Fake Boyfriend - Miley Maine Page 0,21

shirt “No bra. I like that too.” She moaned as I tweaked her nipple with my fingers.

She rolled her hips, rubbing against my thigh. I lifted her and scooted her forward, until her feet were mostly off the ground, and her body was flush with mine, and I could savor the friction of her hips against my cock.

I went back to kissing her, while still kneading and squeezing her breasts. “I need to taste you,” I said. I shoved her shirt up and got my mouth on her nipple. I licked and sucked, while she moaned. “Shhh,” I said. “I think we’re alone. But I don’t want anyone coming to check on us.” I bit down, gently on her breast while she writhed against me. “I don’t want to have to chase anyone off while I’m fucking you.”

“Jackson!” she cried out

I sat her back down on the ground, steadying her as she swayed. “I need to get my mouth on your pussy.” I knelt in front of her and tugged her pants down and laid them aside. I pressed my face to the front of her silky panties and inhaled. “You smell like honey.”

Her hands came to rest in my hair, but she didn’t tug or pull.

“You can hold on,” I said.

Her fingers tightened in my hair, while I inched her panties down. Once they were off, I rolled them up and stuck them in my pocket. “Step apart,” I said. She did, and now I had my face right in front of her virgin pussy.

“A man’s never touched you here before?” She was almost bare, with very little hair, and I skimmed my finger over her smooth flesh. “But you wax.”

She shivered. “No,” she whispered. “Everyone I know waxes. It’s neater.”

“I’ve heard you’ll feel more when I do this,” I said. I parted her folds to expose her most private place, and I lowered my mouth to lick her clit.

She groaned as her fingers curled in my hair. “Oh God. I don’t know if I can stand up while you do that.”

I stood up and moved a few feet away, checking the ground. Then I picked her up and moved her until she stood with her back to a tree. “There. Now you can stand. I want your pussy like this before I lay you down.”

She groaned again and let her head fall back against the bark of the tree. I got back on my knees, and got my face back in her pussy. I licked a long stripe over her folds, stopping to flick my tongue over her clit.

Her thighs tensed while she rocked her hips forward. I gripped her delicate hips and pushed them back against the tree. “I want you to stay still for me. Okay?” I felt the movement, but she didn’t answer. “I need you to answer me when I can’t see you.”

“Yes Jackson,” she said.

“What are you going to do?” I asked.

“Stay still.”

“Good.” I rubbed my finger over the outside of her pussy. She was wet enough all ready for me to fuck, but I was in no rush to go too fast with a virgin. “You’re dripping wet.”

“Yeah,” she said. “I am.”

“Good.” I pushed my finger into her pussy. She was so snug, I wasn’t sure how a second finger would fit, much less my cock. “You’re tight,” I said. “But I’m going to work you open.”

“Please,” she moaned. “I’m ready.”

I thrust my finger in and out of her body, while circling her clit with my tongue. Then I switched it up, sucking on her clit, while I curled my finger against her sweet spot.

“I think I’m close,” she breathed.

I backed off. “Don’t come yet. I’m going to add a second finger, then I’m going to get you lying down in the tent.”

Her entire body trembled. “I don’t know if I can wait.”

I brushed my thumb over her hip bone. “You’ll wait.”

“Or what?” she said.

“So full of sass. I like that too,” I said. “You’ll wait, or you won’t get my cock.”

“I’m trying,” she insisted.

“Try harder.” I carefully added a second finger, pushing in slowly. “So tight. But that’s good; you’re letting me in.”

She exhaled, and I began to thrust both of my fingers in and out. Her pussy grew slicker. “You’re doing so good, letting me fuck you with my fingers.”

Loren moaned, loudly, and her knees bent. “Can’t stand up.”

I caught her in my arms and lifted her up. I bent down to grab her pants and draped them over her,