Page 11 of QB Keeper
I don’t waste any more time, leaning down and taking her mouth in a heated kiss. There’s no testing the waters this time. We’re beyond that. So, when I flatten my tongue on her lips, she opens for me to push it inside. She moans at my forceful intrusion, letting me take what I want from her. My intention was to show a little more dominance than I did last night because I know that’s what she ultimately wants from this arrangement, but I’d be lying if I said she was the only person I was trying to please here. I’m surprised by how hard I am just from kissing her right now, and how quickly I’m turning feral as our kiss becomes frantic and almost pornographic. My animal instincts are double daring me to rip off my boxer briefs, pin her down to the mattress, and spear my cock into her as hard as I can, but I know I need to push that away. Possibly forever. Grace isn’t just some girl. I refuse to treat her like she is.
I lower my body onto her and settle between her legs that are already open, inviting me in. I didn’t let myself feel her, even through my clothes, last night. So, when I press my dick against her exposed pussy, I have to grit my teeth at how it feels. I can feel her warmth and wetness as it seeps through the fabric between us. I thrust my hips forward, creating a friction that feels like too much and not enough all at once.
“You’re already wet, aren’t you, beautiful?” I say into her ear. “Such a good girl getting ready for me. Do you want my finger again?”
“Please,” she whimpers.
I kiss her again as I reluctantly put space between us so Ican slide my hand down, rubbing gentle circles over her clit as it swells and hardens under my touch. I can tell she’s struggling to keep her arms over her head by the way they twitch every time I increase the pressure. Part of me wants her to disobey to see how well she’d take a little punishment, but the other part knows how quickly I could lose control in that situation before she’s ready.
When Grace’s needy whines fill my mouth, I know she’s wound up enough for me to go a little further. I run the pad of my middle finger along her slit, gathering as much of her wetness as I can to make it more comfortable for her when I slide in. Taking a chance to see how she reacts, I lower my finger just a little more, rubbing it against the sensitive skin between her pussy and asshole. And let me fucking tell you, she doesnotdisappoint. Her fists clench above her head at the same time her hips lift off the mattress, causing me to push into that spot harder. The most beautiful moan slips from her lips when I do.
“Good to know,” I say, trying to sound like I’m not ready to bust in my shorts at the thought of pushing into her forbidden hole as she cries out for more.
“Tan,” she chokes out, “I need…I need,”
I smirk. “I know what you need, Bunny,” I reply as I enter her warmth with one finger. She sighs in relief as I pump in and out as slowly as I can, hoping to get her even hornier than she already is. I want to hear her beg. I want her desperate for me to blow her mind.
“M-more. Please,” she stutters. “Please.”
That was quick.
“Aww,” I pout. “Being finger fucked slowly like this isn’t enough for you?” I continue at the same pace, taking my time to speak as the sound of her wetness and heavy breaths fill the room. “How about I use my tongue? Would that be better?”
She doesn’t say anything. She just nods her head rapidly as she whimpers.
“Gonna need you to say the words, Grace. Tell me you want me to taste this virgin pussy.”
She opens her bright blue eyes, locking onto mine. I can see the hesitation. She’s never been spoken to like this, and she’s definitely never said those words before, other than when she was trying to rattle me earlier. Why would she? They’re filthy and she’s a fucking angel. But I’m ready to knock that halo of hers right off.
I raise a brow, nearly halting the movement of my finger inside her as I wait for her to submit.
C’mon, baby. Say it.
“I want you to,” she pauses, swallowing thickly, “taste my virgin pussy.”
“Fuck,” I say on a forced exhale. I’m feeling as desperate as she sounds right now. “Remember to keep your arms above your head. If you move them, it all goes away and I won’t let you come,” I warn as I move down her body, taking time to trail open-mouthed kisses on her flushed skin. She writhes beneath me, clearly uncomfortable from being so turned on with no relief. She’s taking it like a champ, though. I’m proud of her.
All I have to do is nudge under one knee with the back of my hand and she opens wider for me. Her smooth, creamy thighs lead right up to her apex, where she’s actually dripping. Like, real wetness is running out of the bottom of her pussy, and my mouth waters with the urge to lean in and drink from her. I almost forget it’s her first time doing this, which means I need to keep going slowly. As much as I want to feast on her, I don’t want it to be overwhelming. There will be plenty of time for me to eat her the way I really want to later. For now, I need to focus on making all of this perfect for her.
I lean forward, dragging my tongue across her hot skin,everywhere except where she’s aching for me. And just as I go to press my tongue to her sweetness, I get an idea.
I quickly move back up her body, chuckling at the loud huff of annoyance that leaves her lips. I take the pillow from my side of the bed before wrapping my hand gently behind her neck so I can prop her head up.
“I want you to watch me,” I say before dropping my lips to hers quickly. I crawl back down her body, never breaking eye contact as I do. When I finally lean in, licking her slit from bottom to top, her eyes flutter and roll back.
“Grace,” I say, recapturing her attention, “watch it happen.”
When she obeys, I flatten my tongue to her clit, flicking it quickly. An uncontrolled, guttural moan leaves her when I change tactics, drawing the sensitive bundle of nerves between my lips and sucking gently.
“Tanner,” she gasps, and my name on her lips makes me feel like the luckiest motherfucker in the world that I’m the first to taste her. I’m torn between giving her everything I have so I can feel her explode around my tongue, and going so slowly that I never have to stop. I’ve only been down here a minute and I’m absolutely sure I’m addicted.
“That’s it, baby. Let me make you feel good,” I rasp. I use my tongue to massage every part of her, using varying patterns and pressures to find exactly what she likes. She begins moving her hips, trying to shove herself into my face, so I press harder, sinking my tongue inside. Now it’s my turn for my eyes to roll back.
“Fuck, Grace,” I mumble. I’ve never tasted anything better in my goddamn life. If I never have another meal, I’d be fine with that. This is all I need.
I take my time licking and fucking her with my tongue, feeling her muscles start to tighten as her orgasm builds. The sounds we’re making fill the room and my restraint almost snaps as a small gush of wetness covers my lips. She’s soclose, she’s leaking all over my face. My cock is painfully hard and all I want is to dip it inside her for just a second.
Soon.
