Page 83 of Not Your Little Girl Anymore

“Y-yes. Please. Yes.” She manages to get out between her shallow breaths.

Smirking, I intertwine my fingers with hers and forcefully pin her hand above her head. Her mouth parts, her chest rising as she drags her gaze to my mouth. I ghost my lip against hers, dipping my tongue inside, then suck her bottom lips into my mouth, dragging my teeth against it.

The small sting elicits a low, sensual moan that tangles with the warmth of our breaths. The pressure of our mouths fuels my growing hunger for her. I press my hard cock into her abdomen, aching with need. So fucking desperate. As our bodies press together, her supple breasts brush against my chest.

Releasing her hand, I bring it to her face, dragging her bottom lip with my thumb down to the crease of her breasts toward her shorts, but I don’t take them off yet.

Slowly, she drops her purse onto the ground, and with force, she tugs my jacket off my shoulders. She doesn’t waste a second, gripping the hem of my shirt and desperately sliding it over my head. I slide my fingers underneath the hem of her shirt, feeling her soft skin against my fingertips, and slide it up over her head. Then I remove her shorts, kicking the clothing off to the side. She’s standing in nothing but a purple lacey thong.

“So fucking stunning,” I coo.

Her fingers trace across the tattoo on my chest, dipping beneath the edge of my jeans. She pops open the button to my pants and slides to her knees, removing them. She keeps her eyes locked on mine as she drags my pants down my legs. My boxers follow. I kick them off to the side before her eyes meet the length of my hard cock.

She wets her lips, bringing her head slowly to the tip. Her tongue slowly licks the small bead of precum dripping from the head before taking my full length into her mouth. A deep groan escapes my lungs as she bobs her head slowly up and down a few times. The feeling ignited the fire inside of me.

Her eyes meet mine, and fuck is she beautiful looking at me while she swallows my cock.

My dick falls out of her mouth. She uses the back of her hand to wipe the saliva around her plump lips and stands.

“I… I’m sorry. I’ve never done that before,” she admits softly.

Pulling her chin up to look at me. “Don’t apologize. You’re a natural.”

Her cheeks flush. I bring my mouth back to hers for a quick kiss, but she pushes her head to the side to break it.

“I… I’ve only ever,” she waves her hand as if she’s trying to find the right word. “You know… once.” Shame fills her features.

I tilt my head, my eyes narrowing. “You’re nervous.” That’s not a question.

Turning her head back to me, her eyebrows crease. She shrugs a tiny bit. “A little.”

“Do you trust me?” I ask.

“I don’t think I should,” she admits, and I’d be lying if I said that didn’t sting.

“No?”

She doesn’t say anything else. Instead, she grabs my face and brings her mouth back to mine for another erotic, deep kiss. Deep down I know I should break it, but I can’t. I don’t want to. That may be selfish of me, but I’m weak.

Summer Raleigh makes me weak.

Leaving one hand on the back of her head, I use my other to explore her beautiful, creamy skin. The touch is tender as I slowly move towards the clasp of her bra in the back and unclip it.

Momentarily, I pull away from her mouth to admire how her breasts perk up just for me.

I smirk, crouching down and gripping the back of her thighs. I lift her up at the same time she wraps her legs around my waist, locking them there. We kiss more.

Her hips move, rubbing against the ridge of my erection. I push further against her, soaking up the arousal through her panties. Moaning, she tilts her head back against the door. My tongue drags up the expanse of her neck back to her mouth. I take her lip between my teeth, abusing the flesh as she rolls her hips.

Her warm breath grazes along my neck as her tongue traces the permanent black ink tattooed into my skin. This moment is everything to me and much more. As much as I want to prolong this and take everything she has to give, I want to feel her sweet cunt wrapped around my cock that much more.

Somehow, I make it to my bedroom, laying her down on the bed and hovering over her as she slowly hits the mattress. The sound of our breathing fills the small space between us. My eyes trail over her once more, and I curse under my breath.

“So goddamn perfect.”

“You’re not so bad yourself, pretty boy,” she teases.

I snarl, my gaze darkening, and I clash my mouth back with hers. The heat between us is palpable. My need for her is desperate.

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