Page 75 of If You Were Mine

“What? It was doggy style. He must have seen it before,” I said so innocently that she just rolled her eyes.

“You have your hand on my tit and I want your dick in me right now, and you’re making doggy style jokes?”

Said dick pressed against the seam of my pants. “Yes.”

“Well okay,” she teased, before she pulled off her T-shirt.

She had just showered, and now I was going to dirty her all up. And, because there was a God, she hadn’t worn a bra. Her breasts were heavy, her nipples tight pink points that begged for my mouth. I leaned forward, licked at one, as my fingers played with the other.

“Dorian,” she panted.

“Do you want my mouth on your nipples? Or on your pussy?”

“Do I have to choose?” she asked, shifting against me.

I just smiled before paying delicate attention to each breast. Her tits overfilled my hands, and I had big hands. I was one lucky man.

I shoved down her sweats and groaned. “You’re not wearing panties either?”

“I didn’t feel like it.”

“Don’t sound all innocent. There’s nothing innocent about you,” I growled.

“You’re the one that deflowered me,” she sing-songed.

In answer, I lifted her by her thighs and tossed her on the bed.

She gasped, laughing, as I threw myself on top of her. She spread her legs, cradling me, as I licked up and down her neck, her jaw, down her breasts.

“I really want to fuck these,” I mumbled.

“Would that feel good?”

I groaned. “I love teaching you all the new things.”

She just grinned, and I continued to lick down her body. When I pinned her thighs wide and lapped at her cunt, she tried to shoot off the bed but couldn’t.

“Play with your tits, I want those nipples hard and waiting for my mouth. I need to explore this beautiful pussy.”

I sucked at her labia, then speared her with two fingers. When she groaned, I ran my thumb in circles over her clit. She came in a burst, gushing over my hand as I sucked and licked every ounce of her. “Sweet and tart. Like my personal drug.”

She blushed from head to toe, and I just continued to eat her out, loving the way that she was still so new at this, so sweet. And so eager to learn.

I stood up, tossed off my shirt, and pulled down my pants and boxer briefs.

“Sit at the edge of the bed.”

“Wow, I didn’t know you were in the mood to order me around.”

“Wellesley,” I growled, and she shivered before scooting to the edge of the bed.

“Like this?”

I nodded and tapped her thigh. “Spread yourself for me. I want you wet and dripping by the time you’re done.” Eyes wide she did as I said, and I slid two fingers between her folds. “So swollen. It’s going to be aching for my cock soon.”

“So what are you going to do with my cock,” she asked as she reached forward and gripped the base of me.

I groaned, head falling back. “I have plans for you.”