with my own hand. I’ve never laid a finger on another woman. I never will.” I take her hand and shove it inside my jeans, making a guttural sound when she wraps her fist around my dick. “My cock exists for you alone. To give and receive pleasure from just Jessie. You made it hard for the first time and it’s never had an orgasm where I wasn’t picturing you or some part of you. Your tits, your mouth, your hips, your hands. That’s Jessie’s cock.”
While I’ve been talking, her breaths have grown shallow, her pupils dilated. “I want it inside me. Please. Hold me down and put it inside me.”
“Oh no, princess.” I take the hem of her red dress and tug it up, leaving it gathered around her waist. “I’ve been dreaming of getting my tongue in that cunt since before I knew why I wanted it there. Lie down and get licked.”
I’ve never seen her move so fast. Apparently she wasn’t lying when she claimed to like me dirty. Thank God she feels that way, because I’ve got over a decade worth of filth that’s been dying to get out. Fantasies I want to enact with her, if she’ll let me. Bad ones.
Real bad.
Jessie on her back is the stuff of fantasies. Her knees are raised, so I can see where her thighs turn into that sick, little ass, only partially covered by panties. Her fingers twist in the sheets, her tits heaving nervously. Wanting to calm her nerves and leave only lust behind, I part her legs slowly and kiss my way down her smooth inner thighs. When her airy, feminine scent hits my nose, I fight the urge to pounce and lick her ripe, virgin pussy until she comes and comes and comes again, but I command myself to use patience.
Finally, I reach the barrier of her panties and hook a finger in the material to tug them to one side—and there’s her rosy slit of dewy flesh, waiting just for me.
“I’ve memorized every surface of the house where you’ve sat down. I know every spot this pussy has landed. Cherished goddamn landmarks are what they are.” I lower my head and place a soft kiss on her mound. “I’ve rubbed my dick all over every one of them.”
“Ryan,” she gasps, her fingers riffling through my hair and clinging, unleashing the fiercest kind of lust and euphoria inside of me. “D-did you really do that?”
“That’s only the tip of the iceberg, princess,” I say hoarsely, finally dipping my tongue between her folds and tasting heaven. Sugar sweet heaven. “I’ve been a very bad man, but I’m going to eat this little peach so well, you’re not going to care. You’ll just beg for more of the bad man’s tongue.”
“I’m begging for it now,” she says on a winded exhale.
Before she’s finished speaking, I’ve ripped off her panties and shoved my face up against the altar where I’ll worship from now on. Christ, she’s wet and quivering and bare, so fresh I want to take a bite. Devour her so I alone can declare ownership. Mine. My Jessie. Mine.
I’m muttering those words as I rub my nose and chin and lips into the virgin trench of her pussy, allowing my tongue to come out and play. The taste of her combined with her whimper of my name turns my cock to steel and I hump the edge of the bed feverishly, like a dog in heat, my panting mouth busy at work uncovering her clit and laving it reverently.
Her legs find their way over my shoulders and I yank her butt up off the bed, toward my face, my chin and cheeks covered in her delicious wetness. This is paradise. The Promised Land. Jessie is whining and tugging me toward her pussy and I never want to be anywhere else. God, she’s a thing of majesty, her hips undulating to meet my licks, her honey-coated flesh trembling more with every swipe of my tongue. Knowing I have to prepare her for my cock, I put her back down on the bed and work my middle finger into her clenching hole, finding her even tighter than expected, and the discovery makes me fuck the bed so hard it starts to ram into the wall.
“Goddamn!” I roar, my mouth frantic, tracing down to her puckered asshole and nibbling on it, like a sweet, little cookie. “Can’t even get my tongue into this thing,” I rasp, pushing the tip