Page 26 of Forbidden Virgin

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The next minutesturned into a blur in her mind. He rubbed her, his deft fingers soaping her then washing her off. By the time he’d towel-dried her in the most careful, sweet way, her body already throbbed with awareness again. Her sex still ached a bit from the passionate encounter with his cock, but nothing she couldn’t handle.

“What are you doing?” she asked when she saw him dim the ambiance and light some candles around the room.

He grinned, and shivers traveled down her stomach. “I’m setting the mood.”

“I’m afraid to ask.”

His gorgeous naked body implored for her touch. Or maybe her fingers implored to touch him, she wasn’t sure. Her clit pulsed again, and she touched the towel wrapped over her. “Tonight, my love, I’m feasting on your tight, pert, beautiful ass.”

Tension wrapped her body. She hadn’t brought the subject up ever since their first weekend together. They had done every position and naughty activity in the book, but no anal yet. She pushed an invisible circle of sand down her throat.

She’d always found anal sex the most dominating way a man could take a woman. From what she’d seen in dirty movies, it could be fun with the right partner. She chewed on her lower lip, part excited part fearful.

“Trust me, Kate.”

“I do.” In spite of their age difference, he listened to her suggestions and ideas. He would never hurt her intentionally. She hugged him, and soon her towel pooled at her feet. The friction of her body against his without the water from earlier caused a state of so much arousal she almost fainted. The hair dusting his legs rubbed against her flesh, and his cock showed pretty impressive signs of alertness against her belly. He squeezed her ass, circling the buttocks, and she moaned. She trusted him with everything she had and wouldn’t stop now. God, she loved this man and everything he represented.

He picked her up and took her to his bed. She rejoiced in being in his arms, and when he eased her down on the mattress, she lifted her head and he captured her mouth into a dreamy, heart-warming kiss. “These two days were hell, Kate. I miss eating your pussy. I can’t go a whole day without fucking you.”

Agony—the best way to describe the last two days without him. She should have used them as an opportunity to wean herself off of him when the situation came and she left for Europe, but her body disagreed.

He kissed his way down, leaving trails of goose bumps wherever his lips touched. She rocked herself into his mouth, her limbs fidgety, her nipples painfully taut. “It doesn’t matter how many times I fuck you, your pussy is still so tight it’s like I’m popping your cherry all over again.”

Only now he’s about to eat my cherry.“Baby . . .” she breathed when his head disappeared between her thighs. He nipped her thigh, and she sucked in a sharp breath. With his hand, he lifted her butt so he could really feast on her slick sex. “Yes.”

He licked her clit with the tip of his tongue. A thrill surged through her, causing her to clench the sheets in her hands. She tried to keep it together as he worked her swollen bundle and his tongue teased her folds. Moaning, she couldn’t help but arch herself into his mouth, wanting to give him all she could until she had nothing left to give. He took her, sucking her deep until a tremor started in her core and surged up her body, leaving her breathless and shaky.

She watched him leave her, grab a device in the drawer and return to her. She blinked—a dildo? She analyzed the device he placed on the bed, next to him. The color could pass for a blue or green, and Graham was bigger and thicker in size. Yet the vibrator seemed like it could take the edge off if needed.

“Get on your hands and knees for me, baby,” he said only a couple of seconds later.

She somehow gathered strength within her to follow his command, her legs still wobbly after the orgasm. He nudged her butt cheeks apart and she stiffened her back involuntarily.

“Easy . . . give me this sweet ass and I promise I’ll take good care of it,” he said, massaging her buttocks. She let out a sigh, her body relaxing a tad. He leaned over her and kissed her back, setting a number of shivers down her spine. His tongue traced over her flesh, sliding down until he got to her butt.

She moaned when he nipped her skin, and his hand glided down her front, his fingers brushing over her sex. He grabbed the dildo and pressed the tip against her entrance.

She squirmed. “Graham.”

“Trust me, baby.”

He thrust the dildo inside her, not finding much resistance. The compact size certainly differed from Graham’s. Whenever he plunged into her, a sensation of completion filled her just as every inch of him stretched her to the max to welcome him. Graham used the dildo’s rubbery texture and the smaller size to his advantage, and moved it inside her like he knew all her weak spots. Soon, she wriggled back and forth and moved her hips, undulating them in some sort of sensual primeval mating dance. “You like that.”

She glanced at him over her shoulder. “I prefer you, but—”

“Oh, don’t worry, greedy girl. You’re getting me,” he said with a spark in his eyes setting a tingle to her core.

The passion in his eyes caressed her in such an intimate way she quivered. She moved her head to face the pillows again, worried if she looked intently at him she’d come too fast.

He slid his finger between her cheeks with one hand while the other intensified the rhythm of the dildo. If she should experience discomfort, she didn’t this time. The waves of pleasure threatening to explode inside her kept her too busy.

He put some lube inside her, which helped even more. The warm liquid made it easier for him to play with her hole and get her ready for what was to come. Meanwhile at her front, the dildo vibrated against her walls, and she could feel another coat of her cream glazing the device.

Graham placed his cock at the opening of her anus, but as he entered her she didn’t feel the pain she’d expected. Discomfort? Yes. But he worked her pussy so blatantly, leaving her so ready for her third orgasm that she couldn’t process anything else but pleasure.

“Fuck, baby, you’re so tight,” he said, his voice strained. “I love your hole like I love everything about you, Kate.”

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