Page 44 of A Vicious Rumor

The corner of his mouth lifted. “Perfect.” His fingers tucked under my waistband and my skirt was pulled down and off my body, leaving me just in a pair of cotton boy shorts. “Fuck, you’re already so wet for me,” he moaned upon seeing me.

I propped myself up on my elbows, but he shook his head at me. “No, lay back. I want you as relaxed as possible for this.”

His fingers caressed the sides of my thighs, slowly, so slowly, just like before. I was worried that he was going to take just as long playing with me, but he didn’t. As his hands approached my panties, his tactics switched. His fingers dipped under the fabric, tugging at it, inching closer and closer to my pussy, which was so ready for him.

“Please, Tyson,” I begged him.

“Tell me what you want,” he hummed against my thigh, his mouth so close to me.

I blushed furiously. “Don’t make me say it,” I whispered.

“No way,” he said. “I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you say everything. I want to hear you say how much you want me and what it is you want me to do to you.”

I fisted my fingers into his sheets as his mouth pressed into my pussy, my panties getting in the way of everything. “I want you to lick me,” I finally blurted out.

“I’m going to fucking ravish this pussy,” he said, tugging my panties off. His strong hands spread my thighs wide as his mouth moved in, tasting my center. His moans crashed against my moans. It felt beyond good to have his tongue moving against me. It wasn’t anything I’d experienced before, but I knew it was something I was going to crave for the rest of my life.

His tongue rimmed my entrance, and I gasped before he moved to place one fingers inside of me. I’d never been with a boy before. I hadn’t even done this to myself yet, so I didn’t know what to expect. Whatever it was, it wasn’t this. At first the sensation was odd, but then as he started to keep a steady rhythm, everything started to change. It started to feel good, like really good.

My back lifted off the bed, and I covered my eyes with my hands. I was moaning his name, begging him not to stop, until finally, a pleasure I’d never felt before crashed through me. My mouth dropped open at the sensation, and for a moment, I felt like I wasn’t even conscious.

I opened my eyes, and Tyson was staring back at me. “Was that your first orgasm?” he asked me, his face kind but genuinely curious.

I nodded my head. “Yes, I think so.”

“You never masturbated?” he asked.

I shook my head. “I never thought to.”

“You sure you want to continue?” he asked. His face looked strained.

I nodded. “Yes,” I said, sitting up. I tugged at his pants, and he helped me pull them off. “Help me learn,” I said looking up at him.

His fingers cupped the bottom of my chin. “Beautiful girl,” he said before kicking his jeans off. He pulled me forward with his grip on my chin as his other hand gripped his cock, stroking it back and forth. “See what I’m doing?” he asked me. I nodded. “Do that,” he said, reaching down and placing my hand on top of his.

For a few strokes he kept his hand there, letting me learn his movements, before he let go and dropped his head back. “Fuck, Lily,” he cursed. “Suck on it,” he said.

My eyes widened, and I blushed. I’d never done this before, but I wanted to do it for Tyson. I wanted to make him feel good like he’d made me feel good. I moved my mouth forward, my tongue darting out. He didn’t have a taste, per se, but as I took him further into my mouth, he felt burning hot. I started to replace the movement of my hands with the movement of my mouth, moving my tongue against him. I didn’t know if what I was doing was right, but he was groaning my name, so I figured it must have been.

Finally, he ran his fingers through my hair, pulling me off of his cock. I looked up at him with worry. “Did I do something wrong?” I asked.

“Fuck no,” he said. “You did everything so right.” He reached behind him for his jeans, pulling out his wallet and grabbing a condom stashed inside. I watched him rip it open and roll it onto himself.

I leaned back on my elbows and spread my legs, reaching down to spread my lips wide for him.

“Fuck,” he said, stroking himself a few more times before he moved on top of me, pushing his cock deep inside of me. He was slow at first, just like how he’d started, letting me adjust to the feeling of him inside of me.

“You okay?” he asked.

I nodded. “Yeah.”

“I’m going to move now,” he said.

“Okay,” I replied before gasping as he started to rock his hips. The orgasm I’d had before had made me extremely wet, and he slid in and out of me with ease. I let my head fall back, closing my eyes and just feeling the connection between him and me.

“This is perfect,” he whispered. “You’re perfect.”

I smiled and looked up at him. His eyes were locked on mine, but I couldn’t hold his gaze for long. Tyson was so intense, and I was quickly losing myself in his movements.

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