“I had no choice,” she explains.
“You’re fucking pathetic,” I snarl, hauling her into the living room, my hand still tangled in her silky curls.
“Sandman, please don’t fuck me there again.”
“I’m not,” I shove her onto the sofa and sink to my knees. “I have something else in mind.”
“What?” she asks, her voice catching in her throat.
I latch onto her legs and jerk her forward, making her fall back against the cushions. “This,” I say, brushing my fingertips over her concealed pussy.
“No.”
“Yes.” I tug her panties down her legs and toss the scrap of cotton onto the floor.
“Please,” she whispers. “I don’t want to lose my virginity like this.”
“We don’t get everything we want, Zilphia. You of all people should know that.” I position my face right at her slick opening and stare at her glistening pink cunt.
So pretty.
My mouth waters. The moon shines in through a gap in the curtains, granting me a clear view of her pussy. I spread her legs further apart and dip my greedy tongue into her sweet nectar, thoroughly exploring every slope and curve. I’m fucking famished for her.
She wrecked me, yet I want her with a hunger more profound than ever before.
I clasp onto her supple thigh with one hand and hurriedly free my throbbing length with the other. Then my mouth closes over her clit, my tongue swirling around the swollen flesh, teasing and sucking, while my hand coasts along my cock.
Zilphia’s arms fly above her head, her hands gripping the sofa cushions, soft, husky moans spilling from her lips. Tears leave glittering trails on her cheeks. She doesn’t want this, but she can’tcontrol her body’s natural response. She’s completely under my control.
“Oh God,” Zilphia gasps, her body writhing beneath my mouth.
I replace my tongue with my fingers and bury my nose at her convulsing entrance, needing to breathe her orgasm into my body. My mind goes completely blank as her sweet, musky scent overloads my senses. I’ve never smelled anything more decadent in my entire existence.
It’s the most powerful high there is.
Every molecule in my body hums, alive with need. I delve my tongue into her sopping hole, fervently lapping her creamy elixir. Once I’ve had my fill, I pull back and lift her ankles to my shoulders.
“I could eat you for hours,” I rasp, skimming my fingers through her downy pubic hairs.
“Please don’t do this,” she quietly weeps, her sorrowful eyes pleading with me.
“No more begging, Zilphia.” I kiss the heel of her left foot. I’ve always had an obsession with her feet.
I push into her, but just the tip.
My. Fucking. God.
She feels like warm silk. I still, trembling with the effort not to tear through her virgin walls. I’m not ready to fuck her just yet. The goal is to frighten her, even though I have to torture myself in the process.
“I’m not on birth control,” she says, desperation dilating her pupils.
The thought of Zilphia’s belly swollen with our baby draws my balls taut.What the fuck is wrong with me?I dispel the enticing image from my mind.
“Don’t care.” I shackle my hand around her ankle and bring her foot to my mouth, nipping and kissing right where the arch dips. “You have the sexiest feet I’ve ever seen.”
She inhales a sharp breath, saucer-wide gaze watching my every move.
“Soon, I’m going to fuck these feet,” I announce, rubbing my cheek against her heel.
