Page 74 of Lucky Haven

She’s getting softer and wetter for me, and I’d partitioned these thoughts to an off-limits part of my brain, where I probably dreamed about this at night, but didn’t think about it when awake. I could fantasize about her tits and crave her in my arms, but I never let myself consciously think about Haven Bingham’s pink pussy stretching wide around my cock.

And now she’s pulling me into her body, taking my body weight as I sink balls deep into her.

She’s giving me her virginity, something she saved this for a long time.

For important reasons.

And now she’s giving it to me.

Fuck.

I lean over her, wrapping her in my arms, fighting off the urge to rut into her, to hunch up and pound my cock deep.

“Give me your mouth,” I whisper before kissing her.

I want to taste how it feels as she gets used to having a cock inside her. Taking up space. Making her squirm.

Between us, I can feel her fingers still working her clit.

She was always a good student.

But God damn I don’t want this to be a sex lesson.

I need it to be more than that.

“You were worth waiting for.” I kiss her again. “You’ll always be worth waiting for. Any time you want this, all you have to do is ask. I’m yours, Haven. I’m all yours.”

Her thighs tighten around me, her fingers working faster.

And then I hear myself begging. “Tell me it’s good.”

“It’s so good.” She shudders. “Cash, you’re so big in me. You’re stretching me so much.”

“I’m sorry.” I’m not. I’m glad I’m so big she’ll never forget this. I should be sorry. I shouldn’t be doing this to her, but I love it anyway.

She huffs a little laugh. “Don’t stop.”

“You feel so good, I don’t think I could.” I snap my hips, testing her readiness for me to go balls deep on each thrust.

She moans.

Long, lusty. Perfect.

“Are you going to come?” I wrap one arm around her hips and grip her chin with my other hand. Taking complete control now. She’s a lush, soft, pillowy virgin trapped in my arms, my cock wedged deep in her body. “Is my big cock going to make you come, Haven?”

“Yes.”

“Say it. Say you’re going to come on my cock.”

She moans again. Between us, her hand goes still, and her whole body squeezes around me, an orgasm ripping through her.

“I’m coming,” she adds, the cutest little addendum to the most obvious fact in the world.

I groan and lean in, thrusting my hips into her tightness as I chase her pleasure, wanting to fill her up before she stops clenching around me.

“Came on your cock,” she whispers.

And those sweet four words, Haven Bingham’s version of dirty talk, are exactly what I need to follow her into oblivion.