Page 25 of Something Like Sugar (Pine Forest Something #2)

SHANA

I f I ever wondered what it felt like to shove an entire kielbasa down my throat, which I hadn’t, for those keeping record, I think this is that.

I gag on Dustin’s length as hit hits the back of me, possibly going down even further as I suck him in.

“Fuck.” He keeps my head over his lap and pumps into me, holding nothing back despite the years he branded me untouchable and clean.

Is it bad that I like how he dirties me up?

My center throbs spectacularly as he fists my hair and uses it to maintain a sinful rhythm.

When he pulls my head back, his cock slips out of my lips. I gasp in a huge breath, the air filling my lungs as my frenzied eyes meet his dark, green, glassy ones.

“You are sloppy at head, little virgin.”

“ What?” A whip of pain snaps over me with his assessment, which I’m aware is likely accurate, but it’s not like I’ve been given a manual or anything.

“That’s not fair. I’ve never done this before.

” I sit up on my knees and shove his chest back against the headboard, mad that this giant broody muscle man has the nerve to be as attractive as such while slinging insults.

His eyes flash in surprise when his head hits the wood behind him, not expecting my sudden dominance, I’m sure. But with Dustin, I don’t feel the need to hide my feelings.

And right now, I’m feeling like I want to straddle him.

So, I do.

Buck naked, unchaste, and probably desperate , I climb atop him and hover my dripping opening over his rockhard, spit-covered length. And I grin, having gotten him right where I wanted after all these years.

I could shift a mere centimeter, and he’d tear through my last shred of innocence.

I want him to.

I rock my body, grinding my clit and pussy lips against him the way I imagine I might if this were the real thing. I have nothing to compare it to besides my fantasies.

But it feels like that’s what this is.

Me, Dustin, naked in his bed.

I lean in and press a kiss to his lips. Then another to his neck. I lick my tongue around his Adams apple, and he bucks, his erection shoving further into my slit, but not penetrating, not yet. But it feels so close. It feels…

“Are you playing just the tip with me?” He smiles into my hair before ravishing my neck with his tongue, our bodies picking up their pace below. “I never did this when I was younger.”

Heat from his tongue and cock on my most sensitive parts transforms me, and I gasp my thoughts into the air, clapping back. “You never did me when you were younger, either.”

“You little fucking minx.” He laughs, grabbing me by the hips and flipping me over so I’m beneath him, and he’s now straddling me.

“You know when I said you were sloppy, it was a fucking compliment, right?” He smirks when my mouth drops open.

He pins both wrists above my head, holding them down with one hand while he licks his palm, and my body heats as he meets my gaze, and he fists his slick cock at my entrance.

My breath hitches.

“Do it,” I beg.

His mouth curves, and he shakes his head, goading me.

“Stop teasing and devirginize me, Dustin Campbell, or I swear to God—”

He kisses me, cutting off my sentences, my airflow, and any concept of the world around me aside from this plane that only he and I exist on.

My body molds to his when his tongue tangles with mine, but he flips it inside out and flops me free when he says, “Not yet, baby. You need to finish your lessons first. Learn your preferences.” He kisses my neck. “Capabilities.”

Okay, Mr. Mansplain.

“I don’t care about being capable , I’m trying, very desperately so, to be fuckable , in case you haven’t noticed.

” I gesture down my body with my eyes, my hands still immobile.

And that thought right there just makes me even hornier, pinned beneath his rock-hard body .

Are there normally eight distinct squares outlined on a man’s abdomen muscles?

“You don’t have to try, Shay. You are beyond fuckable.” He thrusts his cock deeper into me, but not all the way. Still just the tip, and I fear I may explode on a noxious combo of desperation and desire when he sucks my nipple into his mouth and rocks his hips slowly.

I move too, my hips angling up to meet his gentle thrusts and crying out involuntarily each time his pelvis presses harder than usual, brushing my clit as he slides back and forth through my soaked pussy lips.

“No, the harder thing to do is not to fuck you. To show restraint just a little bit longer. Give you every first you never got until your very last.” He thrusts into me, the deepest he’s gone yet, but it’s not enough to split me open and tangle with my soul.

I whine in protest, but he shushes me, letting my wrists go free and using his other hand to pinch my greedy clit as he lowers his head back to my chest and moves from nipple to nipple, sucking and lapping each until I’m screaming his name and clenching my pussy as tight as it’ll go.

