Page 9 of Virgin Pass

Chapter Four

Austin

Lori blinks at me,her pretty blue eyes wide and swirling with uncertainty and more than a little interest. She’s also looking at me like I’m nuts, and maybe I am, but I know what happened back in that corridor, then even more in the office, and I have every reason to believe she’s why my experience on the field took a sudden turn in my favor.

“Oh,” she finally says, struggling to stay professional, and failing. Spectacularly. “Oh, wow. Are we talking—oh, wow.”

I haven’t stopped thinking of the taste of her lips, the scent of her innocent need, for two days. Those lips, that mouth, even that gorgeous smile—they all belong to me now. It’s only a matter of time before I claim the rest of her, make every inch of her mine. My cock thickens, eager to slide between her thighs and be welcomed home by her tight pussy. I’ll fuck her morning, noon, and night, and I’m sure it won’t be enough to satisfy my hunger for this sweet angel.

I’m a mean son of a bitch, huge too, and can be pretty intimidating. I’ve been able to stare down defensive linemen from tackling me long enough to get the ball out of the pocket. When I see what I want, I go for it.

And I want Lori—sweet god how I want her—but only if she’s a hundred percent into this. As foreign as it is for me, I’m helpless but to wait for her to decide. She’s got all the power here, and the wait is fucking torture.

But I don’t want to scare her. The direct approach is always the best approach, Zeke used to say. Yeah sure, unless it’s third and long and your offensive line craps out on you. Then the direct approach gets you sacked and you lose the game. The direct approach gets you dropped by all your endorsements and fatheads missing very critical parts of your anatomy sent to your agent.

So here I am, a pro ballplayer on his way out, begging his new agent—the coach’s daughter—to…what? To sleep with me? Do I honestly believe fucking this sweet, beautiful angel will improve my game?

Hell yeah, I do. But there’s more on the line now. Way more. I will be the only man to ever be between her legs and claim her pussy, I decide then and there. My angel will be mine and only mine.

“Yes,” she whispers so faintly I’m pretty sure I hear it wrong. But my body definitely didn’t. In an instant, I’m rock hard and ready to go. “Yes, Austin. Let me be your lucky angel.”

“That’s my girl.” I rest my lips to hers. “My angel.” I swipe my tongue out and run it along her lower lip. “My sweet, lucky angel.” I pull her into my arms and she molds to me, her breasts pressing into my chest. With our lips still resting together, I breathe her in. Dear god, I’m lost in her scent. It’s like I can suddenly smell color, the entire room coming alive the instant I kiss her—really kiss her—like I did back in the office.

I lick her lips open and growl when her tongue meets mine. Pulling her closer, I run my hands up and down her back, slipping them lower until I’m cupping her curvy ass. She kisses me with equal fervor, which I both love and hate. I like taking the lead, both on the field and during sex, and now is no different.

Our kiss deepens as I take the few steps back to fall in a chair. I turn in time and sit her down before dropping between her knees. The Lori Connor I pictured in my mind, the adult version of the little angel that used to follow me around, was a total tomboy, but the Lori Connor before me in a pretty sundress that shows off her shoulders and legs looks nothing like a tomboy. I push the dress above her hips and hook her panties with my fingers.

That’s when her knees lock and I freeze, my gaze shooting to hers. As much as I want this—and I really want this—I stop. “You okay?”

“Yes. Totally.” She loosens the grip her knees have on my shoulders. As soon as I reach for her panties again, however, she slams her legs to me once more, locking me in like a vise. I won’t push my sweet virgin and gently trail kisses along her inner thighs. They spasm before relaxing. Instead of reaching for her panties a third time, I continue planting kisses, licking, teasing, as I make my way up to the crux of her power, the cream-filled center. I smell her through the soaked panties and run my tongue along the edge. She gasps and arches her back, coming clean off the chair.

I pause and eye her. That’s not the reaction of someone who’s ready for this to happen. It could be that she’s just nervous for her first time. It could be more. I won’t take another pass until I know for sure. “Lori?”

She blinks her eyes open and seems genuinely shocked to see me kneeling between her legs. “Austin?”

“Yeah,” I chuckle and tease her with a quick swipe of my tongue. She yelps. “Were you expecting someone else?”

“No,” she giggles nervously. “That would be a huge—absolutely for sure—no. Never.”

I nod in understanding and total appreciation. She’s a virgin in every sense of the word. “Look at me.” I wait until she does and the contact warms me all over. My chest swells knowing she’s saved herself for me, that this virginal pussy will only ever know my mouth, my fingers, my cock. Her body will only ever need mine to keep her satisfied, to keep her warm and safe. I’m all she’ll ever need. In turn, she’s everything I need. “You have no idea what kind of gift this is.”

I lean in and inhale deep, swallowing hard as her scent fills my lungs. I’m so honored—so fucking honored—she wants me to take her virginity. She saved herself for me, for my cock to slide along nerve endings that’ve never been touched. I’m up for the task, literally, and won’t let her down. Despite my eagerness to lick her until she spills delicious syrup all over my lips and tongue, I force myself to slow down. I want this to last longer than my first time. I haven’t had a virgin since I was a virgin myself when I was fifteen. That was a disaster. I don’t want her to feel the same way about her first time. I don’t want her thinking any different about me.

Fuck me. Am I seriously worried about Lori respecting me in the morning?

“I’ve been saving myself for you,” she blurts, and I rear back from her, momentarily stunned as her comment confirms my thoughts. She’s a full foot shorter than I am, so at least as she sits on the chair, she’s eye-level. “I know that’s stupid, crazy even. I didn’t think I’d ever see you again. But I couldn’t…I mean I just never found anyone who…I wanted it to be you.”

I shake my head and chuckle. “This is unbelievable.” Seriously unbelievable. I’ve had women throw all kinds of things at me. Phone numbers. Bras. Panties. I’ve never wanted anything more than what Lori is offering, though.

“Please, Austin?” The way she whimpers as she says my name, her eyes wide, pleading, is too much and I break. “Please do this for me. Let me do this for you.”

My cock is so hard it hurts. Her words are like the white flag to what little resistance—if any—I have when it comes to taking this woman as mine. I surrender to the overwhelming urge to taste her, fuck her with my mouth and fingers, and have her come on my tongue. I’m starving to drink from her body, sure I’ll shrivel up and die if she doesn’t hydrate me with her juices.

Lori yelps when I push her panties aside and take a long, long lick. She then shudders and settles back in the chair. I’m in heaven, her taste like the nectar of the gods. It’s dripping from her cunt, taunting me, begging me to lap it up. So I do. Again and again.

When I center on her tight clit, flicking it with my tongue, her legs shoot straight out. “Austin!”

“That’s right, angel.” I barrel down, assaulting the virgin bud, swollen with need. “It’s me eating this pussy. It will only ever be me to feast on your body.” I pull my cock out and stroke it with my free hand, the pain of keeping it constricted in my sweats too much to take any longer.

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