Page 34 of The Teacher and the Virgin

Her fingers stilled.

“Enough. I can still taste you from earlier. I want more.”

Moving her hand out of the way, I settled between her legs, my shoulders keeping her open. I licked her juices from one inner thigh, then the other before putting my mouth right above her pussy.

Coming up on her elbows, she looked down her body at me. If I hadn't felt her virginal barrier when I'd had my fingers deep inside her, I'd think she was a temptress with her pretty nipples, her cream coated fingers, her musky, sweet scent surrounding me.

“Ever had a mouth on you before?”

I wanted to know that this pussy, all of it, was mine. And if someone had been there first, I'd make her forget his name.

She held her breath and I placed my hand on her lower belly, waiting.

“No,” she replied, frantically shaking her head.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

She nodded.

“Not yet. You're not ready.”

“I'm ready,” she argued.

“I have a big cock and you're going to be tight. I don't want to hurt you. You're going to come all over my tongue, get you all nice and soft for me so you can take all of me. Then, I'll fuck you.”

I was done with talking. I needed more of her taste.

Licking her from opening to clit, I knew she'd just ruined me. She was so sweet, so silky soft, swollen, plush and perfect. I wanted no other. Just Emma. Forever.

My only goal in life was to make her come, to give her pleasure she'd onlyeverget from me.

Then, I'd get my cock in her, nice and easy, and claim her. Make her come again.

Ruin her for all others, because this sweet pussy, this taste, was mine.

Mine.

With my hand on her belly, holding her in place—she liked to shift her hips about—I slipped two fingers of my other hand into her, felt for her G-spot. I knew I'd found it when I felt that little ridge just inside her entrance, but when her back arched and she cried out, I was sure it was a hot little button that would set her off.

Her skin heated beneath my palm, her ragged breathing turned into little pants, then breathy moans and finally all out cries of pleasure. Her fingers tangled in my hair tugged almost painfully, but I wouldn't stop until I had what I wanted: her screaming my name.

It didn't take long once I curled my fingers over her G-spot and began flicking my tongue over the left side of her clit. And when I sucked that little pearl into my mouth, she came apart, her juices coating my fingers, her thighs tightening on my shoulders. Her back bowed off the bed as she did, indeed, scream my name.

Shifting my own hips, I tried to ease my cock, but nothing would do it except being buried deep inside her. After bringing her down gently with soft licks, slipping my fingers from her and licking them clean, I sat back on my heels and stripped off my shirt. Her eyes fluttered open and watched me as I shucked all of my clothing.

And when I knelt before her, my cock curving thickly up toward my navel, her eyes widened.

“I don't know if I should be pleased by the look on your face or worried.”

Gripping the base, I stroked myself as pre-cum seeped from the tip.

Reaching into my discarded pants, I pulled out a condom, tore it open.

“You're… God, are all guys big like you?”

I paused rolling the condom down my length.

“You'll never know.” My tone sounded ominous, but I wasn't going to talk about other men when I had her pussy all wet and ready for my cock.

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