She’s delicious. Even with the bit of sexy fucking lace between us, I can taste her. And the way she’s bucking her hips into my face, begging me with pathetic little pleases, she’s going to fucking destroy me.

And something in me snaps.

I pull back and pull the lace so hard the fabric rips in my hands. There’s shock in her eyes as she looks up at me, but there’s something darker, sexier, an arousal that’s more important than I’ve ever known.

I’ve always expected woman to be turned on by me. Not because I’m stuck up, but because they all are. Either because of my money, my body, my drive, my power, something speaks to all of them.

But Emma seems so delicate, so pure. She’s genuinely excited by me, not faking it for fun, not telling me she’ll do anything not to get fired, not playing fucking mind games. She’s just in too deep, too excited and turned on to think straight.

And I need more from her.

I need everything she can give me.

First, I want her to come on my lips, my name springing from hers.

Dropping the shreds of her ruined panties, I plunge my face into her sweet, hot, wet little pussy, desperate to taste her wholly, without the barriers between us.

She cries out as my tongue finds her clit and turns rough circles around it. My hands slip under her thighs and find her perfect, pillowy breasts. They’re so much larger than that stupid bra led me to believe. She’s easily a D cup, but that stupid thing bound her up to look like a B cup at most.

Not that size is all that important. They’re beautiful, pink-tipped tits that clearly pleasure her very much. Which I love. My fingers roll her nipples gently, bringing them to stiff peaks as she whimpers her pleasure and excitement. Her body is shivering as my tongue demands a response from her clit.

With her legs over my shoulders, I feel her body tense up as I put too much pressure on her clit. Good. I want to make her squirm.

“Kieran…” My name leaves her lips like a prayer, and I dip my tongue inside her. She’s so god damned tight. So sweet, so perfect. Every bit of her is wet, silky, responsive. Her belly twitches as I run my tongue from her entrance to circle her clit again.

Her fingers find my head, my hair, and she holds onto me like the Earth might swallow her up if she lets go. Then, her hands drop to her pussy, and she spreads her lips for me. My cock surges so hard I feel beads of moisture building up. There’s something so sexy about her hands on herself, parting her for me, allowing me deeper into her inviting depths.

My tongue attacks her clit as my fingers tug her nipples and release them. She’s perfect, an instrument tuned perfectly to my fingers and tongue.

And as I suck her clit gently between my lips and tickle the tip of it with my tongue, I feel her muscles bunching up, gathering like she’s a spring about to burst. Her panting breaths become little whimpers and moans of pure pleasure and excitement. Under my wrists, I feel her heart pounding at her ribs.

She’s there, teetering on the edge of oblivion.

With a quick change of pace, I bear down on her, needing to taste her orgasm. And she explodes, her whole body shuddering as she lets out a long moan of pleasure. A flood of sweet moisture coats my chin and I enjoy how warm she is, how sweet. There’s an edge to her sweetness, a tart flavor that’s uniquely hers. It’s perfect, and I’m so fucking hard I feel like I’m about to burst. Never has giving pleasure been so pleasurable to me.

As her jolts become fewer, I feel her relaxing into the blanket, melting into a puddle of contentment and joy. With one last kiss on her still-pulsing clit, I enjoy how she whimpers and struggles. Of course she’d be too sensitive to touch. That’s part of the fun of kissing her again.

As I lift up over her, she looks up at me, a tired smile on her lips. I unbutton my shirt with quick fingers while she watches me, a sudden shyness in her eyes. My pants follow my shirt, and I lower my weight on her. Her arms come up and her hands grip my shoulders. The shyness in her eyes bothers me, until I realize what she’s doing.

She pulls my head down and her lips meet mine. I kiss her back as her tongue slips out to trace my lips. She’s tasting herself. The thought of it makes me groan in pleasure.

My cock pulses and I adjust the tip of it against her. Her hips tilt, welcoming me as I slide in just a bit. She’s warm, wet, impossibly tight, and I see something like fear in her eyes. But I’m too far gone to ponder why she might be afraid. I’m big, but she’s soaking wet. Her body is ready for me.

