I can’t wait a second longer. I scoop her up and stride to my bed, where I lay her out like the virgin offering she is.
As I stare down at her, I know two things: I’m going to hell for this. But it’ll be worth it.
She’s so soft and sweet—chubby thighs and belly, lush breasts spilling out of the top of her sexy bra, lying on my faded flannel sheets. I can’t resist her.
This is a dream. In the morning, she’ll be gone.
But right now, she’s here. My angel. My miracle on a dark and sacred night.
I lean down and kiss the inside of her knee. She squirms and kicks, unused to being worshiped. If I get my way, she’ll get used to it. I’ll work my way up her gorgeous body, pleasuring every inch of her. I’ll tie her down if I have to. My bed posts are sturdy. And tomorrow?—
No. There’ll be no tomorrow.This gift, this miracle, is only for one night. I need to make the best of it.
So I get comfy between her legs. When she tries to inch her knees closed, I part her thighs so her pussy blossoms. The scent of her is the sweetest perfume. I kiss a line from her knee to inches from her dripping center, my beard scraping up the sensitive flesh until it’s chafed pink. I like my mark on her.
“Joel,” she breathes. Her hands come to rest on my head. If she tries to push me away, I’ll pin them down, but for now I like how her fingers tangle in my hair, ready to hold on tight. “You don’t have to go slow for me. You can?—”
“Shhh, babygirl.” I stroke two fingers up and down her outer pussy lips, rubbing them with the lightest touch. She’s shaved smooth, and ultra sensitive. She torques her hips one way, then the other, and I steady her with a hand at her waist. “There’s no rush. This is for me.”
“But—”
“No talking.” I make it an order, and don’t miss how her pussy gushes in response.Beautiful.I scoot further to the apex of her thighs. “I’m going to get to know you. Inside and out.” I take one labia between a thumb and forefinger and rub until she can’t catch a breath. I nuzzle the inside of her knee, nipping her tender flesh. She’s spread before me like a book, and I want to read every chapter. Study every paragraph. Memorize every line.
There are faint stretch marks on the curves of her hips and insides of her thighs. I trace them, first with my fingers, then with my tongue. She makes the most adorable little whimpers and squeals. Is she embarrassed about her body? Herresponses? At one point she tries to roll on her front. I spank her sweet ass. “No. No hiding from me.”
It takes her a moment to obey. I give her another swat and her rear jiggles so nicely, I spank it some more. The redness from her spanking has faded to a pink flush. It’ll be interesting to see how much punishment she can take. She rocks back into position before I can imprint a red mark in the shape of my hand on her bottom.
Her eyes are dark as night, her lips glossy from biting them.
“Relax. I’m going to make this good for you.” I slide my palms under her ass, gripping her punished flesh in a reminder of what happens when she disobeys me. I need her to let go, to give me control. Erotic pain can unlock some people better than pleasure can. I suspect it works that way for Lainey.
I let my beard brush over the crease of her thighs, teasing her, circling her wet center. Her scent envelopes me until I’m drunk with it. I thumb her pussy lips until she’s restless and desperate, not for escape, but for more.
That’s when I lick her. She tenses up but I wear her down, massaging her intimate folds with the lightest touches of my fingertips and tongue. I tickle her clit and taste her from the top of her labia to the bottom. I prop her hips up higher and lick in long, rhythmic strokes. Up and down, up and down, until her hips rock with each pass.
Every so often, she lets out a little coo or sigh. She’s been such a good girl, keeping quiet this whole time.
I take a break and lean back, spreading her labia to drink in the view. Her little clit is swollen and needy.
“I want you to come. You can cry out if you want, but the only thing you say is my name. Got it?” I punctuate my command with a light smack, right on top of her clit.
She gasps.
“Nod if you understand.”
She nods so hard, her hair flops into her face.
“Hang on, babygirl.” I dive back in, licking her in the same rhythm until she’s at a simmer.
“Joel,” she hums my name at a volume barely above a whisper. I lick lower, and delve a thumb to massage the shiny skin around the knot of her anal entrance. All of her is mine. Mine to explore. Mine to possess. Mine to fuck.
“Joel!” She clenches her bottom cheeks, trying to squeeze herself shut, but I press my face to her pussy, driving my tongue into her channel to lick up all the juices there. Her hips judder, her whole body vibrating at peak intensity. She turns my name into a moan. I squeeze her ass in rhythm to my tongue fucking her.
She finds my head, digging her fingers into my hair and tugging hard enough to rip it out by the roots. I don’t stop. She’s panting my name, singing it out as her muscles clench.
“That’s it, baby,” I say, my mouth filled with her pussy. She jerks, coming undone on my tongue. Her cries are the sweetest music.
I rise up, beard dripping, and crowd closer, making her legs stretch wide. Her pussy is hot and sopping wet in my palm. I’ve penetrated her with my tongue. She’s loose from her orgasms, but she needs more preparation before I give her my dick.
