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But something in her is set loose, and I want my seed in her.
Like right now is the moment. I just know it.
“I need you, May,” I groan, keeping my body pressed up against her stiff nipples as I fumble for my zipper, aching to free my hardness. Grinding my jaw as I focus on saving my seed just a little longer.
“Brandon, wait.” May puffs. Her face is flushed, and her whole body radiates that perfect warmth.
That glow that only a good tongue lashing can bring.
“What is it?” I pant, feeling a bead of sweat running down the back of my neck.
I’ve never been so primed. So ready to fuck as right now.
But before I can even free my cock from its denim prison, before I even get to feel how fucking tight she really is.
Obviously, she has something important to say, and I don’t want her to feel pressured, so I do my best to ask her if everything is okay.
“This is what you want?” I ask her, following her eyes with mine when she looks down.
She’s nodding but looks…I dunno.
“May, what is it?” I press her. But it’s nothing bad.
In fact, if she’d told me sooner, I don’t think I would’ve wasted as much time as I have already.
“I’ve never been with anyone before, Brandon,” she says suddenly.
As if it’s something I wouldn’t like.
“I’m-I’m a virgin, okay?” she finally says, sounding defiant as I grow silent, staring at her with renewed amazement.
“A virgin….,” I hear myself echo back to her. Her expression shifts. Looking like someone who wished they hadn’t said anything just now.
But it’s music to my ears.
“Are you kidding?” I ask her, beaming a wide smile, unable to believe my luck.
Picking up on the fact that I don’t mind at all, May asks if I’m serious.
“You don’t mind?” she asks, almost sounding timid compared to the girl screaming ‘Fuck!’ just a few minutes ago.
I answer her with a kiss.
A long, tender, and slow kiss that I hope conveys exactly how I feel about it.
“No, I don’t mind,” I tell her. “Don’t you see? It means you’ll be mine, my only. And I’ll be your first,” I explain to her.
But she still looks uncertain, as if she hadn’t counted on me thinking it’s perfect that she’s a virgin.
“I mean. I’m not planning on being oneforever,” she’s quick to add.
Gnawing at her lip as her eyes move down to my crotch.
The swollen tip of my shaft pokes out from the top of my jeans. Itching to find a way out. Aching to find its way home.
I smile, proud of her for telling me. Pleased, too, that she likes what she sees.
Women aren’t the only ones to worry about what they look like.
