“But tonight, I’m going to sink my fingers deep into that hot cunt of yours,” he told her in a husky voice, pressing a kiss to her ear, since it was the closest to his face. “And I’m going to find your g-spot, and I’m going to make you come so hard you’re going to squeeze around my fingers.”
Her only response was a gaspy little intake of breath.
“Part your knees for me,” he told her, and she did. Not wide, but enough for him. He carefully pushed one thigh open until she was spread for him, and then he glided his fingertips through her wetness again, learning her. She was wet from her clit to her core, and her flesh was hot and swollen with need. He licked his lips, eager to taste her and to thrust his tongue deep, but that was the next base. They’d get there. Instead, he took two fingers and placed them on either side of her clit, remembering what she’d liked from last night. Touching her like this allowed him to part her flesh a little more, and he rubbed his paired fingers on her clit, then dragged them down to the opening of her cunt. Then, back up again, over and over, until she was rocking against his hand and making soft little noises in her throat. Her moisture was all over his hand, soaking him in her scent.
“I’m going to push a finger inside you, Marjorie,” he told her, even as he rubbed back and forth, the sides of her clit all the way down to her dripping wet core. “And tell me if I’m going too fast or if it hurts, all right, sweetheart?”
She nodded against his shoulder, her face tense.
Watching her face, he slowly circled one finger against her entrance, and then sank it in.
Marjorie gasped, raising her hips even as he pushed his finger into her, the expression on her face filled with wonder.
Sweet fucking god, she was like heaven. Tight, and hot, and impossibly wet, she clamped around his finger as if she were sucking it. Ah, fuck. That was going to feel like paradise on his dick, it really was. But she’d need to stretch a little more first.
“How does that feel, sweetheart?” He slid his finger almost all the way out, leaving nothing but the tip inside her hot cunt, and then moved it slowly back inside again.
“It feels . . . odd. Tight.” She bit her lip. “Good?”
“Good is a start,” he told her, leaning in and kissing her brow once more. Her face was tight, but she wasn’t panicking, which was also good. If she panicked, she’d tense up and then he’d never even be able to get a second finger inside her.
He pushed his finger in and out of her slowly, and when she no longer tensed with every movement, he added a second finger and pushed into her. This time, she whimpered and buried her face against his chest. “That feels a little . . . tight.”
Hell yes, it did. His cock throbbed, demanding to seat itself into that tight, wet warmth. Rob ignored it. He’d push into her when she was ready, and not a moment sooner. Instead, he continued to stroke in and out of her with his two fingers, until she was slippery with need and her face pressing against his chest held urgency, her hand tight against his shirt.
“Rob,” she panted. “That feels good, but—”
“But you need more?” he guessed. Most women did. He kept his two fingers sunk into her and his thumb found her clit, and he began to rub it, trying to encourage her into her first orgasm.
She cried out and her body seemed to light up. That combination worked, he thought with a masculine jolt of pride. He thrust his fingers into her again and rubbed on her clit, and she gasped again, her hips rising when he repeated the motion. Then, he picked up the pace, thrusting into her like he wanted to do with his cock, and she panted and mewed against him, her hips trembling as she lifted them with every plunge of his fingers into her wet warmth. Then, he pressed his thumb against her clit, hard, and rubbed.
She made a soft, keening noise, and her fingers spasmed, and he felt her cunt clench around his hand.
Her first orgasm of the night. He continued to work his fingers in and out of her, watching her as she came, stretching out the pleasure for her until she was limp and trembling in his arms, and his fingers slipped in and out of her with noisy ease. He scissored them inside her, and when she didn’t respond with more than a sigh, he pulled his fingers free of her pussy and brought them to his lips.
She tasted fucking amazing.
“That was an exceedingly delicious base,” he told her, licking his fingers clean of her taste.
She moaned a soft agreement against him.
“So . . . third is next?” His hand stroked down her side, caressing her. “Or are you done for the night, love?”
“Hmm?” Marjorie blinked at him, dazed. “No, I’m not done.”
