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Tate

She comes with my name on her lips. That should be enough to last me for a lifetime, but it’s not. I told myself I could take what she’s willing to give and let her go. One night and that would be enough. But I already know I’m lying to myself. I’m a damn fool. She came apart in my arms, and already I’m trying to figure out how I can keep her.

If she knew the thoughts I’m having in my head right now, she’d run. Because I’m picturing her with my ring on her finger, her belly swollen where I’ve bred her, and her by my side always.

“Lake... baby...” I lift her into my arms and walk through the garage. Her head’s on my shoulder, and she’s limp in my arms.

I walk into my office and sit down at my chair with her in my lap. Her pussy is spread out, fitted right over my cock. The rough denim is between us, but it doesn’t seem to faze her, because even now, after she’s already come, she’s seeking me out, pushing her hot pussy against my cock.

I cup her face, push her hair out of her eyes, and force her to look at me. “Are you a virgin?”

She blinks. Her eyes are bright, and her face shows that she was just well loved. “Yes.”

I wrap my hand around her neck and remind myself not to hurt her, but the emotion that rocks through me when she tells me yes is enough to pummel me.

She deserves better than me... better than this. She doesn’t need to lose her virginity in my dirty shop... with a redneck like me. If I was a better man, I would put a stop to this. The struggle is real. I put my forehead against hers. “I should get you dressed and send you out of here.”

She doesn’t like what I’m saying. Her legs are dangling at my sides, and she hooks them around my legs, scooting forward until her thighs are like a vise around me. I almost come in my pants.

She reaches between us and undoes the button on my jeans. She scoots back just enough to get the zipper down and then she reaches in and pulls my angry looking cock from my pants. It’s standing up, thick and erect between us. There’s already a bead of cum at my tip, and she smooths it over my bulbous head. My hips jerk.

“You want me to stop?” she asks.

“No,” I tell her in a strangled voice. Sweat drips from my brow. I could come with her petite little hands on me as she strokes up and down, but I’m not going to. Just like I didn’t let myself come last night. The next time I do, it’s going to be buried deep between her thighs.

“That’s good. Because I don’t want to stop. You see, I pictured this too. Holding you in my hands just like this, stroking your velvety skin. I tried to imagine how it would feel If I sit on you just like this... but with you inside of me instead of in my hand. Can we try that, Tate? Can I put it in me?”

“Fuck!” I say as she raises her hips over me. All it will take is a nod of my head and she’s going to drop on me.

I think I’m prepared for it. I think I can handle it. I’m older than her... I’m more experienced, but when I nod my head, and she impales her sweet pussy down on me, I swear I see fucking stars. My world goes black for just a minute. She’s perfect... her pussy is perfect, snug and tight. Her eyes are wide, and I know she’s just as shocked as I am.

She starts to move, and sweet fuck it’s the best feeling ever. She’s hugging me, and I have to move. I thrust my hips up into her and she cries out my name... She tilts her hips, pushing her breast into my face, and I suckle her nipple as she rides me.

I’m so close. I’m going to come... but I don’t want to, not until she comes again. I need to make this good for her.

I slide my hand between us and stroke her clit. She’s pushing her mound against me, and I bring her to orgasm with a few strokes over the bundle of pulsating nerves. I bellow her name as I come, painting her womb with my cum. She doesn’t stop moving until she’s milked me completely.

Breathless, she curls her head against my chest. We are both quiet, and I wrap my arms around her. I could stay just like this and be the happiest man on earth. But I know that’s not an option. She lifts her head and starts to get up. I grip her hips and help her stand, not letting go until she’s steady on her feet.

I look at her body, trying to commit it all to memory when I see the remnants of our lovemaking, the proof of me taking her virginity on her thighs. My heart races in my chest, and I’ve never felt anything so raw in my life. I stand up and tuck my cock back into my pants. “Wait, I’ll be right back.”

I walk into the bathroom and grab what I need before I go back to her. I drop down on my knees in front of her.

“I can do that,” she says and tries to take the warm, damp cloth from me, but like an obsessive man, I shake my head with a grunt. There’s something so primal about cleaning your woman who is dirty from your lovemaking.

I wipe her thighs and then gently clean her sensitive folds. There’s blood on the cloth, but it doesn’t gross me out... if anything, it does the opposite. I fold it and put it in my back pocket. She looks at me strangely, but there’s no way I’m going to tell her that I’ll probably be stroking my cock with it when she’s gone.

Gone... fuck, how the hell am I going to let her go?

“Uh, can you get my clothes?” she asks.

And I do. I grab them off the dirty floor of the garage and bring them back to her.

Chapter9

Lakelyn

Itry to dress myself, but he doesn’t let me. He dresses me patiently, and when I’m fully covered, he’s towering over me looking at me in confusion... like he can’t tell what should happen next.


Tags: Hope Ford Erotic