Page 35 of Taste Of You

“It makes no sense, but feels so right,” she whispers back, and my control snaps at her words. I’m not alone in my feelings. This is real. We are real.

My lips descend on hers, parting her lips with my tongue and devouring her sweetness. She’s soft and compliant, hungry with a hint of timid that’s pushing me to take it all. To mark what is mine and cement the start of our lives together.

My speeches, the way I played this very scenario in my head is moot. Gone.

We are a tangled mass of limbs, of moans and building desire.

Her tongue yields to mine, caressing with each flick. Each swipe of hers sends an electrical shock to my cock, and I throb. Feel the beads of pre-come as they slip from my slit and onto my underwear.

“Oh God,” she moans, hips lifting against my own as I deepen the kiss. “Feels so good. Been dreaming of you like this. Above me.”

“Tell me,” I demand, nipping her bottom lip before soothing the sting with my tongue. A harsh shiver rushes down her spine, and I feel her wetness seep through and caress my cock. “I’ll make everything you desire a reality, baby. Just tell me.”

“Don’t stop,” it leaves her on a whimper as my cock presses, shifts against her heat and I grunt, flexing harder.

Fuck, I need her. All of her. However, this is her first time and I hold onto that thought for as long as I can.

“I’m not going to rush us. This,” I say, trailing nibbles down her throat. I’m lavishing her with my marks. Stamp of ownership. “I’m going to love you, then fuck you until you can’t so much as breathe without feeling me. I’ll make you desire everything I do, and even the filthy thoughts you deny me.”

“Make me yours. I need to be yours.”

“Sweeter words have never been spoken.” Without taking my lips from her neck, I grab the end of her tank top and rip a tear up the middle. She gasps, but doesn’t ask me to stop; instead, her moans egg me to finish ruining the godforsaken fabric standing between her skin meeting mine.

“Jet.” It’s a sweet cry of my name as my lips wrap around a perfect rosy nipple.

“You’re mine.” It’s not a question. Not anymore. Maybe when she first began working for me, I could’ve let her slip through my fingers, but not now.

Not after having tasted her sweet cunt that day in my office.

Not after having her writhing beneath me.

Not after saying she loves me.

“I am,” she whines, arching her back, offering more of herself to me.

Another tear filters the quiet room, and I toss the tatters of her ruined tank somewhere behind me. I cup a breast in each hand and weigh them, squeeze the firm flesh while taking turns nipping each hard tip.

My bites border on painful, just a small bit, but if the way she mewls below me is any indication, then my Millie loves it. Will enjoy a bit of pain as I give her my cock.

Lower, I traverse her body with my fingertips until I reach her mound. I skim a finger down her lips and over the wet patch of cotton that keeps her from me, rubbing her there softly.

“I don’t have a condom on me.”

She tenses but doesn’t stop me from leaving a hickey over her heart. “I’m not on the pill, Jet. Never had a reason, even though I’m technically not a virgin.” There is a long pause; she’s waiting on the reaction she will never receive. Yesterday, I made a silent promise to never jump to conclusions. To always hear her out. “You aren’t mad?” Millie is genuinely perplexed by this, and I shake my head in the negative. “Why?”

I flick her right nipple before pulling back, yet my hand stays protectively cupping her. “Because I’ve learned my lesson when it comes to you. You’ll explain, and I know it wasn’t because you had a dick between your thighs. No, baby. This pussy is innocent and pure.”

Camille nods, a shy smile playing across her lips. “Gymnastic accident. Embarrassing as all get out, and there’s a video out there on YouTube my sister uploaded when it happened. I’ll show you—”

“My sweet cherry was injured?”

“Yes.”

“Then I need to kiss it better.” Making my way down her body, I kiss every inch of her until I reach her mound. Her thighs part further to make room for my broad shoulders. Then, I am face to pussy. In heaven. “Do you want that? My kisses right here?”

“Please.”

“Good girl.” And then, just like her shirt, I tear the fabric. Leave her bare for me. “Motherfucking beautiful.”

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