“Good, because I’m not done with you. Third base, I believe, is where I get to eat your pussy, right?”
Her cheeks turned pinker and she nodded. “I believe that’s what it is, yeah.”
“My favorite.” He pressed a kiss to her mouth and then got up off of the bed. He turned and gazed at her, naked and sprawled and breathless in his sheets, and felt another surge of masculine pride. Utterly lovely, and all his. He ran a hand down his impatient dick, reminding it that it would get its chance later.
She propped up on her elbows. “What do you want me to do?”
“Just lie back and enjoy, sweetheart. I want you to come all over my face.” He knelt beside the bed and pressed his stomach against the mattress. She gave him a confused look until he grabbed her by each thigh and dragged her toward him, until the vee of her sex was inches away from his face. “Put your thighs over my shoulders,” he instructed her.
She did, and he could feel the trembling racing through her body.
“Tell me if this is too much for you and you want me to stop,” he told her in a husky voice.
“Y-you don’t have to—”
“I don’t have to do anything,” he corrected, and gave her a smug grin. “But eating you out has been on my to-do list all fucking week long, and I can’t wait to get started.”
She fell back onto the covers with a little sigh.
He studied the pussy in front of his face. He’d fingered it, sure, but getting a close look at it was a pleasure all its own. Her labia were swollen with need, and they were delicately pink—as was the clit that seemed to be begging for attention as well. “You have a rather lovely cunt,” he told her in a husky voice.
“T-thank you?”
He pressed his thumb to one side of her sex, parting her slick lips and revealing more of her to his eyes. There, her little clit was swollen, and he leaned in and gave it a teasing lick.
Her body jolted and then she squirmed. Her hands went above her head and wrapped in the blankets. “Oooh.”
“Feel good?”
“Feels like too much,” she moaned.
“No such thing.” He leaned in and tongued it again. Her sweet taste filled his mouth, the scent of her enveloping him. There was a hint of musk to Marjorie’s delicate flavor, and he couldn’t get enough of her. He began to lick her in earnest, dragging his tongue over her labia and collecting all the moisture he could find. His tongue glided up and down, and he nibbled on the lips of her sex when she got too silent. He liked her making those little noises of surprise and pleasure as she experienced oral sex for the first time. He wanted to blow her mind with it, so he did his best to keep her on edge. He licked his way up again, and then began to swirl his tongue around her clit.
She moaned and began to rock her hips against his face, grinding against his mouth.
And fuck, that was hot.
“I goddamn love third base,” he whispered into her flesh.
She moaned in agreement, and he tongued her clit again.
He wanted more of her, though. Wanted her to come on his face, just like he’d told her. So he pushed her hips up a little higher and his tongue sought out the entrance to her cunt. It was just as swollen as the rest of her sex, and wet with need, and he stabbed his tongue into her.
She shrieked. “Oh my gosh!”
Now that was more like it. He tongued her again, p
umping his tongue into her like he wanted to do with his cock. She moaned and writhed against him again, and he heard her breathing speed up, heard her little moans turn into a soft “oh, oh, oh” and knew she was getting close again. His dick jerked in response, and he had to pause in his pussy-eating or else he was going to lose control, himself. She was overwhelming him. So he pulled his tongue free and kissed her labia and licked her slowly, and she sank back on the bed again, rolling her hips leisurely as his mouth explored her and Rob tried to think about unsexy things that would kill his raging hard-on for just a bit longer.
So he thought about Marjorie with a big fake, hard set of tits shoved onto her chest—size DDD pressing out of those tiny breasts, and a chop-job that left her tits lopsided and her nipples weirdly shaped. Yeah, that did it. Rob liked a lot of things on girls—big thighs, small thighs, big butts, small butts, but he was particular about tits, and he liked a pair of natural ones. With a mental shiver at that thought, he pressed another kiss to her pussy. “Do you like my mouth on you, sweetheart?”
She moaned and one hand went to the back of his head, pressing him back down and silently instructing him to get back to business.
