No longer is he holding me with his hands, instead my ass is against the wall and my hamstrings are lying on his shoulders, his face buried in my center.
“This belongs to me now, and I decide when and where I will take it and what I do to it. Understand?”
“Yes,” I gasp and everything stalls.
I look down only to see him looking up at me. “Erica?”
“Yes, Sam. Why did you stop? Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
“Tell me you want this first. I need to hear it.”
“I don’t want it Sam. I need it. Eat my wet pussy. Puh-lease.”
Like a shot is fired at the starting gates of a hundred-yard dash he dives into my lap, licking straight up my center, two fingers spreading my lips wide as he devours my snatch, flicking at my nub.
A heavy, hoarse moan leaves me and I grab the back of his head, my fingers raking through his hair, my nails dragging along his scalp.
“So sweet, like honey.”
My back rocks back and forth against the cool concrete behind me, the force of his head going up and down, forward and back, side to side as he gives me immense oral satisfaction with the entirety of his face, nothing off limits when it comes to pleasing me.
My hips unhinge as best they can considering my shorts and panties aren’t even technically off my body, my Chuck Taylor’s flapping in the wind as my feet shake and my knees straighten as he takes my pearl in his mouth and slides a single digit inside me, finding my spot and making a come hither motion against the squishy interior of my womanhood.
“Come for me, baby. Come hard. Come fast. Come like you’ve never come before,” he mumbles into my cunt, my hands pushing his dome even more into my middle as his face goes for broke.
“Sam…Sam, I’m going to.”
A wave washes over me, my pussy spasms and my legs snap shut like a trap, the inside of my thighs forming a vacuum around his ears.
“Oh fuck!” I call out into the night, not giving a solitary fuck who hears me, my body seizing as my juices slide from my insides into the world, never seeing the moonlight because he’s there to take them straight into his mouth before a single drip can run free.
His hands squeeze my ass hard as he peels me from the wall, continuing to face fuck me as a second round hits me like a ton of bricks, exploding onto him as my body goes weightless, the first expression of my sexuality with a man in my existence.
“Fuck,” he says, his body crumbling until he’s on his back with me sitting on him. I pull myself off him, my body stretched and satiated, and then just lay there on the concrete by his side, like two peasants in the street.