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“I want you to be sure. I’m not gonna be gentle. That’s not who I am when I make love. But I won’t hurt you.”
She pants and whimpers, grinding on my straining dick. “I want you. But I have never. I don’t know how…”
“Ah.” My heart slams into my ribs. This little angel is totally pure. And I’ll be the first and only man to ever touch her. Ever corrupt her with my desires. “Don’t worry, angel. I’ll teach you everything you ever need to know.”
She nods her head and I tangle my fingers in her soft curls, tugging gently. Her head tilts back and her slim throat is arched for my lips.
Nibbling, sucking and scraping my teeth along her throat until she whimpers, whines and begs.
“Please,” she begs so prettily that I almost pull my pants down and drop her right on my aching dick.
But I lift her up to her feet. “Strip. Now.” My voice is hard and uncompromising. If she wants me, wants us, she needs to learn.
She eyes me for only one second and I hold my breath. Then she lifts her hands up and pulls her sweater off over her head, her soft golden-red curls flying around her. Then her little fingers lift up and she slowly begins to open up her buttons one at a time. Each little strip of skin has me so hard that I can’t feel my fucking legs anymore. My pants are so tight, my zipper tattooed to my dick.
But I fucking love it.
“You’re perfect, angel.”
CHAPTER6
Bitty
Ismile when he says it. I love it when he says the prettiest things. He growls them like he doesn’t want to say them but he can’t stop himself.
I slip one more button open and there’s only one left. I hold my breath and open the last one, slipping the shirt down and off, letting it drop gently to the floor.
“Now the skirt.” The rough rasp of his voice makes me shiver. But I don’t stop. I pull down the hidden zipper on the skirt and then slide it down my legs. I stand up and I’m only wearing my white lace bra and panties.
“Oh fuck! So fucking perfect. Take the bra off.”
I unclip it and then drop it to the floor.
“The panties,” he growls.
I slip them down and he groans. “Look at how pretty you look.” He stands up and stalks around me, his big hands reaching out and tweaking my nipple as he rounds my hips.
“Yes,” I hiss and my head falls back.
“No. Eyes on me.” I open them and pull my head up, fighting the heavy feeling.
He comes up behind me and grinds his dick, still covered by his pants, into my ass. His big hands come around and he covers my bare breasts with them. I stare down at them, entranced by how dark his skin looks next to mine. My little pink nipple peeks out between his thick fingers.
He leans down and whispers. “Sit on that couch and spread those pretty legs.”
I don’t even think. My mind is blissfully empty. I don’t need to know what the answer is. What to do.
I just need to listen.
I sit down and open my thighs wide, my breath coming in harsh pants. He drops to his knees and doesn’t even pause for breath. Just dives right in, his mouth closing on my aching center so fast that I don’t even know it’s coming.
His finger comes up and he runs it through my juices and then he slips it in between my slick folds. There’s a strange pressure, like nothing else I’ve ever felt.
He closes his lips on my clit and sucks hard, almost pulling me off the couch as he drags at my slit. His lips, tongue and teeth rip me apart and drive me higher and higher.
“I’m so close,” I whisper brokenly.
“Not yet.”
