My brain buzzed from the six tequila shots I’d had before I called uncle. Georgia didn’t seem drunk at all. When she called the waitress over, ready to order shot number seven, I gave in.

The entire time we drank, we talked and laughed. One thing I learned was that not only was she drop-dead gorgeous, but she was witty. She’d be a deadly combination to my heart. I had to keep reminding myself that she was too young. I couldn’t let myself touch her.

City and Sunshine decided to drive us home. As I slid out of the car, Georgia followed, catching me totally by surprise.

“What are you doing?” I asked, turning around just as the rain began to fall.

“I live far and you’re closer to the bar.” Her body swayed in the raindrops. “I thought, in the morning, you could take me to get my car.” Her chin dipped before she averted her gaze. Her face was almost hidden by the wet strands of her hair¸ but I could see her smile.

My reply should’ve been, “Get your ass back in the car and sleep it off at Sunshine’s.” But that wasn’t the case.

I was horny and buzzed and her dress had started to soak through. As she stood there with her nipples erect, her outfit drenched, and my dick hard as a fuckin’ rock, I said, “Sounds good to me.”

Way to go, genius.

We weren’t even inside my house five minutes before our mouths collided. Fireworks went off behind my eyelids, the nerve endings in my body became hyperaware of her touch, and my buzz amplified when I tasted her.

Taking a step forward, I backed her up against the wall and kissed her with more force and need than I’d ever experienced before.

The coolness of our damp skin as our hands ravaged each other made her warm mouth even more delectable.

It wasn’t a sweet kiss.

No. There was nothing sweet about it—this was entirely primal.

My body craved her warmth, her taste, and her flesh. As her hands slid under my shirt and her fingernails raked across my stomach, my breathing faltered.

“Fuck,” I said, trying to find air to fill my lungs.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, digging her nails into my flesh.

Using my weight, I crushed her body harder against the wall, causing her hands to find their way to my back. They inched up my skin and rested on my shoulder blades.

We shared air, feeding each other with our lips, and passed it back and forth. I held her face in my hands as I ravaged her mouth.

I couldn’t take it any longer.

I wanted more.

I needed it.

My lips left hers, blazing a trail down her chin to her neck. When my tongue met her flesh, her nails raked down my back, scratching me. I cried out when my skin broke and the warm blood started to trickle from the cuts.

“Jesus, Georgia,” I said against her neck before tugging her skin between my teeth.

She hissed, tipping her head back and giving me better access. Her skin slipped between my lips and I tasted her flesh. I loved every minute of it—her softness, her warmth, her smell that was so intoxicating I couldn’t get enough. My hands trailed a path down her shoulders, finding her breasts with the sides of my thumbs.

“Wait,” she whispered and grabbed my sides.

“What’s wrong, baby?” My mouth moved past her collarbone, making a beeline for her cleavage.

“I can’t do thisss,” she stammered, tensing in my arms.

I dipped my tongue between her tits. “Can’t do what?” I asked, praying she wasn’t going to leave me hanging with a hard-on the size of a Louisville Slugger.

“We can’t have sex,” she yelped, trying to pushing me away.

I froze and my stomach plummeted, but not in that good flip-flop way. “Why not?” I stood up, looking her in the eyes. “You don’t want me?”

“It’s not that, Frisco. I want you more than I’ve ever wanted anyone.”

“I would never force myself on you. I just have to know why.” I backed away and dropped my hands from her body.

“Well, I’m a vir—” she started and looked up at the ceiling, exhaling slowly.

“No,” I groaned, shaking my head like a madman.

No fucking way.

“Yes,” she whispered before her head fell forward and she stared at the floor. “I’m a virgin, Frisco. I’ve been saving myself for the right man.”

Her words couldn’t be true.

I hadn’t kissed a virgin since high school, and she did not kiss like they did. Georgia screamed sex, and to think that no one had been inside her was unfathomable.

I clutched my forehead. “Wow.” I dragged my hand down my face, wishing she had been joking. How could this be happening?

“I know,” she whispered and looked at me with sadness in her eyes. “We can kiss; I’m just not ready for more.”

“It’s okay,” I told her and adjusted my cock in my pants. How could I be pissed?

“Do you hate me?” Her sad eyes found mine.

Please let this be a test and not the truth. “No, babe. I don’t hate you. I could kiss you all night and be a happy man,” I said, lying through my teeth.

She took a step forward, resting her hands on my arms. “We can fool around and kiss, but no fucking.”

I kissed her lips, gentler than I had before. “I can live with that.” I pulled my face away and wondered exactly what fooling around meant. “Can I touch your pussy?” It sounded more like I was begging her. Which I probably was at this point—but I’d never admit it.

