Page 21 of Paid With Innocence

Mine…this girl is mine forever.

“You’re trying to tempt me, aren’t you?” I ask, my voice low as I kiss down her neckline. “Doing your morning yoga here in nothing but a pair of panties?”

Her adorable little giggle goes straight through my chest. “Me? I would never do something like that. I’m just so innocent, remember?”

“That innocence is mine now, princess. Remember?”

I kiss down her perfect breasts, taking each nipple between my lips. Hearing her tiny gasps just encourages me. My heart races as I move down her flat stomach, all the way down between her legs.

Her back arches as I press my nose against the thin cotton of her panties—a tiny little piece of damp fabric separating me from her succulent pussy.

“Already wet for me,” I growl, taking hold of her thighs and spreading her legs.

Her only response is a soft moan. She twists her hips and grabs her tits with both hands as I continue to tease her. I don’t pull her panties aside—I just leave them where they are and drag my lips across her thighs, up her hidden mound, and back down again.

Christ, I love watching her reactions.

She’s an actual work of art herself.

I nuzzle deeper, and she reacts. Her legs snap together against my head, and she cries out. “Don’t tease me!” she pleads. “I can’t take it!”

Smiling, I stand and lift her into my arms. “Oh, you can take it, princess,” I growl. “You can take it really well.”

I carry her into the bathroom and into the walk-in shower. Watching her take in the luxury of the house is still so cute. She still hasn’t gotten used to it yet.

Keeping my eyes on her, I reach back and turn the water on. It rains down on us as I press my lips to hers. Our tongues dance hungrily against each other, and I run my hands across her slick body.

My cock is throbbing as I kick my shorts off.

I was so caught up with my desire for Megan that I forgot I had them on.

Hooking my thumbs in her panties, I peel them off and raise them to my nose. I stare at her as I inhale, drenching my lungs in her lush scent.

Her eyes narrow as she looks back at me. No more blushing. No more embarrassment. She’s right here with me, in the moment, wanting me as much as I want her.

“Turn around.” I grab her by the hips and pin her up against the tile wall.

She gasps as I spank her ass nice and hard. So firm. So tight.

My hunger for her is overtaking me. I bend down and press my teeth against her right cheek, giving her just enough of a nibble to get a squeal out of her.

“You’re bad,” she giggles.

Moving in, I tease her pussy with the tip of my hard cock. “You have no idea.”

We both moan as I slide inside.

There it is. That impossibly tight pussy that I claimed last night. So warm and so wet it grips me like a fist. Megan tilts her hips, pressing her ass out, providing me an even deeper angle.

Last night was her first time, and I took it easy on her. But this time, I can’t hold back.

And I don’t.

I fuck her hard and fast, watching her plump, eighteen-year-old tits bounce with each stroke. Her ass slaps back against my legs as I drive every inch I have into her sweet hole.

She mewls as I trace her back with my fingertips, finally finding her waist and clutching it tight.

“You’re so goddamn good, baby,” I grunt into her ear. My balls ache, and I’m already losing myself in the hot bliss of her perfect cunt.