I notice her breathing quicken once I’m bare chested and wonder what it means.
Does she enjoy my body, with all its crude ink and shank wounds?
Doesn’t matter what she enjoys, roars some angry voice in the back of my head.
I ignore the voice and let instinct guide me to a kneel between her thighs. She squeaks in trepidation and tries to close them, but I shake my head at her. Biting her lip, she opens them again, allowing me to look down at her virgin cunt. Smooth and sweet, fresh from the shower. My dick surges with hot blood at the sight. The scent of what I hope is her arousal.
Oh God, eating her out wasn’t part of the plan. I’m supposed to be served by this arrangement, not the other way around. I’ve already made her orgasm once without taking my own satisfaction. She’s going to realize I’m wrapped around her little finger. But I can’t think straight until I taste test her pussy to be sure she’s horny.
For fuck sake, I got dizzy when she knocked her head into the shower door. If I hurt her when we have sex, I might throw myself off a cliff.
I get down on my stomach, inhaling the sugary aroma of her, my palms pressing open her trembling legs. “I’m licking it forme, do you understand?” I bite the flesh of her inner thigh, making her whimper. “This is not for you. I want a wet ride. That’s all.”
Her stomach hollows on a shaky inhale. “O-okay.”
Lord, that twang in her voice is so sweet. “Don’t forget what you’ve been asked to call me while we’re in this bed, girl”
I hear her swallow. “I didn’t forget.”
“Good.” With rough hands, I shove her knees open and down, pinning them to the bed, her cunt blossoming open right in front of my eyes. Slick flesh parts and reveals valleys, dips. That tight little hole. Farther down is her puckered asshole, and I groan at the sight, my animal urges telling me to flip her face down and take her anally. Anything I want, right?
But what I want most is her pleasure.
And I want her pleasure so fucking bad, I’m burning up.
Goddammit.
I nuzzle my mouth and nose into her pussy flesh, muttering praise that comes from deep within me, from an unknown place, and I tease the tip of my tongue against her entrance, making her suck in a breath, her hips starting to squirm.
“Did you like coming on my fingers yesterday?”
“Y-y-yes.”
“Yeah, I liked it, too. But it got my mouth all jealous.” I kiss the top of her slit. “It wants some of that sugar juice, little girl. I’m fitting to lick it out of you.”
She responds with a gasping shiver and I just dive in, angling my face so my forehead is pressed to the taut skin beneath her belly button and my tongue is hooked gently, rubbing her swelling clit.
“Oh, my goodness,” she exhales with a trembling voice, her stomach flexing and releasing against my forehead. I work my tongue in a faster, tighter pattern, my fingers down below to spread the resulting gush of moisture. Spreading it against her entrance with the pad of my thumb. Working it, working it in circles, before I finally pump my middle and ring finger into that snug entrance, her own arousal making asquishthat rolls my eyes to the back of my head. Christ, she’s a horny one, isn’t she?
What if…it’s me, specifically me causing her to be in heat?
Is such a thing possible?
Quit that wishful thinking and enjoy her.
What else can I do when she’s so fucking juicy and responsive? Every lick of that hidden bud drives her closer. She lets me know with halting breaths and her fingers, which have speared into my hair and communicate to me. There. Faster. I give her innocent pussy what it needs, drawing my fingers in and out of her clenching fuck hole, the juice dripping down to my wrist.
“Ohhhh,” she moans, her back arching off the bed. “That same thing that happened y-yesterday. It’s happening again, Daddy.”
“Good girl,” I roar in between laps of my tongue, quick concentrated rubs. My fingers move in a blur now. Holy hell, I wouldn’t have thought it possible for a virgin to squirt, but mine just might. She’s so worked up, I’m holding her down with my right forearm across her stomach, her hips bucking up, up, up, fucking my tongue.
When her peak hits, it bathes my mouth and nearly breaks me, the taste of her is so luscious. So fresh. I mash my face into her to get as close to the source as possible, my hard dick pulsing against the mattress.
Her legs loosen of tension, signaling that she’s coming down and I mount her, panting, my cock so heavy and stiff in my hand, I doubt I’ll make it ten seconds once I get it inside of her. My fingers are still tingling with the evidence of how tight she is. The girl cut off my fucking circulation. There’s no telling what’s in store for my dick.
As if I’m not already hard as stone, she’s gazing up at me in wonder, her juices dripping off my chin and onto her mouth where she licks up the droplets.
With a hoarse curse, I buck myself deep.
