Page 22 of Love at First Slice
“Abby,” I croaked, but my naughty little virgin didn’t stop. She leaned forward, quelling a deep animal sound from somewhere deep inside of me when her tongue swirled around my tip. “Fuck,” I cursed, and my knees quivered, almost buckling.
“Look at you,” I muttered, bringing my thumb to her bottom lip, dragging it across slowly until it bounced back into place. “Prettiest thing I’ve ever seen, and you’re on your knees for me, looking at my cock like it’s a goddamn lollipop.”
“Mark.”
“Lick me,” I ordered gently.
Her hazel eyes dropped to my length, and I could see her trying to figure out how she would fit it in her mouth. Fuck, I was so hard, throbbing in her hand. Her breathing near me wouldsend me over the edge. Her hands moved, and I swear my dick wept as I watched her cup her tits before she reached behind her and undid her bra. All without being told.
Her breasts were magnificent. Round and softly tanned yet lighter than the rest of her. Large dark areolas and tightened nipples stood at attention as they jiggled. Seeing the tan lines of her body felt like a privilege. Not that I got to enjoy the sight for long.
Abby wrapped her hand around the base of my cock, and when her small fingers didn’t close around me, I fucking throbbed. Her pretty, pink tongue stuck out and licked the pearl of fluid that settled on the tip. A sound echoed in the room, one I didn’t recognize but realized was coming from me. My hand moved to the top of her head, stroking her soft dark tresses.
“Just like that, baby,” I praised. Fuck, her mouth felt like my very own heaven.
“Mmm,” she moaned. The vibrations settled at the base of my balls. Then Abby opened her mouth, taking the crown in between her lips, and my ass clenched.
“Fuck!” I cursed.
It was heaven and hell. Her wet warmth enveloped me. She might have been inexperienced, but she more than made up for it with her enthusiasm. My toes curled, and a tingling sensation started to quiver at the base of my spine. There was no way I would last any longer, and I’d be damned if I came in her mouth like some kind of one-pump chump before even making her come at least three times. I pulled her head back by gently tugging her hair, loving the way those eyes that looked greener in that moment than brown gleamed up at me.
“Did I mess up?” she asked.
“No, not even close,” I gritted through my teeth.
I kicked off my shoes and pants. The entire time, my sexy Abby kneeled in front of me, staring up at me topless while stillwearing that naughty skirt. One day soon, I would want her just like that again, while I jerked off and gave her a pretty, little pearl necklace.
One day, but not tonight.
Not when I would be taking all her firsts for myself.
Once I was naked, I bent and picked her up. “What are you—" Her hands wrapped around my neck as I held her like a groom would his bride. My gait lengthened as I made my way to my bedroom.
“You felt too damn good.”
“Isn’t that the point?” she playfully sassed. My cock felt like a flagpole in front of me.
“You’re trouble, little girl,” I growled.
“I don’t think anyone’s ever called me trouble before.” She was preening. It was obvious she had taken it like a compliment, like I’d meant it.
“Hmm, I don’t know. Somehow, I think it fits you, little girl.” I was ready to spend a lifetime finding out just what kind of trouble she was. The best kind would be my guess. My favorite kind of trouble.
“I like when you call me that,” she said softly.
I didn’t miss the way her bottom squirmed under my arms. My Abby was horny, and I was the man, the only one if I had anything to say about it, who would be taking care of that need. All her needs, if I was being honest.
“Good.” I winked and kicked open the door of my bedroom. Her eyes widened, and she giggled.
“You weren’t kidding about needing me in your life,” she teased.
I scanned my bedroom. It wasn’t a pigsty, but it wasn’t neat and orderly, either. My bed was unmade, and the shirt I’d tried on before settling on the one I’d worn was tossed over mydresser. Not to mention, my sneakers and gym crap I’d worn earlier were sitting on the floor next to the hamper.
But when I turned to look at Abby, almost as if she felt my eyes on her, her attention returned to me, and I couldn’t help the words as they tumbled past my lips.
“In more ways than one.” Her pretty lips parted. Her gaze turned hazy, and a hand rose and cupped my face. “Mark.” I slowly set her on the ground just at the edge of my bed. “Abby, I want you to know if you wanna slow down, that’s ok. We don’t—“ Her fingers settled lightly on my lips.
“I’m standing topless in front of you with a pair of panties so wet I’m surprised they haven’t melted off my body yet. What makes you think I’m not sure?”
