21. Cash #2
She squirms as I tease her entrance, tasting the arousal pulsing out of her now.
Yeah, she’s sure.
But she needs to be really needy. She needs to be desperate.
So I drag my tongue up to her clit and latch on, sucking and pulsing as I breathe in the luscious scent of her body, that nobody else has ever known.
My. Fucking. God.
It’s imprinting on me as the seconds tick by, working its way under my skin and into my brain. Marking me as hers, forever.
I’m a willing sacrifice at her temple.
She starts rocking her hips in that way intuitive, sexy as hell way she has, when she’s starting to get close, getting needy.
I keep sucking.
She pulls my hair.
I keep sucking.
She moans, out loud.
I. Keep. Sucking.
She rocks her hips again, pulling my hair and moaning my name.
“That’s really fucking needy,” I rasp as I pull off her clit.
She chokes on a gasp and begs me to lick her again.
“You want that?” I shove to my feet, pushing my boxers low. Fisting my cock. “You want me back on my knees, pretty girl? Or do you want me to work this fat dick into your pussy and show you how good it can feel to be split in two?”
“Yes, that. Please, Cash.” She shoves her purse at me. “Condoms. Fuck me.”
“Ah hell, Haven. Don’t start dirty talking me now. You’ll make me come before I get inside you.”
She laughs, breathless, and then watches wide-eyed as I roll protection down my length.
Just like a riding a bike.
We both go quiet as I tap my heavy crown against her sensitive clit, then drag it to her slick entrance.
“Rub your clit,” I manage to get out. “Show me how you get yourself all hot and horny when you’re alone.”
She stares up at me for a moment, then drops her gaze to where we’re barely touching. Where just the barest contact between my cock and her pussy feels electric, the wildest anticipation.
And slowly, her fingers flutter into position, her familiarity with her own body immediately evident.
I memorize every tiny detail. She uses her middle fingers, with her clit trapped between them, her thumb caressing the outside of her outer lips.
Her folds slick up with her arousal as she rubs leisurely, slower than I’ve ever touched her, and it doesn’t take long for her to tip her hips—notching my cock right into place.
“Oh.”
I stare at her face as she wriggles on my tip. Her eyes flare wide, her mouth falls open.
This is more profound than a fuck on my desk should be.
My heartbeat skitters, suddenly racing. “That’s it, you’re doing great. Keep rubbing. Focus on what you need.”
She whimpers and rocks her body.
I help her, although I don’t fucking know if this is too much.
When was the last time I fucked a virgin?
Have I ever?
I don’t remember anything before Haven.
And she’s not asking me to stop.
If anything, her hot, tight body is begging for more.
“Fuck yeah, that’s it. You’re such a good girl, fucking yourself onto my cock.”
She gasps as she feels the first inch stretch into her.
She’s so tight. “You feel incredible.”
She’s so slick. “Take me deeper.”
She’s getting softer and wetter for me, and I’d partitioned these thoughts to an off-limits part of my brain, where I probably dreamed about this at night, but didn’t think about it when awake.
I could fantasize about her tits and crave her in my arms, but I never let myself consciously think about Haven Bingham’s pink pussy stretching wide around my cock.
And now she’s pulling me into her body, taking my body weight as I sink balls deep into her.
She’s giving me her virginity, something she saved this for a long time.
For important reasons.
And now she’s giving it to me.
Fuck.
I lean over her, wrapping her in my arms, fighting off the urge to rut into her, to hunch up and pound my cock deep.
“Give me your mouth,” I whisper before kissing her.
I want to taste how it feels as she gets used to having a cock inside her. Taking up space. Making her squirm.
Between us, I can feel her fingers still working her clit.
She was always a good student.
But God damn I don’t want this to be a sex lesson.
I need it to be more than that.
“You were worth waiting for.” I kiss her again. “You’ll always be worth waiting for. Any time you want this, all you have to do is ask. I’m yours, Haven. I’m all yours.”
Her thighs tighten around me, her fingers working faster.
And then I hear myself begging. “Tell me it’s good.”
“It’s so good.” She shudders. “Cash, you’re so big in me. You’re stretching me so much.”
“I’m sorry.” I’m not. I’m glad I’m so big she’ll never forget this. I should be sorry. I shouldn’t be doing this to her, but I love it anyway.
She huffs a little laugh. “Don’t stop.”
“You feel so good, I don’t think I could.” I snap my hips, testing her readiness for me to go balls deep on each thrust.
She moans.
Long, lusty. Perfect.
“Are you going to come?” I wrap one arm around her hips and grip her chin with my other hand. Taking complete control now. She’s a lush, soft, pillowy virgin trapped in my arms, my cock wedged deep in her body. “Is my big cock going to make you come, Haven?”
“Yes.”
“Say it. Say you’re going to come on my cock.”
She moans again. Between us, her hand goes still, and her whole body squeezes around me, an orgasm ripping through her.
“I’m coming,” she adds, the cutest little addendum to the most obvious fact in the world.
I groan and lean in, thrusting my hips into her tightness as I chase her pleasure, wanting to fill her up before she stops clenching around me.
“Came on your cock,” she whispers.
And those sweet four words, Haven Bingham’s version of dirty talk, are exactly what I need to follow her into oblivion.