Page 15 of The Naughty Virgin

But Evie pulled back for a moment, her eyes big pools of melted chocolate.

“Is there going to be a next time?” she whispered against my mouth, her tongue flickering against mine, tantalizing, teasing.

And I groaned again, pulling that curvy body towards me so that it was flush against my muscled chest, my dick grinding into her tummy.

“You bet there’s gonna be a next time,” I growled, pulling her hair a bit so that she arched her neck from the tension, deliciously aroused. “But fuck, let’s just stick with this time, baby girl.”

And with that, I began ravaging the untouched virgin. I kissed her mouth, trailed my lips down her chin, across her jaw, before dipping lower and skimming against her décolletage. Oh fuck, she was so delicious, so creamy as I tasted the soft flesh with the tip of my tongue.

“Take off your shirt,” I rasped and with trembling fingers, Evie obeyed. One button after another popped open and my dick punched out ninety degrees at the sight of her tits. Because she hadn’t worn a bra and her Double Ds were on full display, huge, pendulous, tipped with hard bits of pink at the top.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned, my eyes glued to that chest. “Oh fuck little girl, how’d you get so beautiful?”

And without losing a beat, Evie was on her knees in front of me, her hands on my belt.

“What the fu-?” I began, puzzled. I hadn’t even kissed her yet, tasted that breastflesh in my mouth and she was on her knees in front of me?

But the girl had a plan. Her clever fingers had undone my belt and fly, my dick popping out like a mast and now she was cupping her tits, one in each hand, pushing them together so that a deep valley formed in between.

“Fuck my tits, Mr. Phillips,” she whispered slyly, looking up at me from under her lashes. “I know you’re a boob guy, fuck ‘em.”

And what could I do but obey? The little nymphet was so sexy and yet so nasty that my pulse went ballistic, the blood pumping into my pole at a million miles an hour, so hard and pounding that I thought I’d explode.

But I couldn’t. I hadn’t driven myself into Evie yet and that was number one on the list. So I only let myself take a few strokes between her boobs. Licking my palm, I wet my dick with my hand before guiding the missile vertically between her jugs, feeling the soft bellies caress me, cushion me.

“Ahhh,” I grunted, unable to hold back. “Feels so fucking good.”

And the little girl didn’t even reply, she was watching hungrily as my penis stroked up and down between those mountainous titties, the head disappearing and reappearing every few seconds between her generous flesh.

And the little slut did something that surprised me then. Timing her rhythm perfectly, she leaned down and licked the tip of my dick on each upswing, catching a bit of sperm in her mouth, smacking her lips before bobbing down for another sweet sip.

“Ohhhh fuck,” I groaned. “What the fuck, what the fuck.”

And the little girl was canny. She shifted her boobs, pushing my dick higher up and now when she leaned down she was able to get both lips around my glans on each upswing, giving me a slight suck with every stroke.

“Fuuuuuuck,” I ground out, “Fuuuuuuck.”

But with the last ounce of my self-control, I pulled back, my chest heaving, abs tight, staring at the brunette with a mixture of awe and wonder.

“I thought you said you were a virgin,” I panted, balls tight, dark streaks slashed across my cheeks. I was so fucking turned on that I was ready to pound her into the mattress right then, right there, virginal status be damned. “So how the fuck did you get so slutty?”

And the girl merely smiled coyly, standing up again, her boobs a little red and chafed from our fuck session. She sucked the tip of her finger and trailed it between her titties, as if missing my dick and whined slightly.

“Why Mr. Phillips, I’m no slut,” she cooed, batting her lashes at me. “I’m just a naughty, naughty girl.”

But she was a total whore and knew it. So I decided to treat her like one.

“Skirt. Off,” I commanded, shedding my clothes in matter of seconds.

And that got her attention. Because I’m cut and really toned, like the fitness models you see in men’s magazines. I wear the regular schoolteacher schleppy clothes to fit in, but once the material comes off you can see all the hard work I put in. Yep, lifting weights, doing cardio five times a week and eating right did the trick, and more than a few women had swooned when they saw me in my full glory.

And fortunately Evie was no different. Her eyes opened wide, her cheeks coloring as she looked me up and down. My dick just punched out more, leaking at the tip.

“Like what you see, little girl?” I teased, my voice raspy with need. “Because you’re about to feel me all over you.”

And a gorgeous flush spread over her body, her breasts going slightly pink, her tummy reddening a bit.

“Mr. Phillips,” she gasped, eyes wide, eating me up. “Mr. Phillips.”

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