With my lips on hers, I kiss her hard.

As I slide home, I feel the resistance of her body and something nags at me. But I push, gently, loving how her body widens just enough to accommodate me. Her heart pounds against mine as her arms come around my shoulders as she holds me tight.

She feels like a dream, wet and hot, tight perfection. But when she leaves my kiss to talk to me, I swear I’ve died and gone to heaven.

“Your cock feels amazing,” she mumbles, planting another little kiss on my lips. As if my cock knows, it pulses inside her and she lets out a little yelp of pleasure and shock.

“You taste so good,” I tell her, needing her to know how close I got while just licking her pussy. Impossibly close, actually. And now, struggling to push home in her, I’m closer and closer with every passing second.

“It’s so much,” she moans, her eyes closing as I push deeper. Her face twists in pain, then relaxes as I ease off a bit. She’s soaking wet and I push again. Her body opens enough to allow me to sink fully home. Her eyes open again, and she looks up at me, shock and that shyness building up again.

“Thank you,” she whispers, her tongue following the curve of my lower lip.

“Don’t thank me yet,” I tell her, needing to stop a moment so I don’t lose it. I’ve got more control than this. This sweet woman’s pussy isn’t going to destroy me.

I pull back, needing a better angle. “On your knees,” I tell her. She obeys, her perfect ass in the air as she stretches her arms before her in a position of total surrender. When she looks back over her shoulder, I’m lost.

With her perfect ass in my hands, I push into her pussy, feeling the tightness ease a bit as I push all the way to the hilt. She yelps, the sound all pleasure with an edge of shock.

“Play with your clit,” I tell her, needing her to enjoy this as much as I am.

I feel her fingers as she does as I told her. Her motions are quick, desperate, and I know she’s already on the edge, teetering once more.

And I begin a punishing pace, one that’s designed to put the perfect amount of pressure on her g-spot. She’s crying out, mewing with pleasure, her mind gone as she listens to her body. It’s beautiful, watching her glance back at me as if assuring herself this is really happening.

This is what I needed. This. Her, wild and free, at the mercy of her body and my cock. She tosses her head back, still mewing with every thrust of my cock into her tight little pussy. She feels like a dream, hot, wet, silky, perfect.

And as I feel her body begin to clench, I know that her orgasm is going to drive me over the edge. I’m going to come with her.

She’s going to give me something new, something I’ve never enjoyed before, a tandem orgasm.

She lets out a little shout as her body gives and her pussy pulses. Every clench of her pussy milks my cock, and I feel the warmth spread through my balls before exploding through me and into her, like I’m transferring the very sense of my being into her.

Her body is begging for more, squeezing me like she’s desperate for every last drop. Now, and only now, do I think about the lack of protection. I broke my main rule, never without a condom.

The pleasure of the moment is ripped away and I pull back, out of her, my cock sill dripping beads of come.

“What’s wrong?” She’s looking back at me, no doubt reading my absolute horror as something to do with her.

“Please tell me you’re on the pill and clean,” I say, suddenly angry with myself. I’m a fucking idiot. I don’t know this girl. She could be a walking VD for all I know. And what if I knock her up?

Shit.

The look of hurt on her face is like a strike in the face. “I’m on the pill.”

“Clean?” I ask, hating this. But I need to know.

And she pulls away, retracts in every way possible, physically, mentally, emotionally. “Yeah,” she mutters quietly as if to herself.

“When were you tested last?” I ask, needing to know, really know, not just hear the words.

She looks at me, anger sparkling in her eyes. “Never,” she says, and my heart sinks to my toes.

“Then how… do you know?” I ask, but I know the answer. She was so tight. So very, painfully tight…

Oh Shit.

I reach out to touch her, but she shrugs me off.

“Don’t.” her voice is cold. “Just go.”

Fuck.

I get dressed, watching her as she stares up at the stars, her face unreadable. Without a word, I get up and make my way to my truck. I’m not going to apologize. I regret nothing. I didn’t know she was a virgin. Sure, I screwed up and didn’t use a condom, but she’s on the pill. No harm, no foul.

So why doesn’t it feel right to be walking away like this?