Safe enough to experience things I thought I’d only ever read about in books or watch in movies.
He lets out a ragged breath. “Give me your panties before I spray cum all over your face.”
Owen squeezes his cock tight.
My mouth waters in anticipation. “You don’t need them.”
I look up and see his eyes darken in understanding. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
I wait for nerves to derail me, but there is an unconscious confidence coursing through me.
He is hard for me.
He is about to come for me.
I lean forward and slide my mouth over him. The silky heat of his head hits my tongue, and he’s thick and heavy as he slides to the back and hits my throat.
His cock pulses, and even my virgin self can tell what this means. He’s close.
The euphoria and self-satisfied feelings that radiate through me are empowering. I’m about to bring Owen Phillips, billionaire playboy, to his knees. Me, virgin Charlotte.
A new, desperate ache pulls in my core.
Owen smacks one palm on the wall behind me, his other hand cupping the back of my head and holding me still.
I look up to see him biting his bicep.
Is he trying to muffle a moan?
I rub my tongue back and forth along his shaft.
He drops his forehead onto his arm and begins to pant as he watches me with a mix of disbelief and some other emotion I don’t recognize but like. I want him to look at me like that every day.
I latch on tighter, not moving, just slowly sucking on his shaft like a candy.
His eyes widen suddenly, and his cock pulses. Hot gushes of salty cum spurt on my tongue and coat the back of my throat.
I cough at the unexpected rush and gulp, swallowing every new jet as it fills my mouth.
I roll my tongue around his cock, cleaning him, savoring him, relishing my first blow job.Owen’s flavor is one I could quickly become addicted to.
His breathing slows, and his cock softens. His grip loosens in my hair, and I slowly release his shaft and sit back.
“Stand up.” He growls.
The authority in his voice turns me on even more.
I stand.
He grips my hips and spins me around to face the mirror.
Is he going to fuck me? Am I going to lose my virginity in a changing room?
Yes. I don’t care. I just need him. Now.
He covers my mouth with his palm, kicks the inside of one foot, forcing my legs wider, and slips his other hand between.
He finds my panties, slick with arousal, and presses right where my clit is.
