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“You deserve better for your first time,” I tell her honestly, “but that doesn’t mean I can’t taste your perfect pussy. That doesn’t mean I can’t own you right here.”
“Do you mean it?” she moans as I move away.
“Yes,” I growl, grabbing my bike and pushing it into the grasslands.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving us some cover. I need you right now. I’ll die if I don’t taste your virgin slit. This proves what I felt the second I saw you. You’re mine. I’m the only man you’ll ever feel. I’m the only… fucking… one.”
The bike flattens some grass, but more springs up around it, obscuring it. I take off my leather jacket, lay it on the seat, and then return to my woman, wrapping my arms around her waist.
“The only one,” she moans softly.
I take her hands in mine, imagining we’re at the altar. Neither of us has mentioned him, but I imagine Ryan there as my best man, with a big smile, no doubts about what we’re doing, and no second guesses. In the fantasy, he supports us. In the dream, he’d never tell us to stop.
“You have to be sure,” I snarl, then kiss her again.
“I am.” She shifts against me, speaking in quick breaths between kisses. “I don’t want anybody else. I never have.”
She moans adorably when I bring my hand down on her ass in a spank.
“What wasthatfor?”
“Never,you said. I don’t care about before. Only now.”
She trails her hands up and down my chest. “I get it’s weird for you.”
“That’s an understatement.”
“Okay.” She stands on her tiptoes, an excitable, sweet smile on her face. “Then let’s focus on the now.”
There’s something so hot about when she initiates it, leaning up and pushing her lips on mine. I squeeze her against me, grinning through the kiss when I lift her off her feet, and she squeals in delight. Carrying her to the bike, I place her on my leather jacket, then kneel in the grass and slide my hands up her body, shuddering all over as I think about her pussy.
“I need to taste you so damn bad,” I snarl. “If anybody else ever saw you, I’d kill them. I wouldn’t be able to stop myself. Nobody else ever gets to see you like this.”
“Only you,” she moans, nodding, urging.
“I’ll have to listen for any cars.”
“I’ll watch too.”
After a moment, she shudders and adds, “You know… if I don’t lose control. Can I tell you something else?”
As she asks the question, I slowly pull her pants down. She shifts from side to side with the movement, leaning back slightly. It’s like when I made her young virgin slit cream for me. Her body knows what to do. It’s fueled by hercrush.
That almost jolts me out of the moment more than Ryan’s imagined voice did the last time we got steamy. It almost makes me stop. Then I see her naked thighs in the sunlight, her thick creamy legs drawing my mind to how soppy her slit will be, her lips swollen with lust, her eager clit. I’m shuddering as I pull her jeans down to her knees.
“Tell me,” I groan.
“I’ve never doneanythingbefore. I was…”
“What?” I say, carefully pulling her jeans so they don’t snag on her boots.
My body is primed for hunger. Every sinew, every nerve aimed at seeing her sweet, soaked pussy. My balls are tight at the thought, shaft hard, precome bursting from my tip.
“Say it,” I snap.
“You won’t like it. It’s about the c-crush.”
