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It was time to test that in other places.
Grabbing her waist, I picked her up and dropped her on the mahogany table. It was built to hold a feast for many ten or more. Right now, Francesca was my one woman banquet.
Our eyes met for a moment. I gave her a second, maybe two to tell me to stop or slow down, but she didn’t do either. Surprising the hell out of me, she hooked her hand behind my neck and pulled me in for another kiss.
It wasn’t those lips I wanted my mouth on though.
With hands on her shoulders, I gently pushed her back so she was lying on the gleaming wood. Icaressed the creamy expanse of cleavage her dress exposed, those swells plump and so fucking soft.
With a curl of a finger, I tugged the dress and her bra beneath to the side, exposing one taut nipple. I sucked, licked and even nibbled on it as she writhed beneath me.
She might have been a virgin, but she sure as hell wasn’t cold. She was scalding hot and completely uninhibited–becausedining room.The fact that she was this aroused made me wonder what she’d be like once I broke her in and discovered all her dirty desires.
The first one was a surprise. My little Cherry wanted to be watched.
My dick was telling me to get a move on, but there was too much of her to sample. Plus, I had to get her ready. I was big and these weren’t the most ideal circumstances.
Didn’t virgins want flowers and silk sheets instead of a dining room table in a stranger’s house?
Our eyes met for a moment right before I dropped to my knees on the plush carpet.
She lifted her head, but didn’t say anything as I tossed her thighs over my shoulders. The action made her dress ride up and expose her panty covered pussy.
It was a thong and lavender, with a huge wet spot.Leaning in, I set my nose right over that damp fabric and breathed her in. My eyes fell closed and pre-cum spurted from my dick.
Sweet. Spicy.
Mouth watering, I tugged at the thin strap at her hip, ripping her panties off. They went in my pocket, a receipt for my purchase of this virgin pussy.
“Shep,” she breathed, then said it again on a gasp when I got my mouth on her for the first time.
Soft, plush folds were dripping with her sweet honey. I licked her from asshole to clit, then circled that swollen nub. She was gonna come on my face before I got in her, no question.
While her thick thighs were against my ears, I heard snippets of the others talking. They were either watching or nearby, most likely the auction over and on the way to find a spot of their own to fuck.
I lifted my head long enough to growl, “Taken.” Whether I meant the dining room or Francesca, they could figure it out.
Getting her off wasn’t enough prep alone for a virgin, so I got my fingers involved, slipping one into–
Fuck me.
She was so tight. Wet. Hot. She clenched around the tip of my finger as her hand went to the top of myhead. Held on. Pushed my face into her, smothering me.
What a way to go.
It took her a bit to come. Maybe it was the possible audience or the ambiance or that she’d never had a guy eat her out before, but I finally felt her thighs quiver, felt her inner walls clench around not one, but two of my fingers. Her clit grew against my tongue.
“Come for me, cherry,” I ordered, then went right back to my task.
Getting her off.
She put her hand over mouth and I lifted my head, lightly slapped her pussy.
She gasped, then moaned.
“No trying to keep quiet. I want everyone in this big fucking house to hear you scream my name when you come.”
She arched her back, pushing her pussy onto my face as she cried out.
