Her skin is so soft under my rough fingers. I'm mesmerized when she opens her legs another inch, giving me what I want, which is everything.
I drag my knuckles over the soaking indent where her pussy lips are open under the fabric, watching her face as I work her over the wet cotton.
"Oh, my god." Her mouth drops open, and her eyes meet mine.
I'm her god right now, because that's what I need to be.
"Say my name, May." I push inside her panties, and the scent of her drenched cunt hits me like a freight train. I spread her outer lips, gliding my fingers through her juices, slipping up and down until her eyelids fall to half-mast.
"My name," she repeats, blinking at me like she just learned the words.
And right then, she owns me.
"Do you know what I'm doing?" I increase the pressure, digging a finger into her slit, moving upward until I find the hard nub under my thumb. I work it in slow circles.
"I think so, and I know I don't want you to stop." She looks at me with wonder in her eyes, her lips parted, her round face more beautiful than anything I've seen before.
"I'm making you mine. It's starting right now."
"Now," she murmurs, so lost in the sensations I'm giving her that she shows no shame or reluctance.
"No one's ever touched you before, have they? Not like this." She's so pure, and her reactions tell me I'm right, but I need to hear it from her lips. I need to know. "Tell me, did you let anyone touch what's mine before today?"
"No. Never. I've only touched myself."
"Good. And no one else ever will, Pink. I'll be the first and the last to ever touch you like this."
Jesus, that admission makes my cock jump another inch. I swear it's trying to grow thumbs and unbuckle my belt to get at her.
"Show me," I say as I ease off her. My mind is racing. I can't imagine anything I could want more right now than to see this fresh, young creature touch herself.
Her eyes refocus when I take my hand away. I bring them to my lips and lick her cum from my wet fingertips. Fire engulfs my body when I taste her on my tongue.
"Show you what, exactly?" She shifts on the desk, bringing her torso to sit straight, and I work the buttons on her sweater.
"I want to see how you touch yourself. So I know what you like. And how you like it." Her sweater falls open, and I think I might die right there. Her tits are more glorious than I'd imagined, her skin like fresh cream. I can't hold back. I bring my face down and sink into the cleavage, growling and tracing my tongue in the crevice until her breathing stops. My fingers trace a line down the swell of her belly, taking hold of the crotch of her panties. Then I pull away and glare at her. "Do it. Get your fingers inside that cunt and show me."
I pull her panties roughly, tearing them so that they hang loose. The waistband still holds the fabric in place, but they no longer cover what's mine.
Her eyes spring wide, and her breath comes rapid and uneven. The room is spinning around me, but her hand moves to obey as I devour the ripe swell of her tits. My hands work her sweater off her shoulders, and I thank Christ her bra clasp is in front.
She lets out a soft moan when my hands work the catch between her breasts and set them free. Then, just as the full magnificence of her tits comes into view, her fingers sink between her legs and disappear into the soaking pink gash that's already branding me with her scent.
"Holy fuck." My dick is dripping cum, and I hope to God I don't jizz all over myself.
"Like this?" Her breathless question nearly empties my cock into my pants. How can something so innocent and pure be so uninhibited and seductive? I bite the inside of my lip until the coppery flavor of my own blood spreads over my tongue.
"Yes, Pink, just like that."
Her fingers move in her wet folds, slurping, popping, as my mouth tastes her hardening nipple. A moan rips out of me as I draw her into my mouth, nearly shaking the ground. My tongue dances around each gathering bump and nub. I suck hard, pulling her into my mouth until it's full of her. Her hand moves faster, faster, as her back arches into me, and I know I've found home.
"That feels like Christmas and my birthday and… oh my god. Something's happening—" Her voice reaches a crescendo, and I let her tit pop free from my mouth because I know what I need.
My fingers grip her knees, pushing them apart.
"Lay back, May."
She pauses the rapid motion of her fingers. Glistening wetness coats her bare outer lips, and rage engulfs me for a moment. I have to be sure.
