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“I want your virgin pussy so badly. But….”
“But,” she says, nodding, not needing me to say it.
She already did, even if she asked me to pretend otherwise.
But Julian.
But the fact that what we’re doing, even by holding each other, is wrong.
“You just make me so savage,” I snarl, massaging her ass, driving my hips forward so she can feel my cock against her belly. “I’d fuck your pussy slow at first.”
“Yeah?” she murmurs, in a tone of encouragement, like she wants me to keep talking.
“I’d open your tight virgin sex with my big dick,” I whisper in her ear as I slip one hand down to her stomach and then into her jeans.
I undo the button, then she grabs my wrist, making that hot-as-hell whimpering noise. “We shouldn’t do this.”
“I know,” my voice trembles as I struggle to keep my hand still. “Tell me to stop.”
“We can’t go all the way,” she gasps. “Not like this. Not before….”
We tell Julian.
“I need your soaked pussy. I need to make you cream again.”
I slip my hand into her panties, wedging it between her jeans and her pussy. She’s already wet for me, driving my movements on, making me rub her faster and fiercer to spread her wetness.
She shudders when I touch her clit, so I focus on that, rubbing it possessively, obsessed with the way she shakes against me.
She moans quietly, then presses her face against my chest.
I rub her faster, my cock feeling like it’s going to explode, like the primal piece of me is howling, telling me her fertile insides are ready for my cock, ready to do what it was made to, take every last drop of my seed.
“I’m going to push deep inside of you so I can feel your virgin pussy around the base of my cock. Then I’ll slide out slow as you lie there looking sexy as fuck with your horny hands playing with your tits. Will you do that for me, Lauren?”
“Y-y-yes…”
Her body vibrates against me, her hands squeezing onto my side. I’m still shirtless from the tattoo, her fingernails meeting with bare skin, her breath blazing on my chest.
Gushing wetness floods her panties as I rub them with more possession.
Her hips move back and forth like she’s actively rubbing her pussy against my hand as the orgasm grips her, but it’s more like a deep impulse is projecting her.
The same with me.
I remove my hand, staring down at her, every impulse I possess telling me to impregnate her regardless of the consequences.
“You look wild,” she whispers, staring up at me with wide virginal eyes.
“I need you so fucking badly,” I growl. “But I know we can’t.”
“I don’t even know what’s happening here,” she says. “But I want….”
“Say it,” I snap.
“I want to help you if I can. Just this once, maybe? I don’t know.”
My woman doesn’t have to explain what she means.
