I gasp, my pussy flooding at the thought. I squeeze my thighs together.
I want to leap on him here, but it doesn’t feel right.
Mom could change her plans and come back here.
Natalie visits here too.
“I don’t think I can. Not yet.”
“Don’t worry.” He turns away slightly, as though restraining himself. “The night is long, my horny young virgin.”
I nod, his words surging through me.
Big beautiful ass.
I never imagined he’d like my build.
“What is it?” he growls.
“It’s… nothing.”
“Kelly, tell me.”
I let out a sigh. “What you said. About my body. It was… nice. Unexpected, I guess.”
“What?” He narrows his eyes at me. “Look at you. You were built for me to claim, every curvy inch of you. The way your gorgeous ass looked grinding against my cock was perfection. And your fucking tits…”
He slides his hand up my dress and palms them over the fabric. My bra grinds against my nipples and tingles start to dance around my breasts, spreading a buzzing sensation.
“You horny thing. Do you think you could cream that tight young pussy for me just from me rubbing your perfect tits?”
I bite my lip, trapping a moan that threatens to turn into a scream if I let it go.
I can’t believe how receptive my body is to him, sparking and buzzing, as though every point of contact is thrumming with electricity. I can’t believe how my nipples blaze like they could set my bra fire.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper.
“Is that a yes?” He rubs me harder, claiming me with each movement. “I don’t even need you to answer. Look at you, all sparked up and ready to catch on fire.”
“But if you…”
“Want to claim your hot slit?” he snarls.
“Yes,” I gasp.
“You better hurry up and cream like an obedient virgin before I go full fucking Animal again.”
It’s like his words are some sort of trigger for me, sending the certainty of what we’re going to do somewhere deep inside of me, sizzling against my womb, as the tingling in my breasts becomes so deafening I can’t focus on anything else.
I slump back against the couch and he moves with me, his fingers pinching softly through the fabric to pay special attention to my nipples. I vibrate against him, rubbing myself against his hardness, as though I really have become Sassy like he branded me.
I let out a moan and writhe for him, caught up in the feeling of being sexy, of being wanted, of being all the things I always dreamed he’d see me as.
“That’s it,” he growls. “Good fucking virgin. Come for me.”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I gasp when the wetness breaks in my pussy, like a big ball of pressure is being released and seeping hotly through me.
I squeeze my legs together, the feeling new and exciting as my pussy pulses and my nipples feel like they’re going to turn to ice. But they’re too hot for that, burning up so the pleasure melts through me in irrepressible waves.
I collapse against the couch once the orgasm has passed, reaching up and grabbing onto his muscular shoulders, feeling how solid he is against my hands.
“Fuck,” I whimper.
“Jesus Christ,” he growls, leaning down and pressing his lips against my cheek, and we press close, steamy and hot as he pushes against my stomach to mash our bodies together.
“Fuck.” He breaks away, stepping back. “We need to go. You’ve got a horny as fuck young virgin body. I can feel how badly you want it. But not as badly as I fucking need that soaked slit.”
“Okay,” I say, stepping away from him with effort. “But I should probably change my underwear first.”
His stark ice blues shimmer, a look of tension passing across his face. “I’ll wait out here. Otherwise, I’ll have to fuck your pussy, ready or not.”
I walk toward the door, my heartbeat pounding through me, as though trying to send me messages through the neediness of my body.
Take-him, my heartbeat sings. Fuck-him. Melt, melt, melt for your man.
But I remember how huge his manhood was too vividly.
And we can’t, not yet, not until Natalie knows.
But do I really think I’m going to be able to resist him for the whole night?
I can’t believe I was bored such a little while ago.
This has turned into the most eventful night of my life.
Chapter Twelve
Kaleb
“Where are you taking me?” she moans from the passenger seat, as I cross over the bridge and head into the upscale area of the city, with its high rises glinting in the moonlight.
Lights flash up and down the road as I drive, but the traffic isn’t as dense up here.
“I know a restaurant where we can get a private booth.”
She lets out a whimpering breath as we come to a stop at a red light. I glance over at her, captivated all over again by the sight of her thick juicy tasty looking thighs, with her hands folded in her lap. She isn’t showing any cleavage, but the shape of her breasts shifts with her breathing, enthralling me.