“Well, there’s a little pain…”
I drop my head forward and moan in abject misery.
“But that’s normal, right? I never…didthatbefore. I’ve never even kissed anyone!”
Dear God, she’s so innocent. How could I have been so rough? “And now, you are no longer a virgin.”
“I’m still a virgin, technically.”
I shake my head with confusion. “How?”
“Well…” Her little cheeks are turning pink.
“Should I leave the food out here?” calls the food person, still apparently waiting outside. “Or…”
“Leave it, woman. Be gone!” I refocus on Darla. “How are you still a virgin? I was inside of you very deep. As deep as I could go.”
“I know.” Her eyelids droop slightly, as if…she is turned on by the reminder of how thoroughly I fucked her? The possibility makes my cock tingle with renewed lust. So soon? Yes. How could I be anything but aroused when this female is within sight?
“Explain, Darla,” I urge, feeling the need to rock her again, side to side.
“You were inside my…”
“Ass. Believe me, I remember.”
“Yes. But my hymen is in front. It’s a little piece of tissue inside of me that stays intact until my virginity is taken.” She smashes her face into my pec, which causes the rest of her explanation to be muffled. “We had a certain kind of sex, yes, but you haven’t…”
“Broken this hymen.”
“Right.”
I weed through the simultaneous need to break something and continue to rock my human. “Should I be feeling so restless right now, Darla?” My chest shudders up and down. “Surely, other men will want to take it. I’ll have to kill them.”
She reaches up to stroke my face, and I lean into her soft palm, my throat vibrating with my gratitude. To be touched by her. The perfect being. “You won’t have to kill anyone. I’m saving it just for you.”
My chest. Is it buckling? Caving in on itself? “Darla,” I manage, though my lips are stiff with emotion. “You make me feel very lucky. I will be more careful with you. I promise.”
Her fingers slip into my hair, her nails razing my scalp, and it might be the most divine feeling a human can feel, apart from mating. “You make me feel lucky, too.” She bites her lip. “Can we cuddle now?”
“Yes,” I near-shout. Oh, thank God, I get a second chance.
Cradling her to my chest, I climb to my feet and stomp to the bed, laying her down gently in the center of the white bedspread, ignoring the surge of lust that stretches my dick, just looking at her delectable little body. With its hymen, still.
How will it feel to push my cock through that virgin tissue?
Despite my rising need, I won’t be finding out tonight.
My human needs to cuddle.
I climb into bed beside her, and she rolls up against me with a giggle that makes my heart pound like a drum, my mouth moving in what feels like a lopsided smile. She curls her tiny fists against my chest, and I gather her close, our mouths finding each other with soft kisses, my palms stroking up and down the slope of her smooth back, only giving her bouncy butt cheeks an occasional squeeze. Not bad for me, considering the obsession that has formed inside me for her mind-blowing ass.
“What about the food?” I ask, sounding drowsy. Feeling content. Mostly. I am still thinking about her hymen and fighting off imaginary enemies who want to take it. “Is my little girl hungry?”
“No, Daddy,” she whispers against my chin, kissing it, then my mouth, her tongue playing shyly with mine, making my balls hot. “Is it weird to ask if…I was good?”
I struggle through the haze of satisfaction. The need for even more. The end of times will arrive, and I won’t have had nearly enough of this delicious girl. “What do you mean ‘were you good’?”
She snuggles closer. “Was I good at sex?” she whispers, peeking up at me.
