His Nasty Virgin

The expression in his dark eyes is devastating. “Open.” He holds the phone steady as he eases his cock into my mouth. “That’s right, baby girl. Suck me.”

I moan and work to take him deeper. Over and over again, until he tosses the phone to the side and brackets my head with his hands, easing me off his cock. “You’ve got to stop if you want me to last.”

“Maybe I want you to come on my tits.”

Shane curses and gives me a gentle push to have me flop onto my back. “We have time.” Except he’s not looking at me like we have time. He’s looking at me like I’m a feast laid out for his benefit and he doesn’t know where to start.

He finally kneels between my thighs and pushes two fingers into me. “Your ass is mine later. I need your pussy right now.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He moves to sit with his back against the headboard and motions me over. “Come here. Face away from me.”

As I obey, I’m slammed with the memory of what happened last time we were in this exact position. He even left the door open. “Are you sure?”

“Yes.” He guides his cock into me and I sink down until he’s sheathed completely. Just like last time, Shane presses one hand to my pussy and brackets my throat with the other. “Did you think I didn’t notice?”

I start riding him slowly, up and down his cock, rubbing myself against his hand. “Notice what?”

“You didn’t stop when he walked in.” He kisses my shoulder. “You looked right at him and rode me until you came.”

Six months has taken the sting out of my breakup. Without all the emotional baggage, there’s only heat left to play this out. “It felt too good to stop,” I murmur. “I didn’t care if he was watching. I needed to come all over my Daddy’s cock.”

“You like being watched, don’t you, Lily?” He nips my earlobe. “You like it when I fuck you in the kitchen because the neighbors might see. You like it in the backyard for the same reason. It’s why you’re naked and playing with your pussy by the pool every chance you get.”

I grind down hard on his cock. “Yes.” I moan. I lick my lips. “You love it, too.” I ride him faster. “You loved fingering my pussy while you waved at the neighbors. And putting that plug in my ass in the parking lot. And fucking me in your truck. You can’t get enough of my pussy, can you, Daddy?”

“I can’t get enough of you.” His fingers flex on my throat. Not enough to do anything but remind me of how much bigger he is, how much more powerful. “We should stop,” he rumbles. “I think I hear someone coming up the stairs.”

Even though it’s pretend, I moan loud and long. “I don’t care. I can’t stop.”

“Walking down the hallway.”

“I’m so close, Daddy. Don’t make me stop.”

“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

And then I’m coming, crying out and slumping back against him. He topples me onto my stomach and goes to his knees behind me. Shane grips my hips and yanks me back as he thrusts forward, impaling me on his cock. “I’m feeling generous because you orgasmed so sweetly. Where do you want me to come, baby girl?”

“My breasts. All over them.”

He flips me onto my back and drives into me. Shane treats me like I’m a precious fuck toy, and I can’t get enough. As his strokes start to go wild, he pulls out and shifts up my body. He jerks his cock roughly, and I flinch as he comes across my breasts in hot spurts. Shane keeps stroking like he’s determined to empty every last drop onto me.

I look down at myself. “That’s so hot.”

“Dirty little slut,” he murmurs and drags a single finger over my nipple, smearing himself over me. I don’t get a chance to do more than moan before he moves down and starts licking my pussy again.

I whimper. “You’re going to be late going back to work.”

“Give me a little fucking credit, Lily. I took the rest of the day off. I have no obligations this afternoon except making you come enough to start balancing the scales for the last six months.”

I stare at him with wide eyes. “What?”

“You heard me.” Shane gives me a long lick. “You said it yourself. This pussy has been mine since January. That means I’m owed.” He sucks lightly on my clit. “You teach math, baby girl. If I gave you two orgasms on weekdays and six on weekends, what’s that balance out to?” He goes back to licking my pussy.

“I can’t think when you do that.”

He spears his tongue into me once, twice, a third time. “I have faith you can figure it out.”

I’m covered in his come and his mouth is working my clit and he wants me to do math. “Shane, please.”

“Don’t make me wait, Lily.”

My breath sobs out as I try to obey. I should be able to do this problem in seconds, but it takes me several long minutes of him eating me out to finally blurt, “Five hundred and twenty-eight. Ish.”

“Five hundred and twenty-eight. And your normal daily orgasms don’t count.” He nuzzles me. “Sounds like I have a lot of ground to cover.”

My laugh sounds a little hysterical. “I hope you don’t think you can make that up today. I know we agreed that we probably won’t die from coming too much, but you might make liars out of us.”

“Not today.” He leverages one of my legs up and back, leaving me wide open for him. “I’m keeping you, Lily. I have a lifetime to make them up, and I plan to use every single fucking day.”

He goes down on me until I stop being able to form words, until he teases so many orgasms out of me, that I lose count. Then Shane flips me over and fucks me again with his thumb in my ass. It’s just a tease for what will come later, and as much of a happy little slut I am, even in the middle of being driven mindless by him, I’m aware that I can’t just take his cock in my ass without being prepped. No matter how much I want to.

At some point, we make it into the shower, and then back to the bed, but it’s a little hazy. All I know is that I wake up the next morning with Shane’s tongue in my pussy.

I moan and dig my hands into his hair. “You’re setting a dangerous precedent.”

“Mmm.” He drags me down beneath him and guides his cock into me. “Morning.”Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

“Morning.” I wrap my legs around his waist. “I’ve been waiting for a moment where we aren’t fucking to say something, but I don’t think we’re going to get there anytime soon.”

He slips an arm under my hips to lift them for a superior angle. “You have a point.”

I cup his face in my hands. “I love you. I meant it when I said it in January, and I mean it now.”

“I love you, too.” He kisses me, long and hard, as he fucks me. Shane shifts down to growl in my ear. “Don’t freak out.”

My orgasm is already approaching and I hook my feet around his thighs to get better leverage to lift my hips to meet his thrusts. “Freak out?”

“Because if you try to bolt again, I’m liable to hunt you down and fuck you wherever I find you to remind you who you belong to.”

I shiver. “Just say it.”

He leans back and pins my hips to the bed, fucking me hard enough to make my breasts bounce with each stroke. “I’m going to marry you, Lily. You’re going to be my wife and my baby girl and I’m going to worship this pussy every single fucking day for the rest of our lives.”

His words push me over the edge as much as his cock does. “Yes, I’ll marry you. Yes, yes, yes.”

It’s only a little later when we’re tangled together and trying to relearn how to breathe, that I start laughing. Shane leverages himself up on one arm and looks down at me. “What’s so funny?”

“I guess you were right before.” I lean up and kiss his throat, tumbling him onto his back. “You’re fucking me, you’re going to date me, and eventually you’re going to make me Max’s stepmom.” I try to still my laughter, but don’t quite manage it. “Do you think he’ll call me Mom?”

Shane shakes his head in mock disappointment. “There goes your mouth again.” He wraps my hair around his fist and urges me down his body. “Guess I’ll have to find a way to occupy it so you don’t get into trouble, won’t I, baby girl?”

I lick up his length and then back down again. “Yes, Daddy.”