my thighs as he teases them open.
The blush hits my cheeks just as his dark, hungry gaze falls on my lady bits and I hold my breath, resisting the urge to snap my legs closed again.
No one has ever seen me like this before.
“Fuck, babydoll, you’re so beautiful all over, so pink and perfect and soft,” he murmurs, his face hovering on my mound and making me shiver. “I can’t wait to get my cock inside this pretty little virgin pussy of yours, but first, I need a taste.”
My heart jumps in my throat, but I don’t have time to feel awkward or to consider what’s about to happen too closely because that’s when he dives tongue-first into my core.
“Goddammit, you’re soaking, Kenna, so sweet, so delicious,” he growls against my clit, sensations like I’ve never known existed sparking up and down my nerve endings with every stroke of his tongue and the dull sting of his beard against the most tender part of me.
He covers my clit with his mouth and starts to suckle me there and my core starts to contract on itself until I’m pretty sure I’m going to faint.
I feel his hands snake between us and roam up my stomach and to my breasts, he cups them firmly in his large, rough palms and then pushes them together, his thumbs plucking and stroking my nipples until I’m moaning so loud I have to bite on the pillow before someone starts to bang on our door.
“Fuck, you taste so good, so fucking sweet,” he grunts on my wetness, the vibrations of his voice making me go into another mini-climax as I arch into his mouth, desperate to get closer.
My body starts to buck away from his attentions, the pleasure already too much for me, but he’s not done and he tells me as much before he firmly grips my hips and pushes me against the mattress, holding me in place for his assault.
“It’s too much, Wyatt!” I beg.
I feel him shake his head against my belly. “It’s not enough, baby. Just lie back and take it. I’ve got to ready you: I don’t want to hurt you too much when I claim your cherry…”
Oh God, the things he says…
I feel him slide his tongue lower until he’s moving it past my entrance and I just shatter in a million pieces.
A whimper leaves my throat.
“Wyatt, I need you inside of me, not your tongue… you!” I explain breathlessly.
He looks up at me, his bearded chin resting on my clit and teasing the hell out of me as he speaks. “I know you do, babydoll. I need that just as much, but first, you’re going to come all over my face at least another time and then before you even come down from your high, I’m going to take this pussy and your cherry with my cock and you’re going to belong to me, Kenna, belong to me forever.”
“Oh, God, yes… yes…, please, Wyatt: that’s what I want!” I say in a rush, my head falling back on the pillow as he renews his hungry attack on my pussy with his lips, tongue, and teeth, not stopping until I give him what he wants, and just like he said I would, I come all over his face.
I’m a mass of need and aftershock when he pulls back from me and climbs up my body again, his hands pushing his open jeans out of the way and then doing the same with his black boxers until he’s fully naked.
My eyes devour every inch of him, he’s so large and strong and cut, I could spend a week just kissing him all over and never grow tired of it.
My core starts to pulse just at the sight of him and then my eyes drop to where I haven’t been brave enough to look up until now and they widen.
His cock is glossy with pre-cum, long and smooth and veined, huge and stocky and up to par with his gigantic self, the blunt head slightly bigger than the rest; there’s no way it’s going to fit in any place in my body, I doubt I could even give him a proper handjob, he’s so large.
Wyatt chuckles. “It’s not as big as you are imagining,” he says, reading the thoughts in my fixed gaze.
I roll my eyes at him. “Yeah, right…”
He stares me down, his eyes dark and determined.
“It’s gonna sting a bit, baby, I’m not saying it won’t, but you will