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When she cries out next, the release is obvious and immediate. Her pussy pulses with excitement around my fingers as Myra loses herself completely in the throes of orgasm. Her deep tawny skin flushes around her chest and when she tilts her head back, blood vessels expand across her neck. I suck on the most sensitive part of her exposed flesh and push my fingers deep inside her one last time to feel how intensely I can make her cum.
It’sa lot.Myra shudders and reluctantly, I slide my fingers out of her pussy, wiping them clean on her thighs. She looks up at me with pleading eyes, intense and fiery dark eyes like an African goddess. I want to resist those eyes as equally as I want to make them belong to me.
“Unzip my pants.”
Myra shakes her head. “I’m not–
“Do it, Myra. You can’t hang onto your precious virginity forever.”
“You are so–
I clamp my hand over her mouth, ignoring how this simple (and logical) act of silencing her immediately pisses Myra off.
“Unzip my pants,” I repeat slowly. “I’m commanding you – as your boss.”
Chapter Eighteen
Myra
Twelve Years Ago
My fingers move forward like I’m genuinely beneath Michael’s control. I could push him away. I could argue with him some more. But my trembling body seems to be acting against my internal logical will. I don’t know how a man who doesn’t seem very deep or intelligent could have just made me experience so much pleasure with his fingers, but I feel desperately addicted to getting more.
He’s right – it’s not like I can stay a virgin forever. If I’m going to have memories of losing my virginity haunt me forever, at least the man responsible for the act will be a six-foot-four sandy-haired Italian giant who knows what he’s doing.
I’m pretty sure he knows what he’s doing based on how easy it was for Michael to make me cum with his fingers. I don’t even know how he did that. I’ve tried several times to get myself to this point, but I always feel embarrassed and overwhelmed, stopping myself before I go past that tipping point.
Michael effortlessly drew me over the edge. My thighs will be soaked all day. Blood rushes past my ears as I reach for Michael’s zipper. Heat emanating from his thighs surprises me. I know logically all the blood in his body rushes towards the very tip of his cock, but it’s much different and much more exciting to feel the heat brushing against my palms. Michael’s breathing slows as I slide the zipper over his bulge.
It’s the only time I’ve ever successfully gotten this man to quiet down. The tiny amount of control immediately intoxicates me. I unzip, unbutton and expose Michael’s black cotton underwear. He reaches down for my cheeks and forces me to look up at him instead of the enormous bulge I just exposed.
“Under normal circumstances, I would want to feel your lips,” he says, running his thumb over my lower lip. “But frankly, we don’t have much time until Cosima finishes her lesson and I have every intention of finishing you off before then…”
I don’t know what Michael expects from me. Does he want me to match his witty banter or more likely, beg for the chance to suck his dick? He knows I’m a virgin, so it shouldn’t surprise him that I’m clueless. I’m both desperate to experience more and paralyzed with nervousness about doing the wrong thing and spoiling the moment between us.
“Relax,” Michael whispers as if reading my mind while he stares deeply into my eyes. “I’ll hold you and go slow…”
It’s uncomfortable to have him staring at me this hard. It’s downright confusing since I’ve never entertained the idea that Michael would be interested in me. But the way he holds me in his gaze provokes this instinctive response that I can’t help but to trust. He takes my hand and slides it past the waistband of his pants so I can touch the growing flesh between his legs for the first time and explore the length of his member with my fingers.
Heat spreads through me as I acknowledge my visible inexperience. I don’t know where to touch him or how to touchhim. Michael knew exactly how to make me feel good, but I feel like a high schooler as I wrap my hand around his shaft and make some effort to slide it along the length. Michael grunts and grabs my ass again, hiking me up against the wall of the guest house.
My hand wraps along the length of his shaft and I move my fingers over his velvet sword slowly until Michael grunts with obvious pleasure and his skin flushes visibly. Our faces are close enough that we’re nearly pressed together. I can smell the mint on his breath and I crave the taste of his lips so intensely that it hurts. My thumb runs all the way over the tip of his cock, torturing Michael and torturing myself too.
The more my hand grips Michael’s member, the more aware I become of how damn big his cock feels and how hard it will be to get every inch of this shaft inside me. Two of Michael’s fingers struggled to fit inside me and his cock is even thicker and with the veins around the shaft, his dick almost feels like it’s pulsing with anger.
I can’t imagine that thing forcing its way into me. My chest tightens and unconsciously, so does my grip around Michael’s dick. He seems to love the way my hand feels as I tighten my grasp on him.
“Fuck,” he growls. “Grip my dick, baby. Do whatever you want to my dick…”
Michael slides his pants and underwear off slowly while his dick grows in my palm and distracts me from the pain about to follow. By touching and moving my hand over the length of Michael’s cock, I explore his full length and then draw him towards me, physically begging for him to drive his dick inside me.
What the hell am I doing, honestly? Michael doesn’t give me time to think. His dick moves forward between my thighs and I feel the tip dragging along the outside of my outer lips. Holy shit,there’s warm fluid dripping from the tip of Michael’s dick and more importantly – he isn’t even wearing a condom.
“Wait…”
Michael pushes his hips forward. “For what?”
“Condom.”
