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He dragged my panties to one side, sinking his lips onto my pussy and breathing me in. His nose massaged my clit, sending me to the verge of combustion.
His full, hot lips moved against my pussy as he spoke, “You’re a drug, Farrow Ballantine. And you’re already in my veins.”
My thighs crushed together, knees wrapped around his neck as he ran his tongue from my tight hole up to my slit, then sucked my entire pussy into his mouth.
I arched, desire morphing into desperate pain, needing to give his wet tongue more access to my greedy pussy. His tongue found my clit.
The tip of it circled around the tight nub at a teasing, torturous pace. He sank his middle finger deep into my pussy. Shamelessly, my walls clasped on to it for dear life, begging for more.
“Look how soaked you are,” he murmured, tonguing my clit faster, a depraved grunt rolling from the back of his mouth. “How fucking tight you are. I’ve never fucked a hole this small in my life.”
His finger started working my pussy, and I couldn’t help it.
I blurted, “How many holes have you fucked?”
How does a man appalled by human touch lose his virginity? Alcohol? Drugs? Sheer suffering?
These questions had consumed me for weeks.
Zach added another finger, driving into me with punishing force, almost to the point of discomfort but not quite.
“Promise not to laugh?” he growled into my pussy, devouring my clit, my slit, my inner thighs with the hunger of a starved man.
“Promise.”
“Sex dolls.” His mouth paused over my skin, his labored breaths bumping his chest into the backs of my thighs. “Plastic. Synthetic. Cold. I needed to take care of my needs.”
“That’s it?”
My heart grew, expanding to the size of Zach’s misery, wanting to gulp every drop of anguish he’d ever felt and carry it myself.
“That’s it.” He unfastened the Chanel ribbon to free me and pressed a hot kiss to the back of my knee, closing his eyes at the admission. “I am otherwise a complete and utter virgin.”
I reached between us to put my hand on his knuckles, where he still fingered me. “Well.”
He stopped, staring up at me through lust-heavy eyes. His face was so boyish, so absurdly stunning, I found it hard to keep my tears at bay.
“There is nothing pathetic about you.” I traced his jaw with a single fingertip. “I’d be so honored to take your virginity, Mr. Sun, if you would give it to me.”
He offered a crooked grin. “It’s all yours, Miss Ballantine.”
I glanced between us at his hand that hovered beside my pussy. “Can I teach you a few tricks?”
His Adam’s apple rolled with his nod.
“Usually…” He paused. “Mypartnersaren’t very good at giving me pointers. None of them have had mouths.”
I rolled my eyes, trying not to giggle. “Let me show you.”
I guided his index finger back into my pussy.
“Now curl it when you reach the end. Yeah, like that.” I shifted, my juices coating both our fingers. A frisson of pleasure swelled inside me. “Here. In and out. When you twist it like that, it hits my G-spot.” I threw my head back, moaning. “Yes.”
His gaze clung to my face as he worked my pussy, his lips swollen from eating me out. I couldn’t bear it. His desire to make it good for me. This childlike eagerness for approval.
I clasped his cheeks and pulled him to me, kissing him savagely, tasting my juices on his tongue, the rain on his skin.
Condensation fogged the windows. He continued fingering me, his dick pressed to the back of my thigh, hot and ready, the crown damp.
