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Her knees are raised, legs spread wide apart as she reaches for the hem of her dress. So when she pulls it up to her waist, I can see every perfect inch of her. The part of her that I stretched last night when it was claimed for the very first time. When I asserted ownership, however temporary it may be.
I’m guessing that the experienced college girl who sucked mydick the first time during junior year of high school never once felt like she owned that part of me. It’s fucked-up, but I can’t help it.
Lyla’s pussy is my pussy. Mine to touch, kiss, lick, and fill. Mine to give pleasure and soothe with my tongue because I caused it pain.
There’s not enough room for me to get to work in the car with Lyla, so I kneel on the pavement. Wrapping my fingers around her calves, I tug her lower body closer to my mouth.
“Oh!” Lyla exclaims in surprise.
“I’ll make it quick,” I promise her as I prop her knees on my shoulders. I’m pretty sure last night was her first orgasm. Sliding my hands down the outside of her bare thighs, I still can’t help but ask to confirm. “Has anyone else ever licked your pussy?”
“No,” she answers quietly, which is the answer I wanted to hear.
“Good,” I reply with a sigh of relief that she must have felt on her flesh since her thighs tremble. My palms reach her ass cheeks, which I squeeze and lift to bring her closer to my mouth. Spreading her lips with both of my thumbs on her sex, I ask a final question. “Have you ever come on someone else’s fingers?”
“N-no.”
I lightly brush the pad of my thumb over her clitoris. As expected, Lyla’s hips buck as she moans.
“So, I’m the only man who can give you an orgasm?”
“Yes.” That single word is barely a whisper.
The next time I hear it, though, she’s shouting it while my tongue flutters over her clit.
The faster my tongue works, the louder she moans, the more she squirms until I have to hold her thighs down to keep lapping at her.
“Ohhh! Oh wow!Oh my god, yesss!” Lyla’s entire body begins to undulate, her spine arching, rolling with the movements of her hips. “Oh, Barrett!” I know she’s close when her fingers tangle in my hair. She pushes my head a little lower, then presses my face to her pelvis. I stop licking to suck on the bundle of nerves, and she explodes, screaming so loudly I’m surprised the windows don’t shatter.
And fuck, it’s hot.
I’ve been so hard for so long that precum drips from my dick, leaving a wet spot on my boxer briefs. Still, I keep licking and sucking her until Lyla pushes my head away, unable to take any more teasing.
Seeing her dripping wet makes me wish I could feel her bare without a rubber, just her slickness tightening around me.
But she’s too sore from last night.
Next time, I tell my aching cock.
Which is stupid since there’s not going to be a next time. Today, this, seeing her again today was pure luck.
Besides, even if we do have sex again, it can’t ever be without a condom.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Lyla
As soon as I recover, as in my body stops trembling and I can speak again, I lower my legs and sit up so that my feet are on the floorboards, making room for Barrett.
He’s still kneeling on the pavement in the open car door, lips parted as he breathes heavily, his facial hair damp from, well, from me.
“You want to…” I pat the empty seat, and he looks at me in confusion. “I’m not up for sex again, but my mouth feels fine.”
“Oh,” he replies. A moment later, his eyes darken in understanding. He moves faster than lightning to sit down, shut the door, and unzip his pants. The unzipping takes the longest since his fly is so snug covering his erection that he has to take his time.
I go up on my knees so I can lean over his lap, taking him in my mouth as soon as he frees himself. He’s already sticky and salty because he’s turned on from going down on me. That makes me evenmore enthusiastic as I work my mouth up and down his shaft, sucking him hard and fast like I did last night.
“Holy hell, Lyla, that’s…your mouth is…” He gathers my hair into a makeshift ponytail to see my face better. “I want it to last, but I’m…I’m coming.” I increase suction. “Oh shit, I’m coming! I’m –” His words are choked off, replaced with masculine grunts as I swallow his release down.
