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Amy unbuckles her seatbelt, clearly intending to exit the car on a bullet train, so I command, “Stay put. I’ll come around to grab you.”
“Grab me?” she echoes excitedly, practically panting with excitement.
Trying not to laugh, I exit the car and bound around the back, planning to scoop my little newbie puppet into my arms and carry her into my house. That’s what a proper Fantasy Man would do in this situation, I think. But the second I open Amy’s car door and see the forest fire in her green eyes, the bloom in her cheeks, the way her tits are rising and falling, my plan flies out the window, supplanted by primal instinct. Suddenly, I’m too ravenous to do anything but drop to my knees and taste her, right here and now.
I grab Amy’s thighs and roughly pivot her body toward me, making her gasp, and then yank up her dress, spread open her legs, and drop to my knees. As Amy’s breathing turns shallow and erratic, I slide off her shoes, making way for her undies next. I massage both feet, briefly, while smirking up at her like a lion tracking his prey, and when I can’t wait another second, I lean forward, take her pink panties between my teeth, and yank those fuckers down.
When her panties are at her knees, I crook my finger inside them and yank them all the way off, while nipping and teasing Amy’s inner thighs with my lips and tongue.
Even before I’ve come close to her pussy, Amy is already groaning loudly. Whimpering like she’s in delicious pain. And that’s how I know this girl’s a ticking time bomb, about to go off.
Her panties off, I run my palms over her inner thighs, getting my little newbie relaxed and acclimated to my touch.
“Breathe,” I whisper, looking up at her. “Relax and breathe. Grab my hair while I’m eating you, if you’re feeling it. Dig your nails into my shoulders, if that’s what you want to do. You can’t hurt me. Scream as loudly as you want, Amy. You can’t embarrass yourself. Whatever feels good, whatever turns you on, do it. As long as it’s real and honest and not a performance for me, that’s what I want out of you.”
When she nods effusively, I lick my lips, lean in, and get to work. I start off kissing my way up her inner thighs, while gently brushing my fingers over her slit. Back and forth, my fingers go, making her yearn for more as my mouth zeroes in on its landing strip.
As my mouth gets closer and closer to her pussy, and my fingers continue teasing her, Amy begins moaning and gyrating in her seat. She’s spreading her legs wider to give me full access to her. Snapping her hips forward and back, nonverbally begging me, in the most primal of ways, to fuck her. And this is all before my tongue has even brushed Amy’s bull’s-eye.
I dip my finger inside her, to see what I’m working with here, and my body jolts with pleasure to find her already soaking wet for me. I slide my finger in and out, in and out, priming the pump. When her body tells me she’s ready for me to ramp things up, I spread her pussy apart with my finger and thumb, all the way, baring her swollen clit to me—a sight that makes my mouth water and my cock jolt.
I’m dying to lean in and assault that hard bud staring at me. But I know Amy’s basically never been eaten before. At least, not right. I want to make sure to give her plenty of time to relax into it.
I blow on her clit. Little puffs of air to let her know I’m coming in hot and there’s nothing to fear—nothing to recoil from—when she moans and writhes in response, clearly turned on, I slide the pad of my thumb inside her, getting it nice and lubricated, and then press it down firmly against her clit, while feverishly kissing and licking the flesh surrounding my thumb.
Holy fuck. Amy is already on fire. In response to my gentle assault, she fists my hair, shoves herself into my thumb and mews like a kitten. A sex kitten. And that’s how I know she’s ready. Time to start eating this pussy cat, in earnest.
My thumb still in place, I run my tongue over her slit several times, getting her acclimated to the sensation. I harden my tongue and slip it inside her wet entrance, and then flicker and lick, getting as deep inside her as I can go.
In reply, Amy groans and coos and begins gripping my hair, even harder, letting me know she’s aching for it. Dying for it. Begging for it.
My cock aching and my heart pounding, I release my thumb and replace it with my hungry lips and tongue and teeth. And the woman goes gloriously ballistic on me. As my mouth continues its hungry assault, I slide two fingers inside her and find her G-spot, which I’m thrilled to discover is swollen and malleable, and stroke her.
