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“Where are you taking me?”
Her sweet, satisfied voice in my neck is like nectar from the gods. “Anya, I’ve only begun to pleasure you.” I can still feel her thighs spasming around my hips. Can still hear her whimpering my name, feel her cum drenching my pants. It’s still there, molding the fly of my pants to my pulsing cock. The one that strains to get inside its mate but nonetheless will remain neglected a few more torturous hours. “Your pussy loves Uncle Sasha’s attention, da?”
“Da,” she whispers, making me smile. “All the da.”
“This is good, angel. It’s had my attention for years.” Flashes of white sundresses and cartwheels in the grass make my cock ache even worse. “Only my eyes have been able to touch what I needed. We must wait a few hours more to satisfy the hell you’ve created in my pants. But we’re so close to completing my vow, I can’t resist a taste.”
I set her down on a long wooden table at the very back of the library, just as she murmurs, “Taste?”
I’ve barely managed to subdue my starvation for her cunt to a dull roar, but it overtakes me now, making her pussy necessary for my survival. She squeals a little when I shove her knees apart and slide a hand up between her tits, pushing her backwards on the table. And there it is, beckoning me from her flipped – up skirt, the part of her I dream about. Not a day has passed since I was hired by Anya’s father that she hasn’t flashed it at me, making my mouth water. Whether it was covered in jeans or barely concealed in panties or bikini bottoms, my anticipation of this moment has built and built each time. Finally, I’ll use my tongue on Anya’s pussy. Finally, I’ll know her texture, her sweetness.
“My mouth will be busy making you cum, so I can’t swallow your adorable noises this time.” I reach up under her skirt and slowly drag the wet little panties down her thighs. “Bunch the hem of your shirt and put it between your teeth.”
Her fingers are clumsy as she follows my instructions, and something squeezes in my chest. Mine. My angel is clumsy because she doesn’t know a man’s mouth. Someday she will bat her eyelashes at me and let her thighs fall open in our bed, because I will have addicted her to being licked. By me. Only ever me.
God above, her cunt looks delicious. It’s a fucking feast — tiny though it is — this home for my cock. Smooth, pink and dripping, just the way I’ve imagined it millions of times. She squirms beneath my scrutiny, but I hold her legs open when she attempts to shield herself from my view. “Now now, Anya.” My tongue travels down the inside of her right thigh. “Don’t you dare try and hide this cunt from your Uncle Sasha. It’s his to play with.” The closer I come to her juncture, the wetter she becomes, her smell growing sweeter until I’m groaning and humping the edge of the wooden table, like an uncontrollable beast. “What I’ve imagined doing with your pussy since before you began high school is a crime. But hiding something so beautiful from me would be the worse crime, would it not?”
I run my tongue through her folds, stopping when I reach her clit to press down. Hard. Her legs jerk around my head. “I – I…don’t…w – what?”
Her words are muffled because of the shirt in her mouth. Or maybe because her indescribable flavor is stealing the function of my senses. I don’t know or care. Just need more. More and more and more of Anya’s gorgeous pussy. Somehow she’s better than I dreamed. Better than the highest plane of heaven, surely. “Spread your thighs as far as they’ll go. Let’s open up those pretty lips so I can lick that virgin bud.”
Again, she does as she’s told, my Anya, and she’s a thing of extraordinary beauty, her legs open like flower petals, the earth’s finest cunt growing damp at the center. It needs a cock. Needs a cock so bad, I’m rocking the table with my thrusts and my head it starting to lose focus with the need to fuck and claim. Soon. Soon.
Hooking her knees over my shoulders, I elevate her ass off the table and stoop down to feast on what is rightfully mine. I’ve licked her slow, orgasmed her at a leisurely pace on my dick, so she’s not expecting the speed with which I attack her sweet spot. My tongue whips it, side to side, until she’s gasping, her heels digging into my back. And then I begin massaging the swollen nub lightly between my lips. When her thighs begin to tremble, I know her climax is on the horizon, so I give in to temptation and delve a middle finger inside her entrance. Fuck. Ah God, such feminine tightness will be the death of me. It’s going to take months of riding her before she’s fully broken in. Able to take me any time and place.
