Page 27 of Before He Was Her Headmaster

“No?” She smiles as I slide fingers along the wet path I’ve just licked, circling her tight entrance. “Maybe I’m eager to have you inside me. I’ve waited long enough.”

“You’ve been very good.”

“Patient?”

I chuckle and climb up her body, leaving my hand between her legs for her to rub against as I kiss her.

I don’t stop until her lips are swollen and her legs wrap around me, her pussy wet against the length of my cock. In theory, she could roll her hips and take me inside her like this. But there’s no just slipping into a woman who hasn’t done this before.

I rear up between her legs and reach for a condom from the same pack I bought our first night together.

She watches, her lower lip caught between her teeth as I roll the protection down my length, which I then slide between her puffy pussy lips. She reaches down between us and wraps her hand around mine. We’re both rubbing the tip between her folds, then dragging it up to her clit. She moans with each press against her hole, gasping at each flick up.

Those little gasps and moans are the only sound in my house, and it’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.

As we move our bodies together, our hands become slick with her arousal. Her fingers slip around mine to the base of my cock.

In a mix of horror and deeply pleasing perversion, I realize she’s rolling the condom off me with each stroke.

“Lily.” The way I growl her name is a warning.

“Please?” She spreads her legs wide in wanton invitation, her words a dangerous drip of honey. “Just this once. I want to feel you inside me.”

It won’t be just this once. If she gives me a taste of her bare, that will be all I’ll ever want. “I might want to plant my seed there, sweet girl. It’s a dangerous game.”

She shakes her head. “Not dangerous with you. You make me want all sorts of things.” She licks her lips. “But it’s not a good time for that.” She blushes. “I mean, in my cycle.”

Fuck. I buck my hips, letting her get rid of the protection. “You have to be sure.”

“Do you want it?”

I cover her with my entire body, imagining all the ways we’ll do this in our lifetime. “Yes, Lily. I want to be inside you, nothing between us, very much.”

She kisses me this time, hungry nibbles at my mouth, and I work my cock against her tight pussy again.

“Deeper,” she begs as I rub against her entrance. “Just a bit more, Sebastian. I want it.”

“I want it, too. Want to see my cock slide into this sweet pussy so much it hurts, but I can’t hurt you. You gotta be ready. You’re too little, and Daddy’s too big.”

“You’re perfect,” she gasps. “It feels good, I promise.”

“Tell me, then. Tell me what you want.” I feel my control slip away as the warm, wet opening sucks at my cock.

“Fuck me,” she whispers. “Put your cock in me.”

I groan and push in another inch, my balls pulling tight as I watch her pink hole stretch around my girth.

“More,” she pants, but the look on her face tells me she’s not ready.

“No,” I protest.

“Daddy,” she whines, and something inside me snaps. With a grunt, I tip her hips up, changing the angle, but she wraps her legs around my waist before I can stop her.

She cries out as my cock spears into her body. I brace myself against the bed, but it’s done. I’ve buried my cook in her untouched pussy, and I’ve hurt her.

It feels so fucking good.

My tight virgin queen.

---