When I break away, we're both breathing hard. Her lips are swollen, flushed dark pink. Her eyes filled with wonder.
"I've been holding back for three days, thinking about all the ways I want you." I turn her and walk her backward toward the bed. “Now I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t walk right.” I press her down onto the bed, covering her body with mine.
“Okay, but…” Color floods her face. Her chest rises and falls rapidly. “But I've never—no one's ever—I’ve never…”
My forehead wrinkles. Is she saying what I think she is? I know she’s young. Skittish. “Never done what?”
“Anything, um…” The next word is so quiet I barely hear it, “…sexual.”
She’s a virgin. A fucking virgin. A virgin looking vulnerable and gorgeous and trusting against my sheets.
“Okay. I’m not gonna fuck you tonight. You’re not ready yet, baby.” I can’t even believe I’m saying this, but the last thing I want is for the first time I fuck my ol’ lady to be a gratitude fuck. “We’re gonna wait until you’re ready.”
“But I am ready. I want this. I want you." Her pupils are dilated, lips swollen. “Please. I-I swear I’m ready.” Her voice is almost pleading. And it’s cute how desperate she is.
“Shh… We do this my way." I rise and pull my cut off, dropping it on the chair. "I'm gonna take my time with you. Gonna learn every inch of you. And when I fuck you—and I am gonna fuck you eventually, baby—you're gonna scream my name loud enough the whole clubhouse hears it."
I kneel on the bed, crawl up her body. "No one's ever made you come before?"
She shakes her head.
I start with her mouth. Kiss her until she's panting, until her hands are fisting in my hair, pulling me closer. Then I move to her neck. When I find a spot below her ear that makes her gasp, I bite down gently before soothing it with my tongue.
“Wrath,” My name comes out breathy, wanting.
“Call me Rhett, baby. Say it. Let me hear you."
I strip off her tank top and unhook her bra. Her breasts are small, perfect, nipples already puckered. I take one in my mouth, sucking hard enough to make her arch off the bed.
"Oh god."
"Not god, baby, Rhett.”
I work my way down her body—kissing, biting, marking her skin so tomorrow everyone will know exactly what we did tonight. By the time I get her jeans off, she's trembling, soaked through her panties.
I hook my fingers in her waistband, and drag them down her legs. She tries to close her thighs shyly, but I grip her knees and push them apart.
“That’s mine.Mypussy. Don't hide it from me."
She's beautiful—pink and swollen and glistening for me. I spread her with my thumbs, lean in, and lick her from bottom to top.
She nearly comes off the bed, her back arching as a sharp cry rips from her throat. "Rhett!"
"That's it. Louder next time," I murmur against her slick folds, my voice rough with the effort of holding myself back. Fuck, she tastes like sin and salvation—sweet and salty, untouched and eager.
My cock throbs painfully in my jeans, straining against the zipper like it's got a mind of its own, but I ignore it. This isn't about me. Tonight is about her, about unraveling this broken angel thread by thread until she's screaming my name and begging for more.
Cami's hands fist the sheets as her thighs quiver on either side of my shoulders. Nineteen, untouched, mine to worship.
I circle her clit with the tip of my tongue, slow and deliberate, feeling it pulse against me like a heartbeat. She's so fucking responsive—every flick, every swirl draws a gasp or a whimper from her lips. Her pussy clenches around nothing, weeping for attention, and I can see how empty she is, how desperate. But I'm not rushing this. I want to savor every second, to learn her body the way I've been dying to explore it since the moment she stumbled into my life.
"Rhett...oh God, that feels..." Her words trail off into a moan as I suck her clit between my lips, gentle at first, then harder, grazing it with my teeth just enough to make her hips buck wildly.
"Feels what, baby?" I pull back to watch her face, my breath fanning over her wet skin. Her cheeks are flushed pink, eyes glassy with need, lips parted as she pants. She's a vision—my angel. "Tell me. I want to hear every filthy thought in your pretty head."
She bites her lip, hesitation flickering in her eyes, but the fire building inside her wins out. "It feels...so good. Please, don't stop."
Fuck, that innocence in her voice nearly undoes me. I dive back in with renewed hunger. My tongue delves deeper this time, thrusting into her tight pussy as far as it can go, tasting her deeper, feeling her walls flutter around the intrusion. She's so goddamn tight—virginal and perfect, clenching greedily like she wants to pull me inside and never let go. But I won't. Not yet.
