Do.
It.
“Pretty sure that would have ruined dinner for everyone.”
“Everyone?” I reach up and run my thumb down her lips.
“Well, almost everyone.” She leans in and our kiss explodes again like our tongues are fucking each other.
Fuck.
I’m obsessed. It’s that fucking simple. And everything about her just makes it worse.
Her taste, her smell. Her little breaths as we kiss. The way she raises an eyebrow when she’s calling me or someone else on their shit, like ZZ Top dude back in the bar.
How she rubs her lips together four times after she puts on that cherry-flavored lip gloss.
The little mole that looks like a heart where her pulse thrums just under her jawline.
Everything about her is perfect, and I feel like my heart is about to crack a rib. Her tongue winding, warm and eager with mine, reminds me of how it felt when she sucked me off earlier.
For a second, I regret not coming down her throat, but fuck that. No regrets. The truth is I want my first load delivered directly against the opening to her womb.
A groan tangles in my throat as I realize that no, that’s not even the truth at all. The real truth is, I love Daphne already.
She is what kept me sane. Kept me alive. And she’s the reason I’m living now.
Obsessed with her? Yeah. In lust with her? For sure. In love with her? Abso-fucking-lutely. All of it. All of her.
A beast inside of me roars for me to take her, hard and fast, but I want her to know this is more than just a fuck for me. I need her to know she’s my woman. The woman that will be my wife, that will give me a house full of children, that will tell me she loves me at least once for every ten times I tell her.
That will be enough. I hope.
Before her tight little virgin cunt can take all of me, I need to soften her up. With a tortured moan, I pull back from our kiss. Her eyes are fixed on me, mouth open, panting, as I grab her hips and stand her up.
I glance around. Close fucking quarters for sure. It’s not going to be easy to plant her on my face in here.
I shift her behind me, shoving aside a few big boxes, fucking aching for what’s coming next.
“Yes,” I hiss as I look up on a shelf and see what will work.
I reach up and pull down five plastic-wrapped packages of new, white bar towels, ripping open the packaging and laying them out to make a blanket on the floor.
“You’re making a bed…” Her eyes narrow.
“Sort of.”
I’m momentarily distracted by her beauty, her hard nipples pressing out on the yellow fabric. I fight back the drool that threatens to spill over my bottom lip.
Possessiveness rips through me, hot and fast. I’m taking her here, today, and she will be mine forever. No more waiting. No more aching.
I ease down, laying myself on the towels, pulling her feet into position so one is on either side of my torso, then working her little black boots off.
“Get that fucking dress off, then put that dripping little inferno of a pussy on my mouth.”
She looks down with hesitation as I point at her dress with my index finger. “You think you just bark out the orders and I fall into line?”
She’s got a mouth on her. And it just makes me want to shove my cock between her lips so goddamned bad. “You know you want more of this magic tongue. You pick the tongue twister and get that cunt on my mouth. I’ll do the rest.”
Her tough-girl act falters as she reaches down and peels the wet yellow fabric from her body. As she promised, she’s completely naked underneath.
Christ, I’d burn down kingdoms for this girl. Knowing I’m going to be the only one to ever taste her, to give her pleasure, to fuck her and love her, makes me feel alive like I haven’t in as long as I can remember.
I wrap my hands around her legs, just above her knees, and pull her down. She props herself up, arms locked, her pussy above my chest, her tits full and lush.
“Are you sure? I don’t know…” She swivels her head, looking around.
“I know. Just get that dripping dream down here.” I grab onto her ass and guide her into position, watching her tits as they hang for a second over my face, nipples puckered, the enticing curve of an old tan-line. Then her apprehension melts away as her slick, heady sex meets my mouth, my balls drawing up as I feel the slick petals on my lips.
“Peter Piper,” she hisses as she lowers herself onto my face. “I want…oh, God…I want Peter Piper.”
Fuck yeah. Her drenched folds spread over my tongue as she opens her thighs, starting to circle her hips, lowering her hands above my head and bracing herself. I keep my hands on her ripe ass, making sure she doesn’t get away as I drive my tongue into her slippery little cherry opening, then give her everything my mouth and tongue can offer.
“Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers…” I start, the words muffled by her muff but I feel her body shudder as I work my tongue-twisting magic.
“Oh shit, God…”
She grinds down on my face. And I know it for sure. This is paradise.
My cock is harder than folded steel as her screams begin, right at the moment I finish the tongue twister. Her silky, dripping sex rides my mouth. Life has never been better than it is in this moment.
I buck my own hips upward, hanging on to her soft, warm ass cheeks, keeping her attached to my face as her shuddering orgasm takes hold and she twists and grinds, her arousal spilling out and soaking my beard, dribbling down into my fucking ears.
She growls my name as her body freezes, her horny, honey-filled pussy bursting as I swallow down her sweet offering, my chest swelling with pride. I don’t have much—no big houses, fancy cars—but I can give her this, at least for now, until I figure out how to give her everything else.
I just hope like fuck she’ll give me the chance.
“Dutch,” she moans, her body going slack as I steady her hips, wrapping my hands around before flipping her over. I gaze in wonder into her glazed, sightless stare. I have to take her now.
I don’t know what she’s done to me, I’ve never had thoughts like this before. But whatever it is, I want more. I want it all.
I tug my jeans down, my boxers quickly following, getting them down onto my thighs before I reach down and give the root of my cock a squeeze. I’m ready to unload, running it up and down through her hot folds, slapping the tip down on her clit until she’s wiggling and begging for me to fuck her.
“Please,” she whines, her eyes rolling back white as I spank her little hard nub a few more times.
Then I reach up and slip my hand into the back of her hair. A quick tug has her eyes snapping wide as she arches, her tits jiggling as they’re thrust upward.
“Fuck, Daphne. I want to fuck you. I want to make you feel so good and make you yelp in pain all at the same time.” I shake my head, knowing it’s too much. I’m already going to take her virginity in the back room at a bar on a pile of fucking towels. “I’m almost fucking sorry for it.”
Pulling her hair and slapping her clit with my cock seems a bit more than an innocent virgin should take on her first merry-go-round.
“Don’t you dare apologize.” She breathes hard as I tug her head to the side, lining my cock up with her tight opening. “I want to give you what you need. I’m yours, Dutch. I have been for a long time.”