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“You don’t have to be nervous,” I say, my voice faltering as I reveal her voluptuous thighs and her violet-colored panties. I almost lose it when I see the spot of wetness on the material, the evidence of how badly she needs this.
“Our bodies belong to each other. Your tight, soaked, young hole is going to take every inch because youhaveto.”
“I want it.” She moans as I pull her pants over her feet, then toss them to the floor. “But yeah, I’m a little nervous.”
“Let me help with that.” I fall to my knees at the end of the bed, stroking my hands up her legs to her panties, kissing her calves and her inner thighs as I slowly pull her underwear down. “But that’s a lie.”
“What is?”
“Me, helpingyou. The truth is, Maddie, I just want to taste your pussy.”
Her answer is a moan, and that’s all I need. My balls have never felt so tight, so much seed inside of me, ready to erupt. There’s an extra edge to the sensation as if my body knows this is more than a simple release.
Once her panties are off, I push her legs apart, staring with obsession at her wet pussy, her hole glistening, her clit looking engorged and eager for pleasure. I’m panting like a wild animal as I kiss up her thigh. I’ve got to be slow as I can, remembering she’s a virgin, but it’s an effort not to let it all go. It’s an effort not to tear off my pants and push inside of her—no foreplay, a primal piece of me roaring that I need to get straight to it. Impregnate her. Own her.
Her pleasure matters, and I wasn’t lying before. Tasting her is too tempting. Her scent beckons to me as I kiss further up her thigh, then pause near her pussy, letting her pheromones wash around me and infuse me.
“J-Jacob,” she whimpers.
I look up to find her propped on her elbows. The hitch in her voice fires dread into me. There’s a chance she’s going to ask me to stop. The stuff with her mom, while false, is stopping her from getting into the mood, but then I see the eagerness in her young, beautiful face.
“Are you getting impatient?”
She bites down, nodding.
“But you’re too shy to tell me, eh?”
She smiles. “No. Not anymore. Jacob, please…”
Trailing off, it’s as if she can’t force herself to say the words.
“Say it,” I snarl. “You know what you want… what youneed. So, say it.”
She takes a long breath, then whispers, “Please lick my pussy.”
I don’t waste any more time. The tension at the base of my cock won’t let me, the solidness of my shaft, my tip expanding and leaking precome, soaking my boxers.
Opening my mouth, I greedily claim her pussy, my upper lip pushed against her clit and my lower near her entrance. She gasps and leans back on the bed, clawing at the sheets again, and then I focus entirely on her.
I close my eyes andfeaston her pussy, stroking my tongue up and down her lips, then licking her clit, slowly at first. I listen to her moans as my tongue moves, getting more urgent. As her moans rise, I move my tongue quicker, lavishing her eager clit with attention. She whimpers and shifts her hips in time with me, chasing the pleasure, and that drives me on.
I squeeze onto her thighs, indulgently sinking my hands into her thickness. Groans escape me as I guide my finger to her hole, circling her wetness. There’s pleasure in earning those moans from her, in pushing my face close to her pussy so her scent shrouds me completely.
Her hole grips my finger as I slide it in, never stopping my tongue strokes on her clit. She shudders as I slip my finger deeper, addicted to her heat, her tightness, and how soaked she is. She’s so ready, even if nerves are trying to hold her back. Swirling my finger in her hole, I somehow lick her clitevenfaster. Her moans are becoming breathy, panting quickly, as if she’s rushing toward her end.
Sensing how close she is, I push my finger further, wishing I could somehow see her from above as I’m buried between her legs, but I can feel the sheets moving, knowing she’s clawing at them. Her body bucks in rhythm with my carnal attention, so I know her curves are shifting around for me, her breasts shaking, her cheeks flushed red.
Her moans get even breathier. They’re almost silent now as if she can’t summon the sound. Every shred of her attention is on the sensation of the orgasm. She grinds her hips against my face. I get the sense this is a subconscious movement, the lust within her guiding, forcing away any nerves. Her hole pulses around my finger, tiny movements, but enough to tell me she’sveryclose.
My cock aches, the tip pushing against my pants. Finally, the orgasm surges through her. She’s shaking, the movement of the mattress telegraphing her pleasure, her clit feeling as though it expands with lust against my tongue. I swirl my finger fiercer inside of her, lick her as though nothing else exists, and nothing elsedoes, not right now.
Not her mom. Not the press. Not Trent. None of it. Just my woman and her eager clit, her soaked hole, her desire, our future.
“Oh, y-yes,” she whimpers. “Oh, my God. Yes. J-J-Jacob…”
Her hips buck, her slit somehow getting even wetter. Her body is getting juicier and creamier because she knows what’s coming next. She knows there’s nothing in this world that could stop us. Once her orgasm has passed, I stand so I can look at her. It’s like I guessed. Her cheeks are gorgeously flushed, her hands grasping tightly onto the sheets.
“Sit up. I need to see your perfect tits.”
