Page 18 of Sweet Virgin

Crawling on my hands and knees to the edge of the bed, my eyes glazed over in sexual prowess. I was ready, I was more than ready. “Teach me.” Batting my lashes, I squeezed the trim of the mattress, letting my lips barely touch his. “I'm all yours.”

Freeing the button on his shorts, Kealen tilted his head. “Sweetheart, I hope you know what you're getting into.” Slowly pulling the zipper down, he let them fall loosely to the floor. “Because once you start, there's no turning back.”

My mouth was salivating, waiting to see the thick muscle he kept hidden. I wanted his cock in my throat, I wanted to touch it and stroke it, squeeze it and lick it. I wanted to know what it felt like with my lips wrapped tightly around the base, pulling and sucking.

Plucking the band of his briefs, Kealen rose to his feet, running his fingers through my hair and resting them on the back of my head. “Spit or swallow?”

Twisting to look up at him, I eyed him curiously. “What?”

“This is the only option I'm giving you, do you want to swallow my load or spit it out?”

I wasn't sure how to answer or what I thought I wanted. I had never done this before. How was I supposed to know if I wanted either?

The two choices muddled my head, causing me to shift awkwardly on my knees. “I don't know.”

Smirking, Kealen dug his fingers deeper into my hair. “Then I guess we'll just see what happens. You'll know what you want when the time comes.” Turning my face towards his waist, I could still feel him smiling down on me.

His hand was hot against my head, singing my hair with need. His cock was bulging, so rigid that I expected it to burst through the fabric. His swelling tip brushed the edge of my nose, forcing a shiver through my body.

“Go on, slip them off.” Thrusting his hips forward, Kealen tapped his dick against my face. “Don't worry, I'll be easy.”

Curling my fingers into the trim of his briefs, I lowered them down over his thighs. Letting out a heavy breath, a husky groan spilled from his mouth. “Yeah, there you go, don't be shy.”

His cock sprung free, bouncing lightly in the air. I felt a wave of heat surge through my core as my stomach tightened and churned with nerves. His cock was huge, thick and engorged.

I had always wondered what a real dick would look like in person. It was amazing, sending my entire body up in flames. My sex pulsed, clenching the air between my thighs. My heart started racing as a giant lump formed in the back of my throat.

A nervous fear began to work its way through my body. It started in my chest, causing the air to burn my lungs like the small wisp of ash off a blazing inferno. Swimming into my stomach, that same feeling forced my belly to bubble with hot steam and my toes to curl into the bed.

My hand trembled as I lifted it towards his length, reaching out then snapping it away. I had no idea what the hell I was supposed to do exactly. Do I grab it at the tip and slide down? Do I start at his balls and work my way up? Could I hurt him if I grabbed too hard or pulled too forcefully?

Kealen reached down, guiding my fingers around the base. Wrapping his hand over mine, he squeezed and started to stroke his cock with me. “It's okay, don't worry, I won't lead you blindly. I like it tight and firm, just like this.” His hand pumped up and down with mine, his hips rolling and moving in and out. “When you get to the tip twirl your thumb over the edge, follow the ridge, then stroke down.” His waist kept moving, rocking back and forth. “Yeah, like that, just like that.”

Looking up, I watched his eyes close, head falling back. His hand was clasped over mine, showing me exactly how much pressure he craved. The thick veins pulsed in my palm, each throb more intense than the last.

Kealen's hand slipped free of my hair and over the dip in my spine, clutching my ass. “That's good, really good. Now lick the tip, taste it, enjoy it.”

Moving my tongue to the front of my lips, I watched his cock thicken. The head was swollen, glistening at the seam. Gently I let my tongue fall around the crown, exploring the salty flavor. A silky liquid spread over my lips, landing on my tongue and slipping down my throat.

Our hands still moved together as my cheeks hollowed to suck the large bulb in my mouth. I felt the need to take in more, to explore the entire length. Sucking harder, I pushed more and more of his cock into my mouth, slurping and lapping as my tongue flattened to glide down the underside.

“Fuck, Allie, keep going. That's perfect, just like that.” I kept moving my eyes between his face and his dick. I wanted to watch him enjoy the sensation that was riding through his body and I wanted to see the reaction his cock had as it was touched.

His eyes had rolled back in his head, his teeth were crushing his bottom lip as his hand released from mine and firmly planted into my hair. Bobbing my head up and down, I kept stroking his thick muscle as his body moved with me.

Lifting my hand off the bed, I ran it up his abs, scratching my nails back down. There was a sense of knowing, an impulse that my body had to move and touch him in ways I couldn't have imagined.

I caressed his chest, digging my nails into his ribs while tracing the black and green lines with my fingertips. I suck and sucked, taking him deeper and deeper with each exhale. His chest was slick and damp, his grunts and groans were coming longer and harder.

Is he getting close?

How can I tell?

His balls slapped against the edge of my fist, each thrust of his hips met my lips with force. I thought he was rock solid before, but I had no idea how much harder he would get.

Tugging on my hair, Kealen moaned. “Mm, fuck, I'm close, I'm so close.”

It was like his words were some sort of cheerleading pep talk. Knowing he was close to coming, knowing that he was enjoying the way it felt made me want to go faster. I wanted to feel him come, I wanted to feel his thick cream as it made its way down my throat.

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