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But none of that ever felt like this.
Compared to this, those encounters don’t even register on any sort of scale. So I guess, in a way, I am a virgin. I’m a virgin for anything even remotely close to what we’ll have, because what we’ll have is unprecedented. And unprotected. Another first for me. Since Martin introduced me to his daughter, the whole fucking world has changed.
Sure, I felt like a shit head at the time. She was seventeen and I was thirty-five.
Dirty old man.
But, now here we are. I waited. I tried to stay away. But now is the moment and there’s no turning back. I take a deep inhale and catch her scent again and I let out a growl that widens those doe-brown eyes staring at me like I’m some sort of king.
“You okay?” Her tongue pokes out from between her cherry-sweet lips, and it’s taking all my control not to throw her ass on the floor, rip her clothes off and sink my greedy dick into her wet warmth, my swollen balls eager to fill her over and over with my hot, sticky seed.
“I will be.” I answer, knowing the only way I will truly be okay from now on is if she’s with me.
I’m going to taste her sweet cunt and eat her until she knows only my name. Then, I’m going to fuck her until she can’t walk. My thick dick will be stuffed inside of her tight pussy until she’s dripping with me, every day from now on.
I release her neck and take her hand in mine as my other hand slides between us to pull out my hard cock. As it springs out from my zipper, Holly’s eyes widen and I place her hand on my hot length, her tiny fingers wrapping around the swollen shaft.
“Do you know how many times I’ve had my hand right where yours is while I was thinking about you?”
Her mouth opens and she shakes her head, not taking her eyes from our hands as I show her how to stroke me the way I have all these years; slowly, unhurried, building the tension.
“I should be ashamed, how many times…”
“No.” Her eyes snap up to mine. “Don’t be. I was thinking about you every day, since the first time my dad introduced us. I had my first orgasm thinking of you… Maybe I should be the one who’s ashamed.”
“Fuck no. What you just told me, you touching yourself thinking about me, that gave you your first orgasm?” I feel her hand moving faster and I can barely breathe, it feels so fucking good. “That’s beautiful, baby.”
Her movements are tentative and I continue to guide her.
“Is this right?” Her sweet voice only makes me harder.
“It’s exactly right. Now move it like this…” I show her how to spread the drops of pre-cum that are streaming down the purple, swollen head of my dick, and my whole body tightens as I try to hold my orgasm at bay.
Pretty soon, I let my hand drift from hers, reaching out to finish what she started by working the buttons open on her red sweater. She doesn’t pause as I work, her hand gliding up and down the sensitive skin of my cock.
There’s a sparkle in her eye, her warm breath coming faster as she arches her back, pushing her magnificent tits forward into my hands.
When I get her sweater open, I’m so close to the edge I have to grit my teeth to hold on just a moment longer.
She looks so fucking happy as she starts to jack me off harder and faster, my entire body feeling like it’s alive for the first time in my life.
Her tits swell out above the white-lace trim at the top of her red bra, and it’s another Christmas miracle when I look to see the clasp in the front. I waste no time unhooking it, letting her enormous tits fall free into my waiting hands.
Her nipples are amazing. Big and dark pink, tightening as I bring my fingers to softly twist and pinch them, listening to her moan. I tear my eyes away from their magnificence to look down at her hand around my cock, and I feel myself steadily losing control.
“Cole…” When I hear my name, my balls start to heave. “Would you…” She pauses as a flush pinks her cheeks and her chest. “Never mind.” She shakes her head, her long blonde hair falling into her face.
I reach up with one hand, the other still massaging the weight of her breast, my fingers memorizing every bump and texture of her nipple.
“Never say—” I gasp as her fingers move against the sensitive head of my cock, nearly sending me over the edge. Holding on is a struggle, but somehow I bring myself back to unstable control. “Never say never mind. If it’s important to you, it’s important to me. What is it? Would I what? Believe me when I say, any sentence that comes from you that starts with ‘would you…’ the answer is probably yes, unless I think it’s bad for you or will harm you…so say it…Would I what?”
