Page 11 of Taking The Virgin

“Responsive, too.” He trails his fingertips down my breast, then caresses the ample underside of it. “What I don’t understand is why you’d be so shy with boys, Red, especially since you have no problems telling me to fuck off every once in a while.”

“Maybe you deserve to be toldthat.”

At my sauciness, he pushes my breast up, and I rock with the motion, lifting one of my hands over myhead.

His smile isn’t anywhere near kind. “Maybe I do deserveit.”

His comment confuses me, but I don’t have time to think too hard about it as he bends to lick my nipple, then sucks it into his mouth. I moan and arch from the bed while he slides his hand to my other breast, fondling it as he licks me, nips at me, making me pound formore.

He reaches to my waist to tug my chemise over my hips, and I instinctively wiggle enough to help him work it down my legs, where I kick it loose. Then he’s easing his fingertips between my thighs, partingthem.

He keeps arousing my breast with his mouth as he strokes his fingers between the lips of my sex, every slow move getting me slicker and slicker. With his other hand, he guides my own hand down toward his body, and with a blast of passion, I understand what he wants.

When I brush against his cock, he groans. I’m doing something right, and I gather my courage, wrapping my fingers around his hardening shaft.

“Fuck,” he says against my breast. “See what you do tome?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like touching me as much as I like touchingyou?”

“Yes.”

As he separates my pussy with his fingers, I cover my face with my arm. With a swirling motion, he slides a finger into me, and I strain upward with a desperatemewl.

“Yeah,” he says in a strained voice. “That sound tells me you’re going to like it even more when my cock’s inyou.”

Once again, his dirty talk makes everything inside of me fiercely purr, and he only revs me up more as he pumps in and out of me with his finger. Wet, slow, fucking me gently and getting me ready.

I haven’t let go of his cock, so every time his finger comes in and out of me, I move with him, stroking his shaft while he strokes me. He’s getting really hard, and as I think of him inside of me, my heart rattles with fright.

But my pussy keeps creaming, anticipating, wanting.

Owen increases the pace, pushing in and out of me faster, faster. He’s watching me now as I bite my bottom lip, trying not to lose control, trying not to look him in the eye so he can see how much I wanthim…

Pressure gathers in my belly, and the tiny quakes there become shudders. I know I’m about to blast apart, and I let go of his cock, wildly grasping his arm, cutting my nails into his skin. Then he moves his finger upward inside me just so, and—

Bam!

As he touches a secret, wonderfully tender spot, I seem to fly in a hundred different directions. I explode, I cry out, I hit the bed with my fist as my vision scrambles.

Before everything comes back together again, I feel him slip another finger into me, and I gasp at the tight sensation.

Fuzzily, I do look at him. He’s watching me closely as if to see whether there’s any discomfort, and in that moment, my heart warms.

Does he actually care about how I’m feeling?

His gaze stays locked on mine as he whirls his fingers inside me, opening me up, getting me hotter and readier for what he’s ultimately going to do tome.

This time I can’t look away as he seems to realizes he’s revealed too much of himself. His gaze goes feral again. With an animalistic growl, he removes his fingers then sits up, strips off his shirt, then the rest of his clothing. As I look at the uncoiling muscles in his thick arms, his hard chest, his corrugated abs, and now his tight thighs and ass, little heartbeats take me over. They hammer over my skin on their way to my belly, where they gather into a pounding cluster.

He comes back to the bed then pulls me to him, hauling me onto his lap, my back to his chest. Sweat makes our skin stick together as my bottom nestles against his taut belly. His erect cock is between my thighs, near my juiced pussy.

“I want you to get a feel for it,” he says against my ear. “Make friends with my cock, you dirty littlegirl.”

He reaches down to take his shaft in his hand, then presses it back into my sex until my pussy lips enfoldit.

I moan. Restlessly, I shift, feeling my clit slide up then down against his hardness, stroking him just as my hand did earlier. He urges me on with his other hand on my hip. If this is what it feels like to have sex, I want itnow.

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