Page 328 of S is for SEX

“This,” I slid my finger in up to the knuckle again and pulled it out.

“Little,” I breathed into her ear as I pressed my finger inside of her again.

She raised and lowered herself on her toes nervously as she moaned. Slowly, I pulled my finger out of her soaking wet pussy.

“Pussy,” I bit her earlobe and slowly slid my finger to her clit and began to circle it with the tip of my finger.

I could feel my cock pressing against the material of my shorts. Teasing her was torturing me just as much if not more. I wanted her to want me, and to do so in a way she had never desired another man. I slid my finger from her clit to inside her pussy again, and drug my teeth along her upper jaw right below her ear. As I slid my finger inside of her again, I moved my teeth up and down her upper jaw.

“Oh my God. Holy…” she groaned as she rocked back and forth on her feet.

I tilted my head upward and opened my mouth, “Is.”

I pulled my finger out and immediately pushed it back in as deep as I could. Carefully, I curled the tip of it back and forth inside of her wet pussy. My hand was completely soaked with her wetness. I slid my teeth up her jaw to the bottom of her ear and made a light growling sound as I did. I opened my mouth and encompassed her entire ear, clenching the lobe in my teeth lightly.

“Mine,” I growled, “this little pussy is mine.”

“Holy fuck, Ripp. I can’t…” she repeatedly bent and straightened her knees.

“Grab my cock,” I breathed into her ear.

Immediately, her hand reached for the outside of my shorts and squeezed my cock. As she stroked up and down the length of my cock through my shorts, I released the back of her head from my grasp. She watched as I raised my left hand to my mouth and smiled. As I inserted each individual finger past my lips and licked them, she stood, mouth agape, and smiled.

“I like the way you taste,” I grinned.

“Oh God,” she moaned as she bent her knees again.

“You gotta pee, babe?” I asked.

“No, my legs are shaky,” she whispered.

“Get on your knees, Vee,” I looked down and whispered.

She lowered herself to the floor immediately as I unbuttoned my shorts and unzipped them. As my shorts fell to the floor, I pulled on my boxers and began to work them down my thighs.

“Oh my fucking God. We may have a problem,” she gasped.

“You’re uhhm. You’re huge,” she said as she reached for my cock.

She hesitated, holding her shaking hand in front of the head.

“Put it in your mouth, Vee,” I said as I kicked my shorts and boxers to the side.

“Are you going to take your shoes off?” she asked.

“No, and neither are you,” I responded.

She grasped my cock in her hand, looked up and smiled. After a little admiration, she began to lick the pre-cum from the tip, flicking her tongue against my Prince Albert. Generally speaking, I have reasonable control over my cock. At this point in time, I had none. As I watched her lick the tip, I wondered how long I’d actually last.

“Does it hurt? When I stroke it or lick it? You know, the piercings?” she looked up and asked.

“Did I say snowstorm?” I chuckled.

She rolled her eyes and slid her lips over the tip as she stroked the shaft. In tandem motion, she began to stroke and suck my cock. As she did, she closed her eyes and moaned. The feeling of her moaning while she sucked on my cock combined with the excitement of this becoming what it had become between us was much more than I was prepared to take emotionally.

“Stand up and take off your shorts and panties,” I demanded in a low tone.

She spit out my cock, and as if her legs were on springs, she bounced to her feet and began to fumble with her shorts. As soon as her fingers found the button, she dropped them to the floor and kicked them off. As she pulled her panties down, it was apparent just how small she really was. Clothes don’t make much difference on most people, but on her, they added considerable size, or the appearance of it. Frantically, she worked her panties down her legs.

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