Page 12 of Forbidden Fruit (Sweet Treats 7)

“Mmmm,” she moans, the vibrations going through her mouth to run up my member. “Yesssss.”

Without prompting, the pretty brunette begins to take more and more of me down her throat. Her jaw stretches almost comically as her cheeks bulge, but she’s a pro. She breathes through her nostrils, straining, and is able to get just about all of my man meat down her gullet. Holy shit. How is this possible? Does she not have a gag reflex?

But eyes watering, the girl amazes me again. Inhaling deeply, she squeezes my balls and then finally, pushes forward once more so that my entire thickness is buried in her throat. It feels so good, and she begins sucking for all she’s worth, her delicate lashes floating shut to rest on those cheeks.

“Mmmm,” is her incoherent mewl of pleasure. “Unnnh.”

My head drops back as my body flames. Holy shit. I thought she was a virgin, and yet she’s giving me head like a professional. How is this possible? I close my eyes and enjoy the sensations for a bit, as my body begins to peak.

But as much as I want to explode in her mouth, this isn’t the right time because I promised to take her cherry. Slowly, I pull myself out of her mouth, and she gasps and coughs a little once I’m all the way out. My deep pink member is dripping and wet, and the girl merely slides another hungry glance at it, desperate to have it in herself.

But I stop her.

“Sweetheart, we need to use protection,” I say. “Are you on anything?”

She bites her lip and shakes her head, her brown eyes so soft and sweet.

“No, I’m not,” she whispers. “We had rubbers up in the room. I could go get them, if you want.”

I shake my head.

“No need, baby girl. I have some on me.” With shaking fingers, I reach for my wallet and pull it open. Fortunately, there’s a condom there from god knows when. It’s not expired, but I never expected to be using it now.

I meet her eyes again, my blue eyes seizing hers.

“Baby, do you know how to put a sheath on a man?” I ask gently. My voice is low and raspy, but I hope it’s understandable.

Her cheeks flush and she bites her lip while shaking her head.

“No, Daddy. Can you show me?”

I smile at her, shifting a bit in my seat because my arousal is almost painful at the moment.

“I can, baby girl. Now, I want you to take the rubber out,” I say, handing her the foil packet. With trembling fingers, she takes the square out of my hand and rips the packet open. Then she pulls the circle out and stares at it, eyes still wide.

“That’s the tip,” I say, indicating with a motion of my head. “Now roll it down my length, sweetheart. Slow and steady. You can do it.”

She gasps, her eyes still wide.

“Will it fit though? It seems too small!”

I laugh hoarsely.

“I got a Magnum, sweetheart. It’ll fit. Just go slow, and you’ll see.”

Biting her lip again, she lines the rubber up with my throbbing pole and begins rolling it down my stiff shaft. Oh fuck. Her hands are so soft and gentle, and the sweet, stroking motion almost makes me lose it. But I have to hold on because this is not the time to explode.

Finally, she gets the rubber all the way to my base and licks her lips.

“Like this Daddy?” she asks innocently.

I nod, jerking my chin.

“Yes, but now take it off.”

She gasps, staring at me again.

“But you said we needed protection!”

My shaft jerks, dripping uncontrollably inside the latex material.

“We do, sweetheart, but not tonight. I need to feel you on me, skin to skin. I need to sample that pink sweetness bare and raw. Can you do that for me? Please baby. I need it so bad.”

I can’t believe I’m begging because I’m not a man who begs. I’m a man who commands and asserts himself. Sometimes, I’m even dominating in the right circumstance. But somehow, this sweet, creamy teen has me doing things I’d never thought I’d do. My pole quivers between us, the tip seeping into the well, and she bites her lip with hesitation.

But then she nods.

“Okay, but do you promise to pull out when the time comes?” she asks in a whisper. “It’s the only way to be safe.”

I bend and capture her mouth for a kiss. The curvy brunette tastes like strawberries with wine, and I can’t get enough.

“Of course, baby girl. I’m more than happy to pull out when the times comes. It’s going to be fine.”

With that, she nods and slowly strips the rubber off me. Oh god, it feels even better coming off as her small hands slick against my throbbing shaft, and I let out a deep, guttural moan.

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