“That’s a silly question.” I set my drink down and walk up to her. “You look good enough to eat, angel.”
She starts to blush, and I lose control.
I take her face in both hands and kiss her, but not how I’ve kissed her before. This is deep, animalistic, and uncontrolled. I crush her lips under mine, letting her feel the pent-up desire that’s been torturing me since I left work.
She moans into my mouth, and I swallow the sound, tucking it away somewhere deep inside. I want every little piece of her.
There’snothingI won’t take.
I slide my hands up her hips to her tits. The fabric of her dress is smooth, but not as smooth assheis. I find the zipper on the back and tug it down. She moves slightly and lets the straps fall from her shoulders.
Her tits spill free. Her nipples are already stiff, like two pink gumdrops just begging for my lips. I lean in and take one in my mouth. She gasps and grasps my shoulders with her fingers. Her nails dig in, but I couldn’t care less.
I suck hard, rolling her nipple between my teeth. Her knees give in, but I catch her with an arm around the waist and pin herup against the sofa. I lose my face in her cleavage, so ample and smooth.
“Dominic…oh my God.”
“This is gorgeous,” I tell her, bunching the fabric of her dress around her waist. “But not as gorgeous as what’s underneath. Let’s get you out of it.”
She doesn’t hesitate. She tugs the dress over her hips and steps out of it, leaving her standing completely naked before me. The soft light from the lamps makes her almost seem to glow.
Like the angel you are.
Nineteen years old and untouched. So gorgeous it almost hurts.
Taking her by the shoulders, I press her back onto the suede sofa. She has no idea she’s lying where countless women wish they could be—countless gold-digging sluts that want nothing more than to use me for my money.
But not Hazel. She’s not like that. I know it deep down to my bones.
I step between her legs, spreading them apart with my palms. Her pussy is slick and glistening. It contracts around nothing, and I can see her heartbeat pulsing in the tender flesh surrounding her clit.
She’s ready.
I nearly tear my belt in half getting it off. I unzip and tug out my cock. I’m so hard. The skin is shiny, stretched over the taut muscles of my shaft. Pre-cum drips onto her ankle, causing her to giggle.
Still, her eyes widen as she stares at it—like they always do. I love that reaction and don’t want it to ever stop.
“I’m going to stretch you, angel,” I tell her, gently spreading her pussy lips as I press my tip against her hole. We shudder together. “You’re going to feelall thisin places you didn’t even know existed.”
“Yes.” She nods quickly. “Yes, please, sir.”
“Take a breath.”
She does.
I push in. Just the tip at first. But it’s enough.
Her mouth falls open, but she makes no sound. Her fingers wrap around my forearms, and her nails dig into my skin so hard that there’ll be marks tomorrow.
I knew she was already tight when I fingered her, but this is something else entirely. Her tiny, virgin cunt both stretches and resists at the same time, like part of her is trying to accept me and another is trying to push me out.
“Just breathe, angel. Breathe.”
Her eyes close, and she draws another breath, then lets it out slowly. I watch her tits sway as I push deeper, inch by inch.
Her body fights back. I can feel the barrier—that thin, virginal resistance—but then I’m through it, and she cries out.
I stop, lean in, and let her press her face to my chest.
