Page 318 of A Vicious Love

She nodded once, then accepted me slowly.

Her tongue moved with nervous curiosity, and I had to shut my eyes for one brutal second because the feeling went straight through me. The head of my cock was fat and leaking for her, sensitive enough that even the light pressure of her lips made my hands flex against the mattress.

“Fuck.” My voice broke lower than I wanted. “That’s it. Just there.”

She hummed, maybe in pleasure at the praise. The vibration made my hips jerk a fraction before I caught myself.

Her eyes widened.

I touched her cheek at once. “You’re safe. I’ve got it.”

She relaxed again and gave a careful suck.

My entire spine locked.

“Good girl.” The words came rough. “Soft. Slow. Just like that.”

Her cheeks hollowed slightly around me.

I slid my other hand down her body, over her breast, her ribs, the trembling line of her stomach. She kept her mouth on me, eyes hazy but trusting, while my hand reached between her thighs.

She was still wet from my mouth and so responsive that the first touch of my fingers made her moan around me.

“Easy,” I said, though I was the one in danger. “Keep your mouth soft.”

She tried, poor brave girl, and the effort made me want to praise her for the next decade.

I circled her gently at first, letting her body remember pleasure before pressure. Her hips moved toward my hand. She sucked again, clumsy and perfect, and I dragged air through my lungs as if it had become scarce.

“That’s my girl. You feel what I’m doing?”

She made a small sound around me.

“I’m going to stretch you slow. One finger first.”

Her eyes opened wider, but she didn’t pull away. I gave her time, kept my touch steady, then eased one finger into her with maddening care.

She gasped around my cock.

I froze.

“Color.”

She pulled back only enough to whisper, “Green.”

Her mouth returned before I could praise her properly.

God help me.

I slid my finger deeper, slow as promised, feeling the tight heat of her body flutter around me. She was so small, and determined to take what she had asked for. I bent over her, watching my finger disappear into her pussy while her lips worked softly over the head of my cock.

The room blurred at the edges.

“Good,” I murmured. “That’s how we do it. Slow. Let your body learn.”

Her hand gripped my thigh now. Her mouth stayed around me in careful little pulls, and each one sent heat punching through my stomach while my finger moved inside her with a gentle rhythm.

She moaned again.