Page 98 of Sugar Coated Secrets

“You’re gorgeous, Dulce,” I say hoarsely, pressing my face on her lower belly. Her skin familiar and sweet. “Don’t ever think otherwise.”

I’m struggling. If I take her the way I want, she’ll be frightened. Her fingers slide through my hair like she is testingout the strands as I lick and suck, holding her by her hips. My tongue finds her slit.

“I liked your hair longer,” she confesses.

“It’s not practical when I have to wear a helmet.”

“Oh…”

She is still nervous, and without much thought, I ask, “Have you ever been with someone, Dulce…like this?”

She shakes her head. “Not like?—”

“I understand.” I interrupt, not wanting to ruin the moment, but I had to ask.

It makes my blood burn at the implication of what that means. I have to make this good for her.

I push her back gently so I can get up and carry her bridal style to the main bedroom. I place her on the mattress. She holds herself up on her elbows, watching me undo my dress shirt.

My cock is so hard in my pants, I’m not going to last.

“Place your feet on the edge of the bed and open your legs.”

She hesitates. For a second, I think she might not do it and run, but she does it. I remove my pants, socks, and shoes, kicking them off to the side. Her eyes fall to my cock. It’s hard, hot, and leaking. I fist myself as I step closer to the edge of the bed and stand between her thighs.

“Have you seen a man’s cock before?” I clear my throat. “Like this?”

She shakes her head slowly, and her innocence pours off her, creating havoc within me.

Fuck me. She was a…when…I close my eyes, removing that thought. This is about her and what I want to give her. “Dulce?”

“Ford,” she says softly.

My hand jerks my cock, hot and heavy. Her eyes are on me as I fuck myself.

“Spread your pussy lips, Dulce.” She does, and it’s like fireworks have gone off behind my eyes. I let out a groan asthick ropes of cum paint her pussy and lower belly. Her thighs tremble. “Show me how you play with yourself, baby. Play with my cum.” Her eyes close, and her fingers rub her clit. It’s so fucking hot watching her.

She arches her back, and I can’t take it. I line up with her entrance, pushing her hand away. Her eyes snap open. The head of my cock full of cum rubs her slit.

“Ford,” she gasps, but I don’t stop.

The friction causes heat. Wet sounds.

“You want me inside you, Dulce?” She nods. “Open your pussy for me.”

She spreads her lips, and I push.

Her eyes widen.

She’s tight. Her lips grip the head of my cock like a vise. Like a fucking clamp, and it makes my pulse jackhammer. I ease into her bit by bit. It takes everything in me to keep from plunging into her and fucking her the way I want. Hard and unapologetically.

I bite the inside of my cheek, trying to hold back. Praying I can when she grinds her hips.

“I want more,” she begs.

I close my eyes. “I’m trying to hold back. I don’t want to hurt you. I never will.”

“Please,” she mewls, grinding her pussy with my cock halfway inside her. “Don’t hold back. Not for me. You feel too good for it to hurt.”

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