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"Luca," she pants, her voice breaking, "that feels... oh God... I can't..."
I plunge my tongue deep inside her dripping center, tasting her honeyed walls as they clench greedily around me. The filthy wet sounds of my mouth on her pussy fill the room. She's so responsive, so fucking perfect—her cream coating my lips and chin. I alternate between fucking her with my tongue and sucking that swollen pearl between my lips, feeling her thighsbegin to tremble against my face. When I slide two thick fingers into her slick heat while flicking my tongue rapidly over her clit, she comes apart violently.
"I'm coming," she cries out, her back arching violently off the polished mahogany, thighs clamping around my head like a vise as her silken walls convulse wildly against my hungry mouth, flooding me with her honeyed nectar.
I don't stop. I devour her through each pulsing wave, my fingers curling mercilessly against that swollen, spongy spot that transforms her moans into desperate, broken sobs. Her essence becomes richer, more intoxicating—a carnal ambrosia that coats my tongue and drips down my chin as I feast on her like a condemned man's last meal.
"Too much," she gasps, her delicate fingers pushing weakly at my sweat-slicked hair, her thighs quivering uncontrollably against my stubbled cheeks. I growl deep and primal against her glistening, swollen flesh, my tongue flattening against her engorged clit before I suck that sensitive pearl between my teeth with renewed determination, tasting the addictive tang of her arousal coating my lips.
"One more," I command, my hot breath scorching her quivering, drenched folds as I slide two fingers back into her silken heat, feeling her walls clench desperately around the intrusion. "Give me one more, baby girl. I want to feel this sweet little cunt shatter on my tongue again while I fuck you with my fingers until you're sobbing my name."
Her second orgasm hits harder than the first, her entire body convulsing as she screams my name. I feel her pussy clench rhythmically around my fingers, her cream coating my chin. It's the most beautiful fucking thing I've ever seen—Governor Moore's perfect daughter coming apart on my dining table.
When her tremors subside, I rise slowly, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. Her chest heaves as she tries to catch her breath, as her eyes glaze with pleasure.
"Have you ever been fucked before, Lily?" I ask, my voice a guttural growl that scrapes from my throat like gravel. My cock throbs painfully against my zipper at the mere possibility.
She shakes her head, those innocent eyes downcast as crimson floods her cheeks like spilled wine. "No," she whispers, the single syllable trembling between us. "I'm... I'm a virgin."
The admission hits me like a shot of pure adrenaline straight to my veins. My blood roars in my ears as primal possession claws through me. That untouched, pink little cunt that just creamed all over my tongue has never been stretched around a man's cock. I'll be the one to break her open, to feel that tight virginal barrier yield to my relentless invasion, to paint her pristine inner walls with my cum until she's dripping with the evidence of my claim.
"What about your mouth?" I ask, already unbuckling my belt. "Has a man ever put his cock in that pretty mouth?"
"No," she whispers, eyes fixed on my hands as I unzip my pants. "Never."
I free my cock, hard as steel and throbbing with need. Her eyes widen at the sight of it, thick and veined, the head already glistening with pre-cum.
"Jesus," she breathes, sitting up on her elbows.
"Think you can handle me, baby girl?" I ask, stroking myself slowly.
She licks her lips, sending another pulse of blood to my already painfully hard cock. "I want to try."
I help her off the table, positioning her on her knees before me. Her red lips part slightly as she stares at my cock, now level with her face. I run my thumb across her bottom lip.
"Open for me," I instruct, guiding her chin with my hand. "That's it. Start with the tip. Use your tongue."
She's hesitant at first, her tongue darting out to lick the head of my cock experimentally. The sensation of her hot, wet tongue against my sensitive flesh nearly makes my knees buckle.
"Good girl," I encourage her, threading my fingers through her hair. "Take a little more now."
She opens wider, taking the head into her mouth, her eyes locked on mine as she sucks tentatively. The sight of Governor Moore's innocent daughter on her knees, those red lips stretched around my cock, is almost enough to make me come right then.
"Fuck," I hiss as she takes me deeper, her inexperience evident but her enthusiasm making up for it. "That's it, baby. Use your hand on what doesn't fit."
She wraps her delicate fingers around my thick shaft, her cool palm a stark contrast to the velvet heat of her mouth. For a virgin, she's a quick study—hollowing her cheeks and swirling her tongue around my swollen head each time she pulls back. Her innocent eyes never leave mine, wide and watering slightly as she takes me deeper with each bob of her head.
"You're a natural cocksucker," I growl, fisting her silky hair. "Look at you, Governor's precious daughter, on your knees with my cock stretching those pretty lips." The crude words make her moan, the vibration rippling through my length and drawing a feral sound from my chest.
I guide her head roughly now, her saliva dripping obscenely down my shaft as I fuck her eager mouth. When I feel my balls tighten, I wrench her off my throbbing cock, her cherry-red lips making a filthy, wet popping sound as they release me, connected to my glistening tip by a string of spit.
"Stand up," I command, helping her to her feet. "I want to see all of you."
I reach behind her to unzip her dress, the sound of the metal teeth parting like a whisper of sin. The fabric slides down her trembling body, pooling at her stiletto-clad feet. She stands before me like a Renaissance masterpiece—all ivory curves and delicate hollows. Her perfect breasts quiver with each ragged breath, rosy nipples pebbled and straining toward me, begging for the hot, wet prison of my mouth.
"You're fucking perfect," I growl, my voice a primal rumble as I lift her onto the table again, the polished mahogany cool against her feverish skin. "I'm going to make you come on my fingers one more time before I drag you to my bed and split that virgin pussy open on my cock."
Her eyes darken to midnight, pupils blown wide with carnal hunger as I plunge two thick fingers into her drenched, swollen sex. Her inner walls clamp around me greedily, a silken vise drenched in nectar. "Yes," she moans, her thighs falling open like the gates of heaven, exposing her glistening pink treasure. "Please, Luca. I need it so bad."
