Page 15 of Hooking Her Up

Instead of messing around with getting my skirt open, he shoves it up around my waist, one hand sliding up my thigh to tease the edges of my panties. Resting his chin along the edge of my panties, he smiles up at me mischievously.

“Has any man ever tasted your pussy?”

I grip his hair, suddenly frozen with doubt. “No,” I squeak. “I’ve never— I’m a virgin.”

His eyes go dark, but he had to have known, right? He’s frozen and I fear he’ll stop, take things slow. I don’t want slow.

But his fingers find their way under my panties, stroking my most sensitive parts, aching with desire. His eyes lock with mine. “So I’m the first to ever touch you here? The first to ever make you so wet?”

Before I can answer, he circles my swollen nub and I cry out. I tug at his coal dark hair, my head thrashing. A second later my panties are gone, ripped in two by his strong hands and tossed aside. I let my arms fall to my sides and lay still, breathless and waiting.

“Tell me you’re mine,” he breathes against my thigh.

“Is this a game to you?” I almost sob.

His hands tighten on my hips and he shakes his head. “Let me show you how serious I am.”

His tongue laps at my slippery heat as he holds me tight. I can’t move, only gasp and reach for his hair and let the most intense feelings overtake me. My body is definitely his.

He pushes his tongue inside me, in and out, a promise of what’s to come. I reach down to press his head deeper, but he takes my hand.

“Feel how wet your pussy is for me,” he says. “Feel how swollen your clit is.” He pulls my hand to his lips and kisses my slick fingertips. “Do you want me to make you come?”

“Yes,” I say. “Show me what that means.”

With a deep chuckle, he moves my fingers to circle my clit. “I do like watching you play with your pretty little pussy, but I think I like licking you more.” Dropping my hand, he plunges his face between my legs.

I go wild at the sensations he’s dragging out of me. Shaking and straining at his strong grip on my hips, I start to moan. I can’t take my eyes off what he’s doing to me. As my noises get louder, he lets go and I buck upward, straining for everything he’s giving.

“Come for me, Kayla, so I can fuck you.”

His command is barely out. The moment his tongue finds my pussy again, I scream. Locking my legs around his head, I let each wave of pleasure wash over me. He won’t stop, even when I’m pudding on the couch, completely limp except for my shaking legs and the ragged rise and fall of my chest.

He pulls himself up to rest beside me, kissing the side of my neck. The hard rod in his jeans presses against my leg and I know there’s so much more he can show me. So much more I need.

Reaching my hand down between us, I tug at his jeans, settling on pressing against his stiff bulge until he rolls me toward him and I can use both hands. As soon as I get his zipper down, his huge cock bursts free. I can only stare, my hands frozen until I hear him snicker.

“It doesn’t bite,” he teases. Both my hands wrap around it, making his smug laugh turn to a groan. “Christ, Kayla. I’ve been dreaming about you doing this…”

“Really?” I ask. “I’m not the only one dreaming about these things?”

He traces down the side of my breast, frowning in irritation at my bra that’s hanging off one arm by now. He slides it all the way off and leans down to drag his teeth across my nipple.

My grip on him tightens, his velvety hot shaft jerks in my hand. He moans, making me bolder.

“What are you going to do with this thing?” I ask.

“You just said you were dreaming about it. You tell me.” Leaning back, his smile is proprietary, hungry, and teasing all at the same time. I could look at that smile for the rest of my life.

Before reality can ruin everything, I remind him I’m a virgin. “My dreams were hazy,” I tell him. “You need to give me something I can work with for the next time I fall asleep.”

His hand works its way back down my body, his palm splaying between my thighs. “Well, I’m going to fuck this tight little pussy of yours until you’re screaming again.” His fingers slip deep inside me, stretching me for the huge cock I’m still holding onto for dear life. “I’m going to come inside your body, Kayla.” His hand stills and he kisses me deeply, then locks me in his gaze. “You’re going to be mine.”

I shake my head in amazement at how hot he has me again. If he moves his fingers, I’m going to tip over the edge once more. He chuckles, shaking his own head.

“You already are mine,” he clarifies, tipping my chin so I nod.

“I need you to do those things now,” I say.

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