“Oliver…” I pant. “No more. Make me yours.”
“I will. Soon.” But he doesn’t stray from my nipples.
Long minutes pass in a haze of pleasure. All the sensations in my body seem to come directly through the peaks of my breasts. Still he doesn’t let up, even though they’re swollen and chafed. He merely drags them into his mouth again and pulls. They sting so sweetly. I feel almost embarrassingly wet and try to roll away. “Oliver, no more. They’re sore.”
He pins me down, his face full of apology and agonized need. “I want your nipples raw, Kayla. I need you aching for me.” He drops his hand between my thighs and groans. “Feels as if you like it, too. You’re drenched. God, I’ve got to taste your virgin cunt. I want you on my tongue. I’m dying to make you come.”
I nod eagerly and slowly spread my thighs wider. His nostrils flare; his eyes glitter with harsh lust. Then he buries his face in my pussy. Nothing slow or subtle. He eats me like a starving man, his tongue devouring every slick surface, savoring my clit. He moans, and his fingers tighten on my thighs, spreading them so wide my muscles burn. And he just keeps on nibbling, slurping, and sucking on me.
God, I’ve never imagined anything like this. Putting my own hands between my legs never felt this good. I arch and clench his hair in my hands, but it’s not enough. Grabbing the short strands as best I can, I press his face deeper into my cunt. “Oliver!”
He comes up with a smile, licking his lips. “You taste perfect, love. I’ll be spending a lot of time here.”
As he draws my clit into his mouth again, I can feel the tide of heat rising. It claws and climbs up my body, until I’m thrashing. My thighs tremble violently. I cry out.
“That’s my girl… Come for me!”
I do. The explosion burns, pounding and overtaking every part of me. I’ve never felt anything better in my life. The pleasure is intense. I scream. I swoon. As the climax crests, I nearly black out.
I’m still catching my breath when Oliver stands and rips off the rest of his clothes.
My eyes bulge. He felt huge, and I’ve seen other penises in pictures, but never in person. I know immediately that he’s large, especially when he wraps a hand around his cock and strokes it.
“Kneel.” Oliver points to the spot on the floor in front of him.
I scramble to my knees, and he grabs my hair in his fist and guides my face to his waiting erection. A drop of pearly fluid seeps from the slit at the head. The sight arouses both my curiosity and my pussy. I stick out my tongue and lick at the moisture.
Oliver groans and tightens his fist in my hair. “Oh, that’s it, love. Suck me deep.”
I do, reveling in the feel of such soft skin over his hard cock against my tongue. I feel sexy and my pussy burns as I lower my mouth, trying to take as much of him as I can. Then I suck my way back up.
He grits his teeth and shoves in deeper. “Look at me.”
Through my lashes, I stare up at him, swirling my tongue around the head of his cock, then lapping up another drop of the salty fluid. I moan. His jaw clenches. He pulls harder on my hair. Pain prickles across my scalp, heightening my senses. Stark hunger prowls across his face. My empty cunt tightens.
“Those innocent eyes are making me harder. And that sweet fucking mouth. You haven’t sucked any other man’s cock, have you?” When I try to lift away to answer, he snarls and thrusts against my throat. “You don’t need your mouth free to tell me.”
Oliver is right. I shake my head.
“I love that I’ll be the first—and only—man to come in your mouth, pussy, and ass.” He sounds gratified by that prospect. “I promise to keep you so full and sated, you’ll never want anyone else.”
I try to smile up at him, but he eases his iron-hard dick to the back of my throat again. Involuntarily, I gag. It breaks my rhythm. I’m sure I’m doing it all wrong, and I don’t want to disappoint Oliver. He’s being patient with my inexperience. But I want this pleasure to be exactly what he needs. I force myself to inhale and exhale through my nose and relax, so I can suck him in completely.
“God, you’re amazing. I don’t know how I resisted you for so long. I want you every way I can have you.”
I moan around his length, my taste buds saturated by his flavor.
“Faster.”
When I hear the ache in his voice, I pick up the pace, dragging my lips up and down his thick shaft. My jaw hurts from opening so wide, and he shuttles his way between my lips ruthlessly. His groans of pleasure swell the folds of my slick pussy. I feel so desperate to please him.
His cock twitches in my mouth and swells. I suck him even harder and lower my head as far down his shaft as I can, my nose nearly touching his dark mound of pubic hair. I can smell his musky, manly scent wafting from his testicles. I cup them with one hand and draw them up closer to my face.
“Fuck, yes.” He stabs his way between my lips frantically now.
I try to let him slide deeper. My lips feel chafed, and the muscles of my jaw scream for relief. But I ignore all that because there’s something so satisfying about undoing him.
“Take every inch of my cock past your lips, love.”
He pushes all
