Page 15 of Rock

Damn. He loved that she was able and willing to verbalize her needs. So fucking sensual. So far beyond her years for a virgin.

Rock listened to her and touched her the way she liked, teasing the little buds until she was writhing and losing her mind with need. “Let your legs fall open, Baby girl.”

She complied, spreading herself wide for him.

He kissed a path down her belly until he reached her pussy. Holding her thighs parted, he set his gaze on her pussy for the first time.

There were no words for how pretty she was or how wet or how greedy. “Did you shave this pussy tonight? Or do you keep it bare all the time?” He trailed a finger along her folds, tormenting her to the point that he had to hold her down with his other hand on her pelvis.

Lyla dug her heels into the mattress and tried to lift her pussy right off the bed.

He removed his fingers. He loved the way he could get her to talk by withdrawing contact. “Answer Daddy,” he encouraged again. He knew she was having trouble focusing, but he wanted her to spill all her secrets.

She whimpered, rolling her head back and forth. “I’ve been shaving it for a while. I like how it feels,” she murmured. “Please touch me, Daddy.”

He trailed a finger around her clit, watching her face. “You’ve thought about this, haven’t you? You’ve thought about me touching your bare little pussy and making you scream.”

“Yes. A million times. Yes,” she cried out. “It’s so much better in real life.”

“Oh, Baby girl. You have no idea. I haven’t even gotten started yet.” He lowered his head and sucked her clit into his mouth.

Lyla screamed. The most beautiful sound in the world.

Rock flicked his tongue over her captive clit as rapidly as possible as he eased one finger into her tight channel. That was all it took. Her orgasm had been building for an hour. It was a wonder she’d lasted this long. The sound and feel of her coming on his mouth and finger brought him to his knees.

While she was still panting and twitching, he added a second finger. Damn, she was tight. “So gorgeous. Prettiest Little girl in the world. Tell Daddy what’s been up inside this precious little cunt, Baby girl.”

She shuddered, still moaning through the orgasm. Finally, she licked her lips. “My fingers, tampons, and… stuff.”

“Stuff?” His curiosity was piqued. “What stuff, Little Lyla?” Dragging information from her was his new favorite pastime. He loved how her cheeks turned pink with embarrassment.

She groaned. “Daddy…” She drew her restrained hands down to cover her eyes.

He reached up and pulled them back above her head and looked her in the eye, waiting with nothing more than a look.

She sighed heavily. “I have a set of thick markers I use for art class. They probably aren’t nearly as big as your, uh… as you. But I pretend.”

“My cock,” he teased, grinning at her. “I don’t think they make markers the size of my cock, Baby girl, but I give you kudos for the creativity.” She was so precious.

“Maybe you could take your pants off and show me.”

“You’re sure that’s what you want? There’s no going back. We don’t have to have sex just because you’re naked in my apartment.”

She rolled her eyes. “Stop stalling. I’m ready.”

He stood and watched her face as he popped the button on his jeans before lowering them and his underwear over his hips.

She bit her lip, stifling her gasp.

He shrugged out of the denim, leaving himself naked. With his cock bobbing demandingly in front of him, he yanked open the drawer next to his bed and snagged the box of condoms.

Damn. He wished he’d opened the box earlier. His hands were shaking as he tore into the cellophane and tossed it aside before ripping the cardboard nearly down the center.

“That’s a new box…” she commented.

He flinched as he snagged one of the foil packs and looked her in the eye.

“Why is the box new?”

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