Page 8 of Sophia, Property of Tracker

She must like what she sees, or she wouldn’t have invited me into her home.

“That’s it, baby, nice and slow,” I whisper while watching as she pulls her jeans over her hips, leaving her standing before me in a simple black lace thong and a matching bra. Her skin looks soft and perfect, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall.

She looks nervous and covers her body with her arms.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I state, kicking myself off the wall and taking a couple of steps toward her, not allowing myself to touch because I know that if I do, I won’t be able to stop, and I want to enjoy every single second I have with her.

“All of it,” I demand, my eyes devouring her as I notice goose bumps erupting over her body.

She responds, and her arms reach behind her back, unclasping her bra and pulling the straps from her arms, allowing it to fall on the floor.

Her nipples are hard and pink. Needing to feel her breasts in my hands, I cup them loving the gasps when I squeeze.

Her eyes are hooded—she’s enjoying my touch. Her chest moves up and down quickly as I step closer, my fingers rolling her nipples between them.

Sophia moans and shuts her eyes at the same time as I continue to play with her breasts.

“You have too many clothes on,” she protests as her hands reach up to the opening of my shirt at my neckline. Her fingers quickly undo the buttons of my shirt, but I cover her hands with mine, stalling Sophia from going any further. Tonight is about her, and as much as I want to fuck her right here and now, it’s just not going to happen. I want to show her how beautiful she is and how a woman like her should be savored, not fucked hard and fast because that’s what I want to do to her right now.

Sophia frowns. “What’s wrong? Don’t you want me?”

Still holding her hand in mine, I pull her to me, smashing my lips to hers as my other hand grabs her free one to guide it to my hard-as-fuck cock. Her small hand cups me there, and I feel myself growing with every pulse.

“Oh… I see,” she says with a smirk.

“This is what you do to me. Don’t think I don’t want you, Sophia, because I do, so goddamn much. Let me show you how much.”

With that said, I remove her hand from my cock and slowly fall to my knees. Hooking my thumbs on the side of her panties, I roll themdown her legs. Sophia places her hands on my shoulders for support and lifts her foot one at a time freeing herself of them. Removing one hand from her hip, I bend to pick up the scrap of material and bring them up to my nose, inhaling her scent.

She gasps at my boldness, which only proves how innocent she really is. Not that I think she’s a virgin, but I’d say her body hasn’t been worshiped the way it should be, and that thought only adds to my arousal, knowing I’m the first to please her this way.

“You smell incredible,” I rasp the words, feeling precum on the edge of my cock.Shit! I’m going to have to stop teasing myself like this if I’m going to last without shooting my load.

My hands slide up the back of her thighs, and I inch closer. Her pussy is only inches away from my mouth. I blow a small breath and raise my eyes to hers, loving how they are squeezed shut while she’s biting down on her bottom lip.

“What do you want, Sophia?”

Her eyes snap open, confusion written in them. “What?”

I blow on her pussy again, and she moans, a sound I could die listening to. If this is how she responds with a simple breath, then I can only imagine how she will react when I’m balls deep inside her.

“I need you to tell me what you want. Just say it,” I command.

“I… I… I want your mouth on me.” Even in the room’s darkness, I can see her cheeks redden. She’s shy, and I find it fucking cute.

“That’s all I needed to hear.”

With my hands gripping the back of her thighs, I flick my tongue out and slide it through her wet folds. “So fuckin’ wet, and I’ve barely touched you.”

Another moan. The tip of my tongue finds her swollen bud, and I circle it feeling her shiver beneath my hold. Her hands grip my shoulders as I suck her clit into my mouth and make a pop sound as I release it. Her breathing is coming fast and strong as I eat her pussy like a starved man. She tastes sweet, and it’s better than I had imagined. This woman is perfect in every way.

“I’m going to come, she screams.” I hold her steady, feeling her legs buckle beneath her, and continue licking and sucking on her clit. And when she comes, she comes hard. The room echoes with her cries, and I lick up all her juices, smothering my mouth and chin with her release.

“I could never get sick of your fuckin’ taste.” I growl, standing, then lifting her in my arms as I make my way to her bed.

Laying Sophia on top of her fluffy duvet, her body is flushed from her orgasm.

Giggling, she runs her hands down her thighs, saying, “That was so good.”

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