He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He gave her clit another lick and then sank his tongue deep inside her again, and she squirmed and bucked against him so much that he knew she was close to another orgasm.
He’d get her there, too. The taste of her was stronger here, and her cunt juicy with her slick heat. He flicked his tongue inside her, and decided to add a little something extra to things. He pulled his mouth free and kissed her inner thigh. “Grip me with these, sweetheart.”
She did, her firm thigh muscles clenching against his neck.
Perfect.
Rob sank his tongue into her again, and as he did, one hand went to her clit and began to tease it in time with the strokes of his tongue.
She gave a little squeal and her hips bucked against him. “Oh gosh! Oh!” Her pussy ground against his face, and she was practically shoving her cunt against his tongue, which was hot as fuck. His own hips pushed against the bed as he continued to eat her out, his thumb rubbing against her clit as he worked her with his tongue, and she moaned and cried out his name, over and over, her hips rocking against him until her movements became so needy and so quick that she was doing little more than quivering against his tongue, her voice a high-pitched cry that seemed to go on and on.
And then she was coming, and she clenched him so hard with her thighs that she nearly cut off his circulation, and her juices flooded his tongue and his mouth and he lapped at her, his thumb still working her clit to draw the orgasm out and make it last forever. God, she was sexy. Sexy and responsive and all goddamn his.
And still a virgin, but not for long. His cock was more than ready to seal the deal, and so was the rest of him.
Reluctantly, he pulled his face away from her hot, sweet pussy. His mouth and cheeks were wet from her juices, and he tugged at his shirt and pulled it free of his belt, then wiped his face clean. Marjorie’s legs hung over the side of the bed, and she lay back, stunned, staring up at the ceiling, her face flushed.
He chuckled. “Did I break you, sweetheart?”
“That’s twice,” she said in a dreamy voice. “My legs feel like noodles but I feel so, so good.”
“Good enough to cover that last base, do you think?”
She languidly sat up on the bed and licked her lips. “But Rob, we haven’t done any of the bases for you.”
Ah, damn. His cock hurt so bad at the sound of that. “I know, sweetheart. We’ll get to me some other night. Tonight is about you and your virginity. You sure you want to lose it? You won’t hurt my feelings if you change your mind.”
“I’m sure,” she told him softly, her eyes shining.
If she wanted to move forward, then there was no turning back now. At this point, though, Rob didn’t want to turn back. He wanted to shove his cock into her plush, wet warmth and revel in how tight she was. He wanted to bury himself in her and feel her all around him, see her eyes widen with pleasure as he stroked inside her.
So yeah, he was a selfish bastard, but that was what she wanted, right? So he gave her one last quick kiss and got out of bed, heading to the bathroom to shed his clothes and seek out a condom. He tore the package open and rolled it down his aching length, then headed back into the room with Marjorie.
She’d sat up on the bed, and was gazing at him with anticipation in her eyes. Her hair was a tangled mess around her face, but it only made her lovelier in his eyes. He moved back to the bed and eased her back down onto her back, and began to kiss her again, his knee moving between her legs to separate them. She kissed him back, at first hesitant, then growing with excitement as the kisses grew more intense. When she made a soft noise in her throat, he reached down between them and stroked his fingers through the wet, velvety petals of her pussy. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”
“Ready,” she breathed against his mouth. “I’m yours, Rob.”
“I know,” he murmured, and flicked at her clit before sinking two fingers deep. She took him with a little sigh, her hips arching, and so when he stroked in again, he added a third finger, attempting to stretch her for his cock. She clung to his neck and her mouth locked onto his, kissing him over and over again.
Then, he could put it off no longer. His cock ached with need, and her cunt was slippery around his fingers, and the girl in his arms was sighing and panting with desire. Rob pushed his weight on top of her and then braced his arms against her sides. He spread her long legs wide and then lay his hips against hers until his cock was pressing against her sex.
Her eyes widened. “Oh. That feels . . .”
“Good?” He took his dick in one hand and rubbed it up and down through her folds, lubricating it with her wetness. “Are you ready for me?”
