Page 40 of The Bet
I kiss her again, softer this time. She tastes like wine and salt and something wild I can’t name. I run my hand down her arm, over the delicate bones of her wrist, and pin her hand to the bed above her head. She’s so small under me, I could break her, but instead I just stroke her cheek, the side of her neck, the perfect curve of her breast.
“Are you ready?” I rasp.
She looks at me. “Ready for what?”
I grin, blue eyes flashing devilishly. “You’ll see.”
Her nipples are flushed, standing at attention, and I roll one between my thumb and finger. She gasps, arching her back, pressing herself into my hand.
“I love your tits,” I say, and mean it. “I could suck on your tits forever.”
She laughs, a short, high sound, and I feel her relax, the last of the tension bleeding out of her.
“Really?” she coos, lifting her big breasts with her hands as if in offering to me. “Sometimes I do this for fun,” she says in a coy tone before lifting one tit to her mouth and licking the nipple. She never drops my eyes, and then lifts the other, licking that nipple too.
“Ooooh, it feels so good!” she sighs. “I can feel it in my cunt.”
I lean forward and lick her tits then.
“Goddamn, you’re a dirty girl,” I rasp. “But you have me to suck your tits now, sweetheart. Anytime you want your nipples licked, you tell me.”
She giggles and then moans as I move lower, kissing down her body. She lifts her hands, buries them in my hair, then pulls at my shoulders as if she can’t decide whether she wants to hold me down or pull me up.
When I reach her pussy again, I nuzzle at it, licking up the evidence of her orgasm.
“Fuck baby, you taste so good,” I rasp. “Like honey.”
She’s still so tight, I have to take my time. I work her open, gentle, teasing, until she’s moaning, writhing under my tongue.
She whimpers, “I want you inside me, Thomas,” and her voice is so shaky, so open, that for a second I almost lose control.
I kiss my way back up her body, settling my weight between her legs. I brace one hand on the mattress by her head, the other cupping her jaw. I look her dead in the eye.
“I’m sorry because this is going to hurt, a little,” I say. “But I’ll make it good. I promise.”
She nods, wide-eyed, and wraps her arms around my neck. Her nails dig into my back, and it’s exactly what I need.
I position myself at her entrance, rub the head of my cock against her lips, letting her feel the size and the heat. She tenses, then relaxes, and I push in, just a little, just enough to stretch her.
She sucks in a breath, nails raking down my shoulders.
“Ooooh!”
I hold still, whispering, “Breathe. Just breathe. You’re doing so well, baby girl. You’re tasting your first dick and loving it.”
She inhales, then exhales, and after a few seconds I push a little further. The resistance is real because Andie’s so fucking tight, but I merely kiss her again, hoping to distract from the pain below.
“You’re doing great,” I rasp again. “You’re small, but it’s proof that you’re a virgin. Keep breathing,” I command. “In through the nose, out through the mouth.”
I ease myself in a little further, my cock feeling like it’s going to explode. My abs are tight, every cell focused on where we’re joined, and that’s when I feel it. Her hymen. The barrier is spongy, but definitely there, and I look Andie in the eye.
“This is going to hurt, sweetheart,” I rasp and then without waiting, I punch through her innocence.
“Ooooh!” she keens, her head tilting back at the pain. “Oh oh oh!”
“Shhh,” I whisper immediately, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss. “The worst is over sweetheart, and you did great. You were a champ.”
I hold still, letting her get used harboring a massive cock in her cunt, kissing her hair, her face, her closed eyelids. I murmur to her, soft and filthy at the same time.
