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I start nibbling her neck in small circles. Leticia feels so weightless in my arms.
I need to get this fucking dress off her body. I pull away from the wall, then shift to throw her on the bed and climb on top of her. She’s so eager as she clumsily tries to take off my shirt.
I take her wrists in one hand and say, “No.”
“But I want you …”
Her eyes shift from side to side as if she’s trying to figure out what to do next.
I move to the end of the bed and then maneuver her legs around my head.
“I can smell your wetness from here,” I say as I tug her panties aside and shift her dress up, eager to greet her pussy with my tongue.
“Diego,” she moans as she flops onto the bed.
As I work her center, caressing her opening with long, soft strokes, I can’t get over her taste.
“You’re so fucking sweet. Delicious.”
She doesn’t say a word as she grinds against me and reaches out to take my hand. It’s as if she wants me to be affectionate, something I’ve never done. I’m not about to start now.
“Be good. Don’t try and touch me, or I won’t finish.”
“Okay,” she mumbles, probably stunned by my abruptness.
I slide a finger inside her pussy, gently touching her G-spot while my tongue licks a delicate figure eight across her swollen bud.
I don’t understand how she can be so tight, then it hits me as if I’m surfing against the wave. Leticia has had a boyfriend—I remember Belén telling me she had one. But now, I don’t care about his name. The idea of someone being with her before me drives me insane.
Ninety percent of marriages fail because they’ve only been with one partner.
I agree. I didn’t want a bride who doesn’t know how to handle herself in the bedroom, nor one who would be curious enough to find out what life outside of our bed would be like in the future.
I wanted one who knew she was getting the best and nothing else, and that was Belén. Now, with Leticia squirming and grinding against my tongue, I know for sure that she has never been touched, but it doesn’t turn me off.
If anything, it turns me on even more.
She’s holding on to the sheets for dear life, and I know it won’t be long before she comes, because I can feel her muscles tensing, preparing for the explosion I’m about to give her.
“Oh, fuck. Diego!” she cries as her body buckles and jerks. I hold her in place. I don’t want her to come. I want her to fucking burst.
My length is so fucking hard that I shouldn’t want her. But seeing her pussy, watching her body continue to shake, I start to remove my shirt slowly, leaving Leticia on the bed, still trying to compose herself from her orgasm.
She settles as I remove my pants, and she has no idea what she’s in for as I hover over her and rip of the kimono belt.
“Did you put all this on to keep me away from you?”
She shakes her head as I remove her juban. She’s soon naked on her bed, and I can’t wait to fuck her.
My body has taken on a life of its own as my cock flexes. She touches me, and I watch her eyes in amazement as her fingers trace up and down my chest.
I catch her hands and pin them to the pillows above, then lean down to claim her mouth with my tongue. She can’t move, trapped beneath my body. I control every part of her.
“I know what you are, so I’m going to be gentle with you.”
There’s a look of confusion on her face as her brows rise, but when my length hovers at her entrance and I don’t enter her properly, she realizes what I mean and turns a bright shade of red.
“I’m a virgin, Diego,” she whispers.
