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Jenson

Untouched.

My beautiful Dylan is still pure—she saved herself. I’m not delusional enough to think she saved herself for me, but the thought has my heart pounding in my chest. I know she had a crush on me, but that was years ago. Once I found out, I did my best to push her away from me. I had to give her the time to grow up, even though it practically killed me.

How is this beautiful creature still untouched? I’ve seen how flirtatious she is and how the guys drool after her like lovesick puppies.

She bats her baby blues up at me, a rush of pink tinging her cheeks. I’d planned on fucking her into next week. Knowing now that her tight little pussy has never had cock, I’ll have to control my baser instincts. I want to rut. To pound my thick cock into her. To claim her and mark her as mine.

“I’m only going to ask you this one time because once I get a taste of you, I won’t be able to stop, so you better be sure.” She gives me an almost imperceptible nod. “Do you want this?” Again with the nod. “No, I need your words. Tell me, pretty girl.”

Her pink tongue pokes from between her lips and slides across the plump flesh of her bottom lip before she sinks her teeth into it. I hold my breath as I wait for her answer. Even if she says no, I’m not sure I’d give up and walk away right now. I know I could drive her body so high on pleasure she’d be begging for my cock. The last thing I want is to hurt her, though. If she were anyone else, I wouldn’t give two shits about the consequences. But I’ve waited too long and I need her too much.

I knew from the moment little Dylan Thomas first stepped through the door that she was different. That she was mine. The sweetness of her smoothed my rough edges. It took all my willpower to stay away. To let her grow up. I went off to college and did everything in my power to keep my distance. My friends tried to hook me up with coeds, but none of them could hold a candle to Dylan. I couldn’t stand the thought of giving any piece of myself to another girl. After the shit show with Emily, I steered clear of women—if I couldn’t have Dylan, I didn’t want anyone.

When I came home for winter break my freshman year and walked in to find the little temptress sprawled across the couch in nothing but a tiny tank top and even smaller shorts, I nearly lost it. She may have just been sitting there innocently reading, but my cock was immediately hard. That was the first time I nearly lost myself to temptation.

The second was when I caught my dirty girl touching herself in my bed during the weekend of my parent’s wedding anniversary celebration. It took all my self-control to avoid pouncing on her that very second. I stayed away after that, avoiding visits at all costs. I knew I couldn’t trust myself around Dylan.

“I need you, Jenson.”

The word choice doesn’t escape my notice. Need not want. Well, I fucking need her like my next breath, so we’re on even footing there.

“Thank fuck,” I growl as I take her lips again. Her tongue tentatively meets mine. It’s like the revelation of her virginity has created doubt about her desirability. I’m about to prove the exact opposite is true.

Abandoning her lips, I kiss my way down her body. Pausing to lick and suck her perfect pink nipples into tight buds. My tongue dips into her belly button, causing her to suck in her stomach self-consciously.

She has no reason to feel self-conscious, her curves are perfect. She’s so soft and feminine. I hook my thumbs into the sides of her panties and pull them down as I move lower. Bypassing her pussy, I choose to continue my journey down her leg. She sucks in a breath, her body tensing slightly when my lips meet the back of her knee. Smiling to myself at how ticklish she is, I swirl my tongue across the sensitive skin causing her to jerk and giggle.

Moving lower I place a kiss on her ankle. I let her panties fall to the floor then crawl back between her legs, spreading her wide. Her pussy is shiny with her arousal. Her little clit peeks out from under its hood, swollen and pulsing with need. The sight makes me want to rip my pants off and plunge into her tight, virgin pussy. It takes every ounce of willpower to hold back that desire. Instead, I settle in between her legs, burying my face in her pussy.

“Oh my God,” she moans. Her hips arch off the bed as she pushes herself up into my mouth.

Slowly, I lick her from her slick little hole to her clit. I suck the pulsing bead between my lips, flicking my tongue over it until she’s writhing underneath me. Her breath is coming in sharp pants and her muscles are tight with tension. She’s already so close. I slip a finger into her virginal passage, then another, stretching her.

“Mm… I could lick this sweet cunt for hours.”

Her pussy contracts at my words and she moans desperately as I slowly pump my fingers into her, scissoring them as I work her towards orgasm. Within seconds, she’s screaming my name. Her nails dig into my shoulders as her pussy floods with her release. I lick her through her orgasm until she collapses back to the mattress, breathing heavily. I can’t help the self-satisfied smirk that spreads across my face when I look up the length of her body, taking her in.

Her skin is flushed, her pert breasts heaving as she tries to catch her breath. The hard tips of her pink nipples draw my attention, making me want to torture them with my mouth. And her face? God, I’ve never seen anything so fucking sexy in my life. Her expression is that of a sated woman, thoroughly pleasured by her man.

Quickly, I rid myself of the remainder of my clothes—desperate to have her, claim her. I fit myself back between her lush thighs. My lips find hers and I kiss her hungrily, showing her every bit of my desire. My cock is swollen to bursting and jerks as it comes in contact with her heat. Her legs spread further, inviting me in. I hiss out in pleasure as my cock slips between her pussy lips. The wetness slicking over me as I rub my cock head along her slit. I bump against her clit and she pulls away from my kiss on a cry, her back arches pushing her hips closer—working herself against me.

“Jenson.” My name is like a prayer on her lips. A promise.

I circle her clit, pre-cum dripping from my tip, coating her little button. A vision of her pussy coated in my cum has me nearly spending on her like a teenager. My eyes find hers as I press my cock to her entrance. She looks up at me through heavily lidded eyes filled with both desire and apprehension.

“I’m going to fuck this little virgin pussy now. I’m not wearing a condom. I need you bare. I need to feel all of you as I make you mine,” I growl.

I swear I meant to ask for permission, but the bastard in me couldn’t—wouldn’t—give her the chance to turn me away. Still, I wait a heartbeat, then two. When she makes no move to deny me, I plunge into her virgin pussy, popping her sweet cherry.

Her eyes widen and her breath catches on a scream. Buried to the hilt, I wait for her to adjust, even though it kills me to not move. I want to rut into her virgin channel like an animal. I want to fill her up with my cum and mark her as mine. A vision of her belly rounded with my child flits through my mind and I can’t hold back any longer.

Slowly, I pull my cock from her tightness, then plunge back into her. “Fuck, so fucking tight,” I groan. “So good.”

I thrust into her again and again, riding her harder than I should, but not finding the willpower to stop. Reaching between our bodies, I rub her swollen clit with my thumb as I fuck her.

“Oh, J… Jenson,” she cries out breathlessly. Her hips meet me thrust for thrust. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she holds onto me. “Please, please,” she begs.

“Please what?”

“I’m so close.”

And she is, her tight little pussy is gripping me like a vise. The pleasure is almost unbearable. I rub her clit in quick, tight circles as I pound into her. Within moments she is crying out her release, her pussy milking me over and over as her orgasm burns hot through her body.

“That’s it, beautiful. Come on my cock.” Thrust. “I’m going to fill this tight little cunt with my cum.” Thrust. “Fucking tight little pussy.”

I bury myself balls deep as my cock erupts. Spurt after spurt of hot cum fills her. Another flash of her heavy with my child has me thrusting into her one last time, pushing my cum as deep as I can get it. It’s irrational, stupid even, but the idea of making her mine permanently is too much to resist.

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