Page 50 of Mine To Keep (Southern Wedding)

“How long?” she asks, and then moans when my other hand plays with her clit. “How long until you can tie me to your bed and fuck all the sass out of me?”

“You want that?” I ask as her pussy gets even tighter and so wet that my fingers drip. “You want yourself spread for me?” She doesn’t answer; she just nods. “Fuck you with my fingers until you beg me to fuck you. Lick your sweet pussy until you are delirious and then fuck you until you cry.” My hands move as fast as her hips. “Is that what you want?”

“I want you,” she declares, her legs shaking, “and everything you can give me. I’m going to—” I know, I can feel it. “I’ve never—” she starts again as I move as fast as I can without hurting her. “It’s too much.”

“Come for me,” I urge her, staring into her eyes as her mouth opens to say something and nothing comes out. “I want all your firsts,” I tell her, and her head drops back. “I’m taking all your firsts. This pussy is mine.”

“Yes.” She tries to close her legs, but it’s too much for her, so she opens them back up again.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” I tell her as she clamps down on my fingers.

“Oh my God,” she blurts once I curl my fingers into her G-spot. “I’m—”

I swallow her moans, as she comes over my fingers, clamping them over and over again as she rides the wave. Her pussy drips from my fingers onto my legs. “That’s a good girl,” I praise her when she lets go of my mouth, her feet falling from the couch. “I want to make you come again,” I tell her and see her eyes go big. “But first—” My fingers slip out of her, and I bring them to my mouth. As she looks me in the eyes, I clean my fingers. “You are going to wrap those lips around my cock.” She hustles to get off me, her hands frenzied to get to my cock, the both of us helping work to get my jeans off. She doesn’t waste any time when they are at my hips, she pulls my boxers down, and my cock springs out.

Her eyes go big. “That’s bigger than I thought.” I can’t help but laugh at her, but the laughter stops when she wraps her hand around the base of my cock. “I can’t even close my fingers around it.” She gets on her knees and then leans over, licking the pre-cum. “Hmm,” she hums, “I’ve never done this before.” She looks at me. “But I’ve watched how.”

“Is that so?” I ask her as she nods her head and leans her head down, her hair falling around her face, hiding everything. I don’t even see my cock enter her mouth; I only feel it. “Fuck,” I hiss, closing my eyes. “Grace.” I move her hair so I can see her swallow my cock until she gags on it. “Easy, baby,” I caution, and she looks up at me in all her innocence, and I don’t think I’m going to last with her hot mouth.

She licks up the shaft like she would a lollipop. “Is this okay?” she asks before she twirls her tongue around the head of my cock. “I need you to tell me if”—she sucks the head in—“I’m doing this wrong.”

“Trust me,” I assure her through gritted teeth, “nothing you are doing is wrong.” She smiles before she takes my cock into her mouth, each time her gag reflex getting better and better. I watch her work my cock, mesmerized. The way she tries to get me all into her mouth, the way she moves her hand up and down. “I don’t know how long I can last,” I tell her, knowing I’m going to blow any second. “I’m about to come.”

“Good,” she states before she swallows me back into her mouth. “This time, you come in my mouth,” she says, her fist getting tighter. “Next time, my tits.” Just the thought makes me get closer. “Then, eventually, inside me.” I can’t help but throw my head back and blow into her mouth.

twenty-three

Grace

I swallow everything he has to give me. I’ve never been more in control of something in my whole life. Knowing I’ve brought the big and powerful Caine to his knees makes me feel like a real woman. “Grace,” he calls my name as he finishes coming in my mouth. “Fuck, Grace.”

I look up at him, my body feeling like it’s never felt before. I take him as much as I can in my mouth before I gag, something I obviously need more practice at. I knew he had a big cock, but the minute his pants came off and his cock was free, it was like Christmas morning and getting that big gift on your list. I also almost blurted out, “This is a work of art.” He was big and thick and a bit scary to think of it all buried inside me, but the thought made me shiver.

“Was that okay?” I ask him once I let go of his cock. “Like, did I scrape your dick with my teeth?” He just stares at me. “We were talking once, and teeth are a huge issue.”

“Okay, one, who is we?” He holds up his finger.

“My cousins and me.” I roll my eyes. “Anyway, after that night I thought I would research.”

I shrug. “I didn’t think there were so many different ways to suck a dick.”

“Grace,” he says to me as he lifts his hips and covers his cock, and my vagina literally boos.

“Why are you covering yourself?” I ask. “Isn’t it sex time?”

“Are you insane?” he asks, and my eyebrows pinch together.

“We just had foreplay, so isn’t what comes next the main event?” I pull my bra up, covering my tits because I feel like I should cover myself also, except I just want to get more naked with him. I want us both to be naked.

“It’s the first date,” he states, shocked, “I’m not having sex with you on the first date.”

“Eww,” I reply, getting up. “You don’t put out on a first date?” I joke with him while my heart goes pitter-patter about him respecting me enough not to just bang me but also wanting him to bang my brains out. “Had I known this, I would not have agreed to date you at all.”

“Grace,” he mutters, rubbing his hands over his face, “you’re killing me right now.”

“Killing you enough that you might think this is date two and maybe have sex with me?” I tap my mouth with my finger. “Wait, at what date do you put out?”

“I have no idea.” He gets up, standing in front of me with his jeans hanging low on his hips, showing the abs you knew were there but are now more defined when he stands up, his arms bulging when he puts them on his hips. “I’ve never dated before, so I have no idea.”

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