Page 71 of The Virgin Playboy

My door chimed, alerting me when someone was outside. Graham remembered where I kept the spare key as he had let himself in. Admittedly I was used to a horny and rabid Graham. Our time together had given him the right amount of confidence and practice to where he could just act without having to question every little thing. But I wasn’t expecting the man who rushed over to me with barely a greeting, imprisoning me in a ferocious kiss.

“Mmm…” Kiss. “I was…” Kiss. “So sure you…” Kiss. “Wouldn't come,” I spoke between kisses.

“Of course, I wanted to come,” he assured smiling into the kiss. “And make you come,” he flirted, deepening the kiss. “And then come some more,” he said, pinning me to the wall.

“Well, you can't blame me for thinking you'd ghost me⁠—”

“Jaq, I didn't come here to talk. I came here to fuck,” he smirked, leaning out of our groove. “If you changed your mind, I can⁠—”

“No, it's just… it's nice to see you,” I remarked, deciphering through the lust-glazed glow in his normally innocent eyes.

“We should go to my room⁠—”

“I can't wait that long,” he said, especially knowing I hadn't had anything on under my sleep shirt. Hoisting me onto his hips against the wall with swiftness, his length parted my lips, thrusting desperately inside me with carnal need.

“Baby, I've never seen you like this. What's gotten into you?” I panted, gently tugging at his thick tresses, watching him break apart inside me. We had had some wild times, but never like this.

“I just fucking need it,” he admitted, his face contorting into sexual agony. “I just fucking need you.” His voice broke, his torso tensed, and his weight pinned me to the wall as he emptied himself balls deep. “Okay, now we can go to your room.” On the way to my room, one by one items of his clothes fell to the floor. The healthy glow of his brown skin flexing as he reached into my dresser and grabbed an old faithful.

“I'm gonna make you come harder than you've ever come before, waiting for me to get hard again,” he threatened, as he propped a pillow under my stomach, mounting me before attempting to pierce my apex. Reaching in his hand between my legs, he lightly massaged my dripping folds with his favorite vibrator of mine, all while sinisterly whispering into my ear.

“Mmm… I'm about to have that pussy throbbing and begging for cock after I'm done with you,” he coaxed, taking turns licking and biting my earlobe. “Tell me what you're gonna be for me,” he purred, catapulting me to subspace.

“A good little slut for you.”

“I bet you can't even help it, can you? All this pussy knows how to do is come,” he degraded, and I could just feel his dick growing and growing as he worked me with the vibrator, touching me in just the right way, pleasure shooting all the way down to my toes.

“Stop holding back, you know that pussy wants to come. I need it to come…” he reached in to kiss me, drawing me in with those luscious lips. “So, I can lose myself again in that wet, deliciously tight pussy,” he mewled, and I swear I was going to fuckin’ lose it. I wanted that dick more than anything, so I gave into his demands, coming hard on the vibrator, as he turned me around and gripped me from behind. Graham wasn't asking, he was just taking, and I was ashamed to admit how much I liked him taking control.

“Mmm…” Graham groaned, finding nothing but ease slipping past my opening. “I forgot that I came in you earlier, so you feel especially divine,” he moaned, guiding my hips as he took my hair into his opposite hand.

“You fucking like that, don't you?”

“Yeah, baby.”

“Because a good slut knows that all she's really good for. A fleshlight for this cock,” he taunted, the sound of his balls slapping against me sending me to the deep end. How did I morph him into this sex god? He was hitting it just right.

“Bet you can't wait for me to come up in this pussy, hmm? Knowing you're serving your life's sole purpose…”

“Yes, baby, I love it when you cum in me.”

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours, baby.”

“Damn right, this pussy is mine. Now, when I tell that pussy to come, it better fucking come,” he demanded, putting me through the mattress. The man had known all my tells, his hips adapting a rhythm he knew I wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer for.

“Come for me, baby. Let those walls drip and throb all over my cock.”

“Yes, baby,” I cried, even his dirty talk was on point.

“No one makes me feel the way you do, baby. Fuck! You gonna come for me?” he coached, driving into me slow but deep, hitting my G spot. My body was under his control.

“There she is, there she fucking is,” taunting me through the entire climax. He maneuvered me on my back, my lips desperate to taste his, as I managed one kiss before he pushed me back down and entered me facing him. “Aw, fuck,” he panted, grabbing my hair and forcing me to watch his dick wildly fuck me. “You like it when I claim this pussy, huh?”

“God, yes.”

“You like it when I come inside you, baby?”