She giggled, running her hands up my arms and tucking them inside my sleeves. “You can. I’m so horny I may explode at any damn second. Virginity is a bitch.”

“I’d have to agree.”

I tried to block out the knowledge that she was a virgin, but it was impossible. With more trepidation than I’d had since I was a kid, I kissed a path to her cleavage, finding the spot where she’d dropped the news on me.

Her breasts were perfectly lush and made to be touched. She clawed at my skin as I licked between her breasts, finding the raindrops that had settled there. My hands glided down her dress, settling near the hem.

Fuck.

The pressure of knowing she was a virgin had me on edge and uneasy. I kissed the tops of her breasts, nipping them with my teeth while I debated touching her pussy. Before I could make a decision, she placed her hand over mine, pulling our hands up her thigh.

“Don’t be afraid,” she whispered.

I swallowed hard, wanting to protest. I wasn’t scared, was I?

I hadn’t felt fear with a woman since the first time I touched one, but knowing that she hadn’t been with a man sure as fuck made me nervous. I wasn’t afraid I’d hurt her. I was afraid that once I tasted her sweetness, I wouldn’t be able to fucking stop.

With my face still planted in her cleavage, I murmured against her breast, “I’m not afraid, babe. I’m just savoring the moment.”

She spread her legs wider, begging without words for me to touch her. Sliding my hand between her legs, I cupped her pussy, feeling the warmth radiating through her lace panties.

My already rock-hard dick grew bigger inside my already too tight jeans. The poor thing was shit out of luck tonight. Georgia wasn’t going to be a wild fuck. If I was lucky, I’d get a hand job out of the deal or I’d end up giving myself one tonight to get some relief.

I pushed her panties to the side. She wasn’t just wet—she was dripping for me when I touched her.

She wanted this as much as I did.

As my fingertips glided across her silkiness, my eyes rolled back in my head. With the combination of her moans, the feel of her cunt, and the way my prick was about to break off, I thought I’d pass out. I’d never wanted to be inside someone as much as I wanted to be inside her with no chance of it ever happening.

I worked my way back to her mouth, needing to quiet her moans before I lost all control. I swallowed her gasp as I inched one digit inside her. I’d told women before that they were tight, but it had always been bullshit. Her pussy clamped down hard on my finger, and I knew there was no way in hell I’d get another one inside without hurting her.

My finger curled, touching her G-spot. I worked it in and out of her. Her back arched as her mouth grew slack against mine.

“Fuck yes,” she mumbled, spreading her legs wider.

I wrapped my arm around her, trying to keep her upright as I finger-fucked her.

Kissing her as a distraction wasn’t working. My entire body had grown tense and even more rigid than the cock in my pants. I needed to taste her, lose myself in her pussy, and lick my way to happiness.

I broke the kiss and let my finger slide out of her. “I have to taste you,” I told her before I dropped to my knees.

She nodded, staring down at me with her lips parted and bee-stung.

I set one of her legs on my shoulder, bringing my face directly in front of the place I wanted to bury myself in the most. Her breathing changed as my warm breath skidded across her panties. I should’ve removed them before I started to prop her up on my shoulder, but I wasn’t about to start over again. Before I drew her other leg up, I reached under her dress, grabbed the side of her panties, and pulled. There wasn’t time for formalities. They shredded easily, falling from her skin and pooling in my fist.

“Well, fuck.” She smacked her head on the wall and groaned.

I glanced up at her and winked. “I won’t let anything come between me and eating your pussy like my very life depends on it, Georgia. Just relax.”

She nodded, closing her eyes.

I steadied her, holding her ass a little tighter when I lifted her other leg over my shoulder, walking backward on my knees to get better access.

Using my shoulders to hold her up, I placed her dress over my head and moved in for the kill. Her scent hit me first, causing my mouth to water. There’s nothing sweeter than the smell of pussy.

As my tongue touched her wetness, I knew I’d never tasted something so divine. It was probably my imagination, but fuck me, I could’ve drunk at the fountain of Georgia and lived off it alone.

My fingertips dug into her ass and I licked her clit, stroking it gently at first. She shuddered in my arms, tangling her fingers in my hair. I regretted the position, wishing I had laid her down.

Her scent and smell made my brain cloudy with want. Finding her tight opening dripping with need, I cupped it in my tongue and swallowed each drop. The overly sweet liquid pooled in my mouth and mixed with my saliva.

I drove forward, licking harder than I had before, unable to control my desire. She writhed in my arms, pushing her pussy farther into my face. The damn dress was in the way of me seeing her face clearly. I wanted to see her come undone in my arms.

Within moments, her breