I close the distance, shrugging out of my cut and draping it over the chair next to us. My t-shirt follows.
Letty’s fingertips trace the swirls of ink on my chest and across my shoulders before slowly trailing down my stomach. She lightly caresses the muscles that are taut on either side of my hips and gives me a devilish grin. Without a word, she undresses, letting me watch as every flawless inch of her body isslowly revealed. I fucking salivate and have to swallow, groaning as my cock swells.
She’s beautiful.
Letty lowers onto the bed and parts her thighs in an open invitation. No way will I fucking refuse.
I shuck my boots and remaining clothes fast, eager to touch and feel her beneath me. My cock is thick and eager as the bed dips, and I climb over her.
“I wondered what your cock would look like.”
“And?” I ask, teasing her.
“It’s bigger than I imagined.”
“He’ll fit.”
She reaches for me and her fingers brush over the length. An eager bob follows like he’s got a mind of his own. I’m hard as fucking steel thinking about fucking her.
I settle between her thighs, gently nudging them apart. My hands slide over the curve of her hips and explore her bare abdomen, slightly rounded belly, and every smooth, delicious inch in my pathway toward her center.
I want this to be good for her. I need it to be fucking perfect.
If she regrets this later, it will fucking gut me. Not that I will ever admit it.
My fingers slid between her legs, parting her for me, and revealing the soft sweetness that I had dreamed about and craved for two years. Inhaling, I groan. As fucking pure and untouched as I remember. I hold her open, maintaining eye contact as I lower my head and swipe my tongue upward. Her hips tilt, rising with the motion, and I fucking grin. I own this pussy, and I’ll make her mine, even if I have to stay between her legs for the entire night.
“Gage,” she cries, rocking her hips into my face, desperate for more.
“Yeah, beautiful. That’s it. Take what you need from me.”
She begins to writhe, working her hips with a consistent rhythm as I apply pressure to her stomach, angling my hand so that my thumb rubs small circles into her clit. Watching her, seeing her so exposed and needy, brings out the beast in me.
When I slide a finger inside her, she jolts. I add a second, and she moans my name. The beast wants free to fuck her, but I can’t let that part of myself go until the last possible second. I’ll hurt her otherwise.
I decide to stretch her a little more and pump my fingers in and out, spearing inside her channel as she sucks them into her body.So fucking wet. So ready.
The sopping sounds of her cunt fill the room.
I don’t want to wait for her to come. I need to be inside her the first time. I’ve waited so long for this, to know what it felt like when she squeezed me and her body convulsed around my cock.
“Letty,” I groan, trying to ignore my dick and the throbbing ache as it rubs against the mattress.
“Gage,” she pants. “I need you.”
“You want my cock, baby?”
“Please.” Her begging fuels my inner beast.
“Please, what?” I ask, pressing circles into her clit and moving my fingers faster.
She trembles, biting into her lower lip. “Fuck me, Gage.”
Goddamn.I love this girl.
I slide back up her body as she reaches for me.
Fuck.Seeing her like this, writhing, aching, needing me, is something I can grow addicted to fast.
