Page 107 of The Don's Virgin Obsession
Lips. Tits. Stomach.
Shit, I even sucked her pretty toe. The complete foreplay package.
Then I went for the kill.
I pushed her legs up and started eating her pussy soft, gentle, taking my time with it. She tasted clean, and she was getting wetter and wetterand wetter. Her moans drove me insane.
“You like that, ma?” I asked her.
“Yes,” she cooed.
I kept going and slid one finger inside. She was tight as hell. All I could think was,I’m going to hurt this woman insides.
Right when my thoughts got the best of me, I heard her say, “Vaughn, I’m ready.”
I came up and looked at her. “You sure you ready for this? Ain’t no coming back from it.”
She leaned in, put her hands on my face, and said, “I’m positive.”
Fuck it,I thought.She want it, I’ma give it to her.
I lay her down with nonstop kissing and rubbing her pussy. I made her rub my dick, showing her I wasn’t nothing to play with. I got between her legs, trying to control how hard I got, but my dick barely touched her, and I got too stiff.
I never took a woman’s virginity before, not even when I was young. I was always into experienced girls, so this was new to me, too.
I took in her body. Every tattoo, every mark, every beauty mark, every scar. This woman was fine as fuck, flaws and all.
“I’m supposed to be going celibate,” I told her.
“You can be after this.”
I raised an eyebrow. “What that mean?”
“We’ll talk later.”
I spread her legs a lil more as I kissed her. When I began to slide in, she tensed up and wrapped her legs around me.
“Relax, ma. I got you,” I assured her.
I only went halfway in and stroked her slowly.
Damn, I forgot to put a condom on,I thought. I wasn’t stopping to get one, only if she asked me, and she didn’t. I told myself I’d just pull out and pray.
The moment felt like heaven. It was intimate, and I was thankful to be her first. I wasn’t going to take advantage of her or gloat about how special she was to me. This was something I was keeping to myself.
She moaned in my mouth, she scratched my back, she bit my lip, and called out my name. I looked at her, and she had tears in her eyes. I slowed a bit more.
“You okay?” I asked her, wiping her tears away.
“It hurt a little, but it feels good too. I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she uttered.
“I can stop if you want me to.”
“No, keep going.”
I did.
I ain’t last nothing but twenty minutes because she was too tight and too wet. I tried not to pound her, but I sped it up. I knew my back was going to be scratched up because of the way she was digging her nails into me.
