Dirty Playboy - Alex Wolf Page 0,39
make me so fucking happy.”
On a labored breath, she pants out, “Same.”
I circle her clit with my thumb, and her eyes vault open. She lets out a little squeak and covers her mouth.
“Oh my G…” She stops herself before finishing the exclamation.
“Nobody has ever touched you here before?” I swirl her clit a little harder, and her hips lift a little off my bed.
She shakes her head, unable to find any words.
“That’s a fucking shame.”
I slide down her, bypassing her tits, with only one thing on my mind. Burying my face between her legs. Once I’ve worked my way down, I pull her panties to the side and stare at her tight, pink pussy, glistening in the moonlight filtering through my window.
It’s fucking perfect. She’s perfect.
Mary looks up at me, and I see the apprehension on her face. It’s clear as day what’s happening; she’s never had a man go down on her before. I can feel the nerves in her body. Every muscle tightens at once, and her thighs squeeze together around my hand.
I force her legs apart, and her eyes widen, then roll back in her head a little.
As I start to dip down, her hands find my hair and her nails drag against my scalp. She stops me, holding me back from tasting her, and my eyes dart up to hers.
“I-I’m not sure.”
“Do you trust me?”
She nods lightly.
“Give me two seconds. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”
She nods again.
I take my time, licking around her thighs, just to see how she reacts. She twists and turns, squirming a little, but doesn’t tell me to stop.
The second my mouth makes contact with her clit, all the air sucks out of her lungs. Her hips arch up off the bed, pressing her harder against my lips.
“Rick.” She groans a little when I suckle her clit a little harder, then she nods. “Don’t stop that.”
I smile against her pussy. That’s all I needed to hear. She has no idea what she’s about to experience.
I start slow, working lazy circles around her clit, lapping at her with the tip of my tongue.
She groans, loud. Then through several pants, says, “Oh God. Please, don’t stop.”
I love how vocal she is. How comfortable I must make her feel, to give me verbal feedback. My cock aches so fucking hard at the neediness in her voice, and at how sweet her pussy tastes on my tongue.
I want to rip my pants off and fuck her so hard she can’t walk tomorrow, but I refrain. I want her to know I can get her off; make her feel something she’s never felt before. I want her to know my focus is completely on her, and I’ll worship her every day for the rest of our lives.
Right when she’s on the edge of an orgasm, as I speed my tongue up around her clit, I stop and bring her back down. I lean up slightly and say, “Has a man ever made you come before?”
She shakes her head back and forth vigorously, unable to find words. She props herself up on her elbows a little, so she can look down at me.
The second she does, my eyes narrow on her. “Good. I’ll be the first.” I slide a finger in, hooking it to swirl the spot deep inside her.
“Oh my…” she squeaks out the last word. Her eyes roll back into her head, then fall back to mine.
“And the last.”
Her entire body goes rigid and she squeezes so hard around my finger I think it might cut off my circulation. Everything is so natural with her. I anticipate everything she needs, like she’s an instrument I’ve already mastered.
Slowly, I pump my finger in and out of her and she’s so tight and wet I can’t even think about what she’d feel like around my dick. I would die the greatest death of all time.
Soon, she’s relaxed enough I add another finger and push into her with slow, deliberate strokes. I lean back down and slide my tongue as slow as possible across her clit.
Goosebumps break out along the insides of her thighs. She’s so close; I can feel it building in her, all the tension, coiling like a spring. I can’t wait to feel her get off all over my mouth. Push her over the horizon, past all her limits, farther than she’s ever been before.
The more I lick and finger her pussy, bite at her tender skin, smell her arousal—the urge to fuck her