Page 49 of Seeds of Malice

Need to sober her up a bit.

I select a cracker, place cheese on top, and hold it to her mouth. "Eat this, sweetie."

She slowly does, and I shove one in my mouth, suddenly famished.

But I'm really starving for her, not these damn crackers with cheese.

My cock throbs for the millionth time today.

Sober her up a little bit,I remind myself again. There's no way I'm ever letting her claim that I took advantage of her.

No. She's going to beg me just like all the other women do. So I feed her water and more crackers and cheese. When the bottle's finished, she seems a lot better. I ask, "How do you feel?"

She beams at me. "Good."

The blanket's fallen several inches, barely resting on her tits. I tug it on my side so it drops to her waist.

It takes her a minute to realize it. She glances down, staring at her breasts, and then slowly back at me.

I admit, "You have the most beautiful breasts I've ever seen."

She arches her eyebrows but doesn't cover herself up again, which I take as a win. She questions, "How's that possible? Everybody around here has perfect ones, which are much bigger than mine."

I take my finger and swirl it on one of her tits until her nipple turns rock hard.

She shakily inhales a deep breath.

I murmur, "I don't like fake ones. I like the real thing. And I'll tell you a secret if you want to know."

She inhales again, bites her lip for a minute, then asks, "What's that?"

I move to her other tit, making it just as hard, and confess, "I've never dated anyone who doesn't have fake boobs."

She burst out in a laugh. "How's that possible?"

I shrug. "You've seen what it's like around here. They all get them around fourteen."

Once again, she looks like a deer in headlights. "Are you serious?"

I nod. "Absolutely." Then I cup more of my hand around her breast, moving my thumb over her nipple. I add, "You really do have beautiful breasts. I want to kiss them. Can I kiss them?"

Nervousness fills her expression. I wait and wait, fascinated by her tits, as if I've never seen or touched one before.

She finally says, "Okay," snapping me out of my trance.

I move close to her breasts, then look up.

She stares at me, frozen.

"Has anyone kissed them before?"

She bites on her lip again, her face turning maroon, and shakes her head.

Fuck yeah.

One thing I love is a virgin. But what I love more is a virgin who's never done anything. And it's clear Ivy hasn't. I declare, "Good, because you're mine. I'm glad to know no one else has touched these gorgeous tits. Have they touched you anywhere else?" I slip my hand down her stomach right above her pussy lips.

She inhales sharply. "No."

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