CHAPTER 005: JULIAN

She had no idea how to get pleasure.

She needs to be taught.

I crook a finger at her and she comes on her hands and knees, kneeling beside me on the bed.

I pluck her up and settle her on top of me so she’s straddling my chest, a position that forces her to spread her legs as wide as possible, because of my size and her knees still didn't touch the bed.

She looks excited, but nervous— and excitement wins her over when I take her butt cheeks in my hand and knead them roughly, her eyelids fluttering, her bare tits rising and falling.

“Do you know where your clitoris is”?

She starts to nod, then stops. Shakes her head slowly. “I Know there’s a spot that feels good, but I can never seem to make it feel good enough to..to..”

“To come.” “Not even your husband?” I asked, she shakes her head slowly and shyly.

My hand trails over her hip, finding the damp flesh between her thighs. Knuckling aside the pink thong, I rub my thumb along the seam of her pussy until it parts for me, watching her eyes widen when I find her clit and stroke it gently, then faster.

“Any time we’re together, baby, this is where I will be touching you because, playing with this little rosebud of yours makes you wet for my cock. And getting my cock into you is what I pay to do, isn't it?”

“Yes”, she gasps.

I teased my thumb faster and she whimpered breathily, her thighs jolting on either side of me, “I can touch it in a lot of ways. My fingers, like this. Or we can use toys. But right now, I want you to grind it in my mouth. My chin. My nose. Every fucking where. Make me proud.

Her apprehension in itself is a turn on as she crawls up my body, dragging her tits over my face, continuing until her fragrant little mound is an inch above my starving mouth. Slowly, she drops it down, her soft petals of flesh parting around my tongue, which I immediately wiggle against her clit.

“Oh!” her thighs slide apart and she rolls her hips, dragging her clit on my tongue a second time, screaming through clenched teeth. “Oh my God.”

When her fingers grip my hair and she starts to fuck my mouth, i almost spill my seed.

Her smooth, slippery sex rides me relentlessly and Jesus, I feel very exultant as she is about to have her first orgasm on my face. But I couldn't stop this even if I wanted to. My hips level up, thrusting my hard-on into the air, my hands on her juicy little ass to keep her grinding, my mouth feasting on her like a ripe melon, her youth and horniness dripping down my cheeks and chin and still she rides, her cries growing louder and more anxious until finally, she stiffens, her pleasure bursting all over my tongue.

Oh, fuck!,” she whines, still undulating on my face.

I made this beautiful goddess come and it inflates me with male pride. The confidence and the knowledge that I am the first man to make her cum from sucking, has my confidence level up to a hundred percent.

With that new found confidence, I move my body to flip her on her back. Staring down into her dazed eyes, I shove down my briefs and fist my aching cock, shoving it against her hole.

“Let me in, beautiful.”

“I’m yours, i’m yours,” she sobs, her hand twisting in the comforter on either side of her head, her thighs opening in welcome. “I want to make you feel good too.”

“Oh, you will. As often as i want, isn’t that right?""isn’t that what i paid for?” i wedge an inch inside of her and have to stop to get myself under control. Bare minimum, I need to get my whole dick inside of her before i cum. Her extreme tightness could prove that a pipe dream, though.

Jesus.

Her innocence, the knowledge that I'm the first out to claim her aside her asshole of her husband, turns me into an animal. I've never been like this before. Dominating. Starved. But there is permission in her eyes, her body language. She wants everything I have to give. Maybe she even needs it.

I wrap my hand around her throat and thrust another two inches deep, her pussy suctioning up around me. “Give me that pussy,” I growl through my teeth, flattening her petite body and jerking her knees up to her shoulder to enable me to go deeper. “This is where teasing gets you, baby. This is where looking like sex on legs gets you. Underneath a man who is not your husband. Let me deeper.”

She makes a mewling sound of struggle and wiggle her hips, allowing in some more and I feel her tight pussy hindering my movement. Tenderness catches me unexpectedly in the chest, bringing my mouth down to hers, where I kiss her soothingly, with reassurance, even as I try to stuff my big cock deeper. There’s no stopping this, no putting off what i've wanted from this girl since i set my eyes on her in the bar.

“Please,” she whimpers against my lips, her eyes bright and nervous.

“Baby,” I groan, sinking my tongue in and out of her sweet mouth. “It’ll be ok, " I reassured her. I’m here. I've got you.”

She nods trustingly, wide eyes and I ram forward entering her tight sweet pussy. Her miracle pussy swallowed me whole. My shoulder muffles her scream, her fingernails embedded in my back. And i'm not exaggerating. Her pussy is fucking miracle. It milks me from root to head, little muscle rippling, stroking my cock like a million tiny hands. It might be a decade since I had sex, but I know damn well she feels even better than she’s supposed to. I thank her fucking ex husband in my mind for allowing me ravish this beauty in my hands.