Her eyes flash with desire as she peers back at me.
“Let’s see how dirty you can be.”
Lucy blushes but stays still.
“I mean it.” I slip my fingers under her leggings and through her damp folds as my teeth edge at her nipples through her shirt. “Don’t make me repeat it.”
She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth. I yank the shirt over her head. My eyes flick down to her chest, taking in the black lace of her bra, her soft breasts flushed and begging for my lips behind the lace.
I move behind her body and unhook the clasp. Her eyes go wide and round as the fabric drops to the floor at my feet. My gaze trails down her curvy body, delicious curves that make me want to feast for days. My cock throbs harshly, the bite of the zipper a cold reminder of the warmth I wish I were buried in.
Unable to hold back, I palm my rock-hard cock through my jeans as my other hand molds around her breast, tweaking thenipple, twisting and massaging until she squeals and drips on my denim-covered thigh.
“So sensitive,” I breathe as I cup them, using one palm to hold them together, growling as my lips try to take in both nipples at once. I suck and swirl, kneading her creamy flesh and using my teeth to nip and tantalize the hardened peaks.
“Could stare at you all fucking day, my sweet girl.” I pull away, thumbs flicking over the nubs.
Wetness floods between her thighs with my words. Her beautiful eyes look up at me, so raw and vulnerable, everything I didn’t know I was so damn desperate for.
I can hardly form words around her. My body is too turned on, my brain flooded with lust.
“I want to taste you.” She says the words so damn sweetly. My cock pounds on the back of my zipper, ready to tear the teeth if that’s what it takes to get to her.
I’m hardly in control. She’s too sweet, too beautiful, too right for me.
Her tiny fingers work the button of my jeans. My pants hang open and her eyes feast on my thick cock for the first time.
“It’s so big,” she whispers.
I crack a grin, fisting the base of my length and stroking. “You don’t have to do this. There hasn’t been anyone but you in my head or my life, so I promise I’m clean, Lucy, but if you’re not ready?—”
“You’re a virgin?” she asks quickly, barely spitting out the words.
“I may be a virgin, baby, but I’ve been practicing for this my entire life.” I pull her into my arms.
She looks up at me with pretty eyes hooded with lust, her lips swollen from kisses, her smile radiant.
“I am too,” she whispers. Those three words echo on repeat in my mind.
My heart slams in my chest at the knowledge that only I’ve been here, running through me like wildfire. She’s beautiful and untouched and all mine, mine to break and put back together again with my tongue, my fingers, my love.
“Baby, every time you look at me with those innocent eyes, I want you so badly,” I utter as her soft fingertips against my scalp soothe me incrementally. “You sure you want to do this? We can wait. There’s no rush. God knows I want you more than anything I’ve ever wanted, but I need you to be sure too.”
“I’m sure. When I’m with you, I feel connected to everything.” She moves to her knees and peers up at me, so seductive and yet so innocent.
My heart pounds and my cock throbs angrily as I look at her, and in that moment I have no doubt. She’s mine. Forever.
My breath comes out in rough pants as she teases the tip of my dick at the edge of her pretty pink mouth. I lick my lips and watch, riveted, as she takes my shaft in hand, trailing her tongue up the length before plunging me fully into her mouth.
I nearly blow my load right then.
She moans as she takes me to the back of her throat, and a ravaged growl escapes me as she tries to swallow me whole. I breathe through my nose, willing myself not to come so soon as she bobs like a gorgeous angel on my cock.
She peers up at me, locking with my eyes as her hand trails over the cut lines of my abs under my shirt. She slips both hands up my body, fingers dusting my abdomen as she sucks and swirls that talented tongue before taking me to the root again, the engorged tip lodged in her throat.
I groan as I set the pace with my hands on her head, trying desperately to be gentle, holding the animal she unleashes at bay.
Her pussy drips with arousal, trailing down her legs. I want to reach one hand down and slide her fingers through the wetness.
