Page 11 of His Bountiful Gifts (Men of the Sea)

“You ever done this before, angel?”

She shakes her head. “No. I’m a virgin.”

The words make my balls pull up tight.

“Say it again.”

“I’m a virgin.” She’s breathless and needy and I want to be in her cunt so bad.

Dipping my head, I dive under her skirt. The musky scent is so strong I have to grip her thighs—or else I’ll lose it.

Her animal scent brings out the animal in me. My mouth closes on her pussy, and I lick her juices until they’re all over my face.

My fingers pump her while my tongue flicks her nub.

With my other hand, I pull my throbbing cock out of my pants. Pre-cum drips off the end. I take it in my fist, giving myself a slow, hard tug as I devour her sweet cunt.

Then she cries out, and I know she’s over the edge. Her body trembles and her cunt squirts cream into my mouth. It’s the sweetest nectar I’ve ever tasted.

I come out from under her skirt, and she’s trembling and sweaty, her nipples perky and hard.

“Now I’m going to take that sweet cherry of yours.”

She nods, which is all I need her to do. I tug her skirt off and flip her around so she’s bent over the table.

Her pink asshole puckers as I rub my cock over it. She moans and pushes back into me as I reach around until I find her slippery folds.

My tip slides over her entrance, and it’s like a fire inside my cock. I need to be inside her now.

“Hold onto the table, angel”

My dick pushes into her.

She gasps. “You’re too big.”

“You’ll get used to it. Relax and let Daddy take care of you.”

She goes limp against the table, and I slide myself in a little more.

“Ronan,” she whines. “I don’t think I can take you.”

“Hush, sweetheart.” I lean forward and brush her hair off her back, giving her some tenderness. “You were made to take me.”

She cries out as I slide in a bit more. Her pussy’s gripping me like a vise, and I think I might break her apart.

“Ronan,” she cries. “You’re too big.”

Her words are working me into a frenzy. I’m trying to go slow for her, but all I want to do is slam in and destroy her pussy.

“Be still for Daddy, and let me take that cherry of yours.”

She gasps and her pussy slickens, releasing its tight grip and letting me know my angel likes the dirty talk.

“I can’t fit you,” she pants, yet as she says each word, her hips slide toward me, sinking my cock deeper and deeper, making me groan like an animal.

“Fuuuck, Ronan. It feels good.”

“That’s right, angel.”

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