against my palm, and I groan.
No bra. Bad girl.
My fingers tease over the aching little bud, and she sighs in pleasure. Her legs tighten around me, and I kiss her deeply and I rub her nipple until she’s trembling for me. Her hips rock against me again, harder this time, and I know damn well she can feel how fucking hard my fat cock is for her.
She’s still gripping my t-shirt like she wants to rip it off, so I reach down, grab the hem, and yank it up and over my head. I pull away just enough to whip it off before I crush my lips back to hers. She whimpers as her hands land on my bare chest, and her nails rake over my skin as she coos softly. I tug at one of the straps of her sundress and pull it down and off a shoulder. She moans as my hand skims down her bare shoulder.
I tug the strap lower, my pulse racing as half of the top of her sundress begins to peel down over the swell of her breast. Lower and lower it goes until with a soft moan from her lips, it slips over the nipple I’ve been teasing. I glance down, and groan lustily at her little pink dusky nipple, and my hand instantly moves to cup her again. My fingers tease the little bud again, and she cries out as her hips rock into me harder.
And I want more. I want to show her more.
My tongue swirls with hers, and I devour her moans whole as the hand on her ass begins to slide over her hip. It moves down and down, tracing the line of her panties under the dress, until I’m almost pushing it down between us. I grunt and pull her sundress up high, and when my hand lands on bare upper thigh, Delilah gasps and pulls back.
Her eyes are blazing with fire as they lock on mine, and I pause.
“You wanna stop, just—”
“I don’t want to stop,” she breathes.
“Then spread your legs,” I growl thickly, my eyes burning into hers. “Spread those pretty thighs and let me show you what sin really feels like.”
And she does. She grabs my face and kisses me like she’s been lost in the desert for forty fucking years, and my kiss is the first water she’s found. I growl into her mouth as her legs open for me, and my hand slides up to my prize. My knuckles drag over her soft cotton panties, and I hiss at how fucking wet they are, and I do mean fucking wet—soaked, really.
I rub my knuckles over her, and she whimpers so softly. My thick fingertip traces the edge of the panties, right where her thigh meets the plump lips of her pussy that I can just about feel through the slick cotton molding to them. I push the finger under, and then I keep going. She moans, trembling like she’s already close to coming for me just from my touch. My finger slides under and traces over her soft, slick, velvety pussy lips, and my cock lurches against her thigh through my jeans.
I grunt, and I yank her panties to the side. Delilah gasps, but when my finger slides up and down her lips, she coos softly.
“Oh God.”
She doesn’t know it yet, but Preacher Gabriel is about to bring her closer to the Almighty than she’s ever been before. I drag my finger higher, and when I roll it over her clit, and she cries out.
“Oh my God!” she gasps before she slams her lips to mine and shoves her tongue into my mouth. I growl and devour her lips, and my thumb begins to roll in circles over her clit. I slide a finger down between her lips, and when I find her slick, wet opening, I start to curl it inside. She clings to me, panting and moaning and trembling as I slide my finger deep inside, and my thumb begins to rub her clit back and forth.
Her nails drag down my chest, her tongue dances with mine, and she moans like no woman I’ve ever once heard. Her dewy, eager little pussy floods my fingers with her arousal, and I pump my finger in and out and roll my thumb over her clit. I push her higher, deliberately taking my damn time. I know she’s never done this. It’s beyond obvious that this girl is a virgin in every fucking conceivable