She’s a virgin for goddamned sake. And my corrupt, outlaw biker dick doesn’t deserve the gift of her first ride, but I’m taking it.
It’s mine.
She’s mine. And whatever the hell I have to do to make this work, I will.
God, just give me the strength to go slow. Because she’s tight as a credit card slot and I’ll rip her wide open if I fuck her like I need to.
When I reach for the drawer, her eyes track me. “Wanna help me put this on?” I hold up a packet.
“Sure, you’ll have to show me.”
“Come here, sweetheart.”
Looking dazed with her sunny ringlet hair all over the place, she wiggles to the edge of the bed.
First things first, the dress needs to go. I need to see all of my summer girl.
She turns shy when I grab the sides of her dress.
“Don’t hide from me.”
“I’m just… not very big up top.”
“You’re fucking perfect,” I growl and prove it so by grinning like a maniac when I get that dress over her head.
No fucking bra.
Jesus. She’s perfect. I can’t stop myself from dipping down for a taste of one of those tight pink nipples. “Look at these beautiful titties,” I growl. “Gonna spend hours worshiping them while you bounce on top of my stiffy.”
She blinks at me, that sweet innocent expression almost bringing me to my knees. “You really like them?”
Oh Jesus. “I love them, Katie. Can’t you see how hard I am?”
Her gaze falls to my zipper which is half-down, and very much cutting into my enormous erection.
“Take him out.”
She licks her lips in a tight, nervous little arc, so I move her hand to my bulging crotch.
My room—our room—is nearly silent except for the hum of the ventilation system and the rapid sound of her breathing.
The delicate way she touches me, makes my jaw clench and my thighs turn to steel. “Your hand feels so good, beautiful.”
Growing a little bolder, she traces the tip through my black briefs. Precome seeps out of me, making me groan.
“See. I’m barely in control.”
Fascinated with the wet soaking through my briefs she smiles. “I bet what came out tastes good.”
Oh shit.
Her fingers hook in the band of my Calvin Kleins and she slowly reveals the tight, stretched head.
“Feel free,” I say with a husky chuckle.
But I’m not really prepared for those innocent pink lips to dip down to my cock where she presses them right over the slit.
Fuck.