His cock is still hard and teasing against my swollen core, and I come for him, my body pulsing as he finishes me with slow, languid kisses between my thighs, and my eyes drift closed.

“Where are you going?” I sit up when he moves for the door.

He smirks, then, exiting the room and sauntering to offer me a towel.

His still hardened cock points at me in jest, but he lifts my chin to meet his eyes. “This is why I don’t fuck virgins. They’re so needy after intimacy.” His lips twist, and I know he’s just trying to get a rise out of me.

Pull my braids and run away.

Well, not today.

I slide off the bed and stand, fully exposed and arms crossed.

“I am not needy after intimacy . I am in need of intimacy . Intimacy you’ll only give me in small little snippets, despite the very apparent fact I want the full, unedited version with deleted scenes and all.

” I lick my lips, thirsty, defiantly. “I want to learn more.”

My eyes drop to his erection, and he doesn’t protest, so I lower to my knees, grabbing his solid length as he sucks in a sharp breath.

I summon the courage to mimic what I’ve witnessed in pornography, still in disbelief of my own actions. My heart races as I work up the courage to be like the girls in the video, but I want this.

I meet his eyes, and I spit directly onto the head of his cock.

“Oops, I got it wet,” I say, with a sultry stare I copied from the aforementioned porno that Lemon basically forced me to watch, the first time, at least.

He wants to paint me as a good girl.

I want him to paint me with his cum.

I finally realize what my friends have been going on about all this time with their sex-crazed ruminations. It’s exhilarating to love and feel loved. To crave someone that craves you back. To explore, touch and taste.

And it’s not bad to want things like that.

Not with the one I love.

After a few strokes, he moans, threading his fingers through my hair. I spit on it again without a second thought, meeting his eyes in a teasing smirk. “Uh oh, it’s getting dirty.” My slutty words soak me to my core, and he groans when I rub my fingers through the arousal.

“Is that so?” Pressing his lips together in a coy smile, he leans down to kiss my lips before quite literally feeding me his cock, a protective yet commanding whip to his words that sends a thrill right through me.

“You better clean it off then, baby.” He spanks me, and while I thought the praise was orgasmic before, the pleasure zinging over my pussy while his cock slides down my throat, has me moaning around it, thrilled and turned-on as he absolutely degrades me.

Oh my God, what is wrong with me?

His teasing words surge on me, and I shouldn’t like it, but I do. “More!” I gasp. “Talk to me like that more.”

“Like what?” he teases, fisting his cock and slapping it across my open lips. Lust drips from my tongue, falling onto his flesh as he squeezes my cheeks together with his other hand, a gentle, yet immovable vice, holding me in place on my knees before him.

This man could tell me to lick his body from toe to tip, and I’d do it in a single breath, unable to dissuade the quickening heartbeat gathering directly in the apex of my thighs.

Dustin paints my lips with the head of his cock, my own saliva the gloss he layers on to his liking, and I shiver, my nipples hardening as he studies his work.

“There. When you come to your lessons, I want you just like this. On your knees, hard pointy little titties stuck straight out, and slick, wet lips. Both sets.” He winks.

I light with excitement at the filth of his demands, and somehow still want him to talk like this, even if it is taboo and wrong. It feels like a performance or a dance.

One where I don’t have to overthink my feelings, hiding in my hoodie for fear of other people’s reactions or opinions.

It’s just these sordid roles we’re both playing out.

And I find myself leaning into the character as soon as that clicks, sticking my breasts out like he says and batting my lashes as I await his next command.

“Yes, sir,” slips from my lips without thought, and even though that might normally mortify me, right now with Dustin, playing this role…it doesn’t.

I’m not a shy, emotionless, stunted virgin.

I’m me.

I’m exactly who I want to be, doing exactly what I want to do, and that’s okay.

Dustin’s eyes flare when I utter those words and he smirks then, silently accepting my invitation to this new game we’re starting.

“Good girl,” he whispers, still rubbing his cock over my lips. “You will call me sir , and you will do exactly as I say since you’re such a filthy, kinky girl. So desperate to get your cherry popped you’d do anything, wouldn’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” I smile.

He groans at my submission, maneuvering me by the thick ropes of my hair as he lifts one of his legs to the bed and covers my mouth with the bottom of his shaft, his balls dangling and hitting my lips and chin. “Coat them with your spit, baby.”