She nodded, and her hands went to his neck, the look on her face utterly trusting.
When his cock was wet enough (and he could stand it no longer), Rob put his hand on her inner thigh and pushed her leg back against the bed, spreading her wide for him. Then, guiding his length to her entrance, he fitted the head against her heat and looked back up at her.
“Still okay?”
She bit her lip. “Feels very big.”
“That’s because it is,” he said. “But you’ll take me in. It’ll be delicious and snug and it’ll feel so good that neither of us will be able to stand it.”
“I’m ready, then,” she said in a soft voice.
So he began to push into her. She was still tight, despite his efforts to stretch her to take him. Well-lubricated and wet, but still tight. Pushing his cock into her was an exquisite torture. He inched the head inside, pausing with every breath that she sucked in. Slowly, he fed his length into her until he was about halfway in, and she squirmed against him.
“Hurts,” she whispered.
He was in intense agony, too. His cock was aching madly. But he forced himself to lean in and give her another comforting kiss until she relaxed again, and then he began to slowly stroke into her, pushing himself a little deeper each time.
She moaned, her first encouraging sign in what felt like endless minutes. So he continued to kiss and murmur sweet things against her mouth, even as his hips rocked against hers and he continued to press deeper, and deeper, determined to seat himself fully inside her tight passage. She was squeezing him like a glove, and it felt so fucking good that it was driving him insane with need.
And then, after what felt like forever, he was in. He was seated to the hilt, his balls resting against her skin. He paused for a moment, reveling in the sensation. Then, he gave his hips a little swivel and looked down at the silent woman underneath him. “How do you feel?”
She was panting, but the panicked look had gone from her face. Instead, she looked thoughtful. “Very full,” Marjorie admitted. “It’s a good feeling. I expected it to hurt more, though.”
“You’re very wet, and I’m very
careful,” he told her, then reached down to caress one of her pretty breasts. “Let me know when you’re ready for me to start moving.”
“Go ahead,” she told him. “I’m ready.” And she even gave him a little wriggle of encouragement.
Thank fucking god. Holding still was killing him. Gazing down at her, Rob carefully worked his hips, pulling out and sinking back in again, ever so slowly. Her flesh was swollen around him, and she was so incredibly tight. It felt amazing for him, but the way she gave a tiny flinch here and there told him that it wasn’t quite amazing for her yet.
He continued to play with her breast as he stroked in and out of her. “Still hurt?”
She shook her head. “It did at first, but it’s gone now. Now it just feels . . . kinda nice.”
Rob chuckled. Only “kinda”? His ego could hardly stand it. “Mind if I speed up?”
“Be my guest,” she said, and then giggled at the inanity of it. “Be my guest to my pussy.”
He laughed, too, because the look on her face was so beautiful with its happiness. Only Marjorie would get the giggles while he was balls-deep inside her. And it was so fucking perfect that he couldn’t help himself—this time, when he stroked into her, he wasn’t gentle, and he wasn’t slow. He was rough, and he was hard, just like he wanted to be with her.
And her eyes widened and the giggle died. She clung to him tighter.
“Hurts?” he asked.
But she shook her head, blinking. “Felt . . . different. Deep inside me.”
That, he liked. He thumbed her sweet little nipple and teased it even as he pumped into her again. “Wrap your legs around me, if you want.”
She did, and those heavenly thighs gripped his hips. He helped her change the angle a little, adjusting her hips and legs until she was in the perfect position, and he sank hard and deep again.
She gasped. “Oh. That was . . . oh, I think I need to feel that again.” Her nails dug into his skin.
He was more than happy to oblige.
Then, he began to piston into her soft flesh, his cock driving into her fast and furious. He was unable to hold back, and he let go of her breast to anchor her hips into the perfect spot for driving into her. She wasn’t protesting, either. That soft little “guh” sound escaped her again and her thighs grew tighter against him, and she was raising her hips to meet his every rough thrust. Her eyes closed and a look of intense concentration was on her face, as if she were trying very hard to focus on pleasure.
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