Mister Booze does his job with Tatum, erasing her fears and sending her into celebration mode. She tells Alexa to play “That Thing You Do,” and the catchiest song ever gets her dancing around the room. I watch her bounce and wish I could get my hands on her wonderful curves, but she needs to return to me. Not only because Tatum is a nervous virgin ready to run, but because my dick is so hard that I’m unsure if I’m capable of standing with the damn thing.

“I’m taking off my shirt!” Tatum cries. Moments later, after struggling to free herself from her top, she throws it at me. “I’m shirtless! This is my bra, Chipper! This is my white bra, and it’s B-sized. I’m a thirty-four B! How do you like them apples?”

“I’m a big fucking fan of those apples,” I murmur before popping the button on my jeans. “I have to free my dick or else the fucking thing will break in half.”

“I’ll take off my pants too,” she says, shoving down her sweatpants. “I am now in my underwear, and I’m not ashamed. These are my legs and my breasts, and they have freckles on them. I am a giant fucking freckle!”

Tatum’s drunken gibberish has me laughing so hard that I nearly can’t get off my jeans. Her jumping up and down like a hyper cheerleader isn’t helping either.

“You’re so beautiful,” I say, unable to help myself. Mister Booze leaves her unconcerned about compliments. She only hears the music and sees a bouncing world.

“Chipper Wilburn is my boyfriend, and he doesn’t wear a shirt!” she announces, dancing my direction. “He isn’t a hairy bear! He isn’t a hairless boy! He’s just perfect!”

“Can’t argue with your logic, Breezy.”

Her gaze finds me, and she smiles gloriously. “You are a brilliant man.”

“Again, you’re not wrong. My brilliance is why I deserve a woman as perfect as you.”

“Perfect?” Tatum says and snorts. Whipping off her bra, she swings it over her head. “I’m armed with a bra now. Are you afraid of what I might do with it?” she asks, swaying her hips in my direction before climbing onto the couch. “I think I should tie you up and ravage your body.”

Straddling my legs, she shakes her bra up in front of my face and then throws it across the room. “No, wait, bondage can wait. I want your hands free.”

I take the hint and use my hands to explore her soft, pale skin. Tatum stops squirming when my fingers slide along her back, around her waist, and finally cup her sweet, perky tits.

“Chippy,” she sighs, leaning back and jutting her tits forward for my display.

My thumbs tease her hard nips. Each stroke makes her hips buck until I’m nearly ready to jizz my pants.

“My dick is so hard,” I groan, finally freeing the bastard.

Tatum startles me by rolling off my lap and resting on the couch. “So this is your penis,” she says, leaning on her elbows and giving my dick the evil eye. “I’m not afraid of you.”

Struggling not to laugh at her silly babble, I whisper, “He likes you too, so don’t be afraid. He likes when pretty girls pet him.”

“Did Chevelle pet him?”

“Who?”

Tatum grins at my response before a very serious expression takes over her face, and she reaches out for my dick. Rather than caress it, she pokes the beast.

“Does your anaconda want my buns, hon?” she asks, snickering at her joke. “How will it fit inside me?”

“We’ll find out soon enough.”

“And these are your testicles, huh?” she asks and cups my balls. “They’re heavy. Full of sperm for baby making.”

As much as I love her teasing, I groan at the feel of her touch. “Tatum, I’m about to come without getting anywhere near your sweet pussy. If that’s your plan, keep at it. If not, why not straddle me again so I can see your sweet tits.”

Letting go of my balls, she rises up on her knees and grabs her tits. “These are what you want, huh? What are you planning to do with them?”

“I want to suck those pink nipples until your pussy is hot and wet enough for my dick to claim.”

“Sounds like a plan,” she murmurs and straddles me. “I’ve never had anyone lick my nipples before. Show me how it feels.”

Tatum rests her palms on my knees and arches her back. I sigh at the sight of her pale pink nipples waiting for my lips. I give each one a long, wet, claiming lick. Moaning, Tatum responds by grinding her crotch against mine.

“Fuck,” I growl, wrapping an arm around her waist and lifting her enough for me to shove down my boxers. If I don’t come soon, I’m fairly certain I’ll fucking die. I can’t imagine the shame my family will suffer if a lack of sex kills me.

Still holding her around the waist, I latch onto one of her pretty pink nipples and suck hungrily. My free hand goes to my dick, stroking it.

“Chipper,” she groans, gripping my hair and grinding her panty-covered pussy harder against my hand holding my dick.

I slip my finger under her drenched panties, pushing them aside, so her wet slit now rolls against the shaft of my cock. Tatum throws her head back and moans so loud I think she might be coming. I realize my knuckle and her clit are going at each other in such a frenzy that it won’t be long before she orgasms on my lap.

I return my lips to her tit and suck at the nipple. Between her legs, I tease her clit until she fists my hair and screams with pleasure. Honest-to-goodness hollering at the top of her lungs as her pussy gushes hot liquid on my balls. I can’t believe how hard she comes. Tatum is out of control, writhing on my lap, begging for more.

With an easy tug, I tear off her panties and toss them aside. My hand leaves my cock and her pussy long enough to cup her ass, guiding her hips upward. Tatum sways, still moaning, so focused on her pleasure that I don’t think she even feels the head of my cock until it’s an inch inside her.

“Oh,” she groans, shoving downward and filling her body with a hard grunt. “Oh,” she says again.

My lips find hers. Tatum groans into my mouth, and I feel her smiling. Her pussy clenches possessively around my cock, teasing it, but I’m beyond foreplay. I need to come, or I’ll fucking die.

Hands gripping her hips, I guide them to roll fast and hard against mine. In an ideal world, our first fuck wouldn’t be as quick and probably not on the couch. I also wouldn’t come two minutes after my dick first enjoys the velvet heat of her pussy. Screw ideal, I’m horny as fucking hell, and this woman drives me crazy in a way only she can.