“What has you so impatient?” she asked me, humor and confidence ringing in her voice.
I pressed her against the wall beside the door, the house dark and stale all around us and growled, “Ten years waitin’ for you to grow up so I could do this.” Then I slammed my mouth to hers.
In about a nanosecond her lips parted on a soft moan of surrender and her tongue came out to tangle with mine. Her fingers in my hair slid up to the back of my neck and fisted, anchoring me to her tight as if her straining thighs weren’t keepin’ me close enough. I fuckin’ loved that she gave back just as good as she got, biting at my lip until I hissed just this side of pain. Somehow, she managed to shuck off her jacket and reveal the dainty little tank she wore underneath, her nipples pebbled from the cold ride.
I had to taste her, been thinkin’ about the taste of her for years and it was this fuckin’ close to drivin’ me crazy. So I hoisted her higher against the wall with one arm wrapped around her back and up under her ass then gripped the fragile left strap of that tank in my teeth and snapped it in two. Her gasp ruffled my hair as my lips followed the path of the fallen tank. Loved the taste of her smooth tanned skin, salty and sweet under my tongue as I pressed hot, open mouthed kisses to her chest, to the deep crease between her plump tits. I rubbed my bearded jaw there, felt her shiver at the abrasive contact and then pulled back to stare at the sweet tips of her exposed tits, red and furled like fuckin’ raspberries.
My mouth watered.
I nipped one between my teeth to make it harder, then did the other.
“Zeus,” Lou panted, writhing against the wall where I’d pinned her.
The sounda my name in her mouth, comin’ off her lips like a prayer sounded both blasphemous and right. She was done prayin’ at the alter of another man’s church, now she worshipped at my feet and made me feel like my namesake, God of fuckin’ Olympus.
Thunder gathered in my chest and rolled up my throat as I hefted her higher and sank to my knees, ready to bless her with my tongue and taste her holy fuckin’ waters.
She gasped as I dropped to the floor, unbuckled her jeans with my teeth and then shucked them off but she sassed me when I ripped off her little panties with a rough yank by sayin’, “You better buy me more of those or I won’t have any left for you to rip off.”
I wrapped my arms over her hips and between her golden thighs so I could pet the smooth skin either side of her wet slit.
“The less the better between me and my new favourite meal,” I told her as I spread my fingers on either side of her swollen clit and pulled back so I could lash it roughly with my tongue.
She screamed.
I shut her up with my mouth pressed tight over her pretty, weeping pussy. The second my tongue parted her folds and her sweet cherry taste exploded in my mouth, I knew I’d hit heaven, kneelin’ there with my mouth on the sweetest pussy any man had ever dreamt of tastin’. I yanked her tighter to my mouth and feasted.
Two noisy, thrashing minutes then she was coming and she was doin’ it loud, long and glorious, pulsin’ against my tongue and callin’ out my name.
“Fuck, God, no, Jesus,” she chanted but her hands were in my hair and usin’ it like reins to keep my tongue workin’ her even as she came down.
“Don’t interrupt a man when he’s eatin’, little girl.”
“Again,” she begged, practically sobbing.
“Thought you were a good girl, little Lou, so where are your manners?” I asked, circlin’ my thumb ’round her entrance.
My cock was so hard it ached like a motherfucker but I needed this, needed to see this girl I’d wanted since before it was legal beg for me and say my name while doin’ it. So, she knew for sure whom she was inviting into her body and her bed.
“Zeus, please.”
I tilted her hips so I could drag my tongue over her cream from pretty pink asshole to swollen clit. She rattled like a cage around me, so fuckin’ close already.
“Fuck, I need you. Please, I want to come on your cock. Please, please,” she sang, yankin’ at my hair to move me away from her cunt.
Fuck but that sounded like a good idea, feeling that snug virgin cunt come all round my cock. I tried to focus, tried to remember why I shouldn’t take a seventeen-year-old virgin on the floor of the kitchen in a cold, dark house she didn’t know.
Tried and fuckin’ failed.
I dropped her down so we were face-to-face again then swapped out my teasin’ thumb at her cunt with two fingers and thrust just inside ’er. Her hips jerked up against me, trying to fuck down on my hand at the same time lookin’ down to watch me unbuckle my belt one-handed.
“Yes,” she hissed and her eyes sparked. “Show me.”
“You’ve dreamed ’bout this cock, haven’t you?” I asked her, still fuckin’ her with my fingers bumpin’ up against the virginity I was about to obliterate. I unbuttoned and shoved my jeans down my ass just enough to show her the rock-hard length of me pressed to my thigh behind my boxers.
“Oh God,” she breathed, her eyes gone so heavy it was a wonder she could fuckin’ see me. “So big.”
“You want it, take it out.”
Her eager hands sprang out to fumble with my boxers and even though they were clumsy, I bit on my tongue to keep from comin’ when they slid under the fabric and exposed my cock. It was hot as fuck to see her eyes wide and full’a fear and fuckin’ excitement as she tried to wrap her hand around the base of my cock and failed.
“Hands around my neck, Lou,” I rasped out, replacin’ her hand with my own so I could rub the tip of my dick against her hot velvet pussy.
She moaned and wiggled her hips closer but I held her still with my hand at her hip. I pressed my forehead to hers and my cock against her tight hole.
“This is it,” I warned her. “I’m it for you after this.”
“You’ve always been it for me,” she gutted me by saying.
Then, because I was no saint and I’d held out long enough, I slammed my mouth on hers and swallowed her harsh moan as I thrust up into her drippin’ cunt.
My mind splintered. It was the only way to explain how the monster in me broke free of his chains and gripped Lou harder than I shoulda, tight at the hips, hard in the hair, drivin’ her wet, raw cunt up and down over my cock until my thighs were a mess of her juices and sweat dripped down my back. It was the only way to explain the way pleasure popped the lid off my head and left me thoughtless of the fact I was kissin’ her ’til she nearly couldn’t breathe, bitin’ her neck until it blossomed with flowery hickeys all over.
It was the only way to describe how I fucked her so hard, I marked her in every heathen way as fuckin’ mine.
And she loved it.
My seventeen-year-old ex-virgin moaned and groaned, scratched up my back like a feral fuckin’ cat and begged me when she had enough breath to do it, to fuck her harder. It had to hurt her, the way my big cock stretched her and made her bleed, but she loved it so fierce she even loved the pain.
We were sweaty, gruntin’ animals on the floor of the kitchen. So far past fuckin’, we were just rutting, greedy beasts.
Her fingers slipped in the sweat on my shoulders then dove into the damp hair at my temples to hold my eyes steady.