"What's wrong, Ariana?"

I'm scared to death which is why I'm the last virgin left on the planet earth.

"Ummm, my father could come in any second."

So lame.

"Your father isn't coming home any time soon. He's on a date with Savannah's mother, although they're calling it some other shit to pretend that that's not what it is. And even if he comes home, the door to this room is locked, and we're consenting adults."

"I know, it's just weird."

"I'm going to make it not weird. I'm going to make it so that you're not going to give a flying fuck who's in this house."

"Where is this coming from?" I ask.

"What."

"You, me, this. You wanting me like this? I thought–"

"You thought wrong. This right here has been coming since the moment I walked behind your big beautiful ass up those steps. You telling me that your surprised by that. That you had no idea that I've been wanting to get my hand in between those thighs for weeks."

This man.

He just says whatever he feels like.

"To be honest, yes."

"Stand up."

"What?"

He swings my legs off of his lap.

"Stand up and stand directly in front of me."

I feel utterly ridiculous. I can't maintain eye contact with him. My hands are jittery. I don't think that I can do this. Not because I'm some sort of conservative prude that's waiting to hold onto my virginity for marriage, but because I don't know what the hell I'm doing. He's probably been fucking for half of his life and hasn't had a woman in years thanks to jail, and so now he wants to sleep with me of all people? That's way too much pressure. I'll never live up to his standards.

"That's good, baby. Now look at me."

I struggle to look at him, but when he spreads his legs and pulls me in closer to him by my waist, I feel a little more at ease. He doesn't say anything for a moment but just holds me. My breathing slows. I relax a bit more.

"Look at me," he demands. "I'm going to ask you this one last time. Are. You. Attracted. To. Me. Yes or no?"

"Yes," I exhale bravely.

"Does it feel good to you when I touch you? Yes or no?"

It takes me a moment but then I finally answer realizing what he needs from me. Why he's taking his time. He needs me to give him the words. To tell him that it's okay. So, I give him what we both need.

"Yes."

"Thank fuck. That's the right answer, baby."

He slowly slides my pants to the floor.

"Step out of them," he demands.

I'm nude from the waist down, and he's seated low on the sofa directly in line with my sex. I'm wearing a pair of butter yellow thongs which he aggressively tears apart with his bare hands. As the frilly fabric falls from my body I hear something tantamount to a growl come deep from within his chest.

He rubs and kneads my ass cheeks while kissing me gently on the navel, below my navel, and all over my thighs.

"I love this ass." He presses the words into my skin and my head falls to the side in bliss.

He uses his thumbs to gently pull apart the swollen folds of my labia and begins to lick. Soft laps at first. Then they grow hungrier. More desperate.

"I knew you'd taste this fucking sweet, Ariana."

I break out in a thin layer of sweat as the powerful sensations of his tongue massage me into a bliss that I've never known before. He palms the back of my ass with an even firmer grasp and pulls me in closer. Devouring me almost body and soul.

Then he starts to move his head in a back and forth motion, turning his tongue into a human vibrator, and I feel my knees about to give from under me. I fall forward, grabbing onto the sides of his head and hold on for dear life.

"Stone!" I cry out for him to stop or keep going. I'm not sure which.

"This is a good pussy," he damn near grunts with his mouth directly on my clit.

"I'm going to come."

My whole body is coiling and winding and building. I can feel energy coursing through my veins and pumping oxygen rich blood to my heart and my lungs.

"No, you're not," he tells me. "You're not going to come until I tell you to come."

Is he insane?

"But Stone–"

"Not until I give you permission. Now spread wider. You're closing up on me."

"I can't!" I exclaim breathlessly.

Bottle starts to scrape at the bottom of the door. Trying to get in. Great timing, girl. She thinks I'm in trouble.

Yeah, girl, I'm in big trouble.

I'm about to come and scream bloody murder in one damn minute, and then the whole block is going to think I'm in trouble.

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