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Zeke
More. Mine.
They’re the only words running through my head as I suck that sensitive little button at the top of Casey’s slit into my mouth. Her hips fly forward, almost bucking me off her, but I hold my ground. And I do it again. She moans, and her fingers weave into my hair, pulling my face closer.
When guys on the work site would talk about how wet they got their women while they fucked them, I always just nodded and smirked along with them, because I had no idea what they were talking about. I was homeschooled by my mom and some of the other women in our compound, so there wasn’t exactly a whole lot in the way of sex education.
But I’m smart and a quick study, so I plan to make up for my lack of knowledge right fucking now. “Casey.”
She moans a little more as I whisper her name against her sensitive flesh.
“What’s this called?” I flick my tongue over the gently throbbing little nub, and her legs begin to shake. No, quiver.
“What?” She looks down at me, lust and confusion crowding her eyes.
I back away a little, push up my glasses and return my finger to circling that spot that produces the most amazing sounds from my Spitfire. “This. What do you call it?”
“My clit?”
I look back at it. Clit. Just that short little word makes my dick jump in my pants. “I know this is your pussy.” I let my fingers drift down, pushing my middle one into her tight hole. “This is where I’ll plant my babies.” My other hand comes to her soft belly, pushing her shirt out of the way. “You’ll look so beautiful round with them.”
Sticky cum wells up to the tip of my dick, making a mess inside my pants.
“Oh god, Zeke, you can’t talk like that. We just met. I’m guessing based off the fact you don’t know what a clit is, you’re a virgin. So am I. Babies are far down the road.” Her fingers are still in my hair, but instead of gripping the strands, she’s now stroking it back, soothing me.
“I don’t know what I’m doing with any of this. I press my forehead against her belly, not able to look at her as I confess all the ways I’m lacking. But even as the mood shifts to something more emotional and less animalistic, I still toy with her clit and pussy. Exploring and seeing what makes her gasp and what makes her moan, refusing to take my fingers away.
She pulls on my hair, forcing me to tip my face back and lock gazes with her once again. “Hey, I don’t know what I’m doing either. We’ll figure it out together.” Casey’s soft hand strokes down my face, her thumb gliding across my bottom lip. “Do you want to stop?”
I practically growl at just the suggestion. Something about this girl trips a switch in my brain. Never in my life have I acted the way I did tonight. I’ve always been soft-spoken. Kept to myself as much as possible. Growing up it was best to fade into the background rather than incur the wrath of my stepfather. But just seeing Casey made an unknown part of me come to the front. I threatened a man. Threw her over my shoulder and dragged her off against her will. Crowded her against a wall. I never knew that part of me existed. But Casey brings out the primitive man in me. “Do you want me to stop?”
Her lips part and she sucks in a shallow breath as I add a second finger to the first and fuck her pussy a little faster with them. “Don’t stop. Please.”
“Eyes on me. I need to see them when I make you come undone.”
Quickly she snaps her brown eyes back to mine, and I make sure to keep our eyes locked together as I bring my mouth back to the wet, warm place I want to spend the rest of my days loving.
I play with my technique, sucking on her clit, flicking it with my tongue, circling it. With each new sensation, a corresponding reaction spills from her. Moaning, biting her lip, whimpering and writhing to get closer. Inside, her walls clamp down around my fingers. It’s a tight fit, but as much as I can, I circle my fingers, trying to touch as much of her as I can. I brush against something, a patch of flesh that feels slightly different than the rest of her, and that slight sweep of my fingers against her sends her hips flying off the wall and her eyes widening.
“Holy shit, there. Oh God there, Zeke. That is my G-spot.” I have no fucking clue what that means, but she obviously likes it, so I continue to explore that inner spot again and again. I increase the pressure as I go and her noises get louder, her body more restless. Sensing the end approaching, I suck her clit into my mouth while I press down hard on the spot.
I’m not sure what I expected from the first orgasm I ever see, ever give, but whatever preconceived notions I had about this moment, they pale in comparison to the reality of Casey coming on my fingers. I thought women were supposed to be quiet. Taking whatever a man gives her. But that’s not what Casey does, and I’m fucking grateful for that fact. She rides my face and hand, humping them harder as her orgasm increases in intensity. Her juices run down my hand and forearm, and I want to lick them all up. But the best thing of all is her face. She screams, her mouth gaping and her eyes still firmly planted on me, just like I told her. But they go in and out of focus as the pleasure ebbs and flows. Her pale cheeks light up a bright pink that bleeds down her neck and chest.
As the noises and writhing of her body begin to calm, I stand back to my feet and catch her just in time, before her legs give out completely. “You liked that.”
“What was your first clue?” Even spent from the power of the orgasm I just gave her, my Spitfire still finds the energy to give me hell, and it makes my grin widen. Life with her will be fun.
Gently, I scoop her up into my arms,she’s so exhausted she doesn’t even protest. Crossing the office, I lay her on the worn leather couch against the wall and cover her with a throw blanket draped over the back.
“Give me five minutes, and I’ll return the favor, I swear.” Even as she says the words, her eyes are drooping shut.
As I press a small kiss against her forehead, I realize I kissed her pussy before I kissed her lips. Somehow that seems appropriate for the level of my desire for her. But I’ll make sure to rectify that just as soon as we make our way home.
After the club closes.
Casey drifts off to sleep while I stroke her hair. I give myself exactly one minute to watch her face relaxing and going soft, my heart melting right along with every muscle in her body. Then I stand and pull the office door closed behind me. No way am I letting her waitress, tonight or any other night. But if we are short staffed, somebody has to do it. That somebody is going to have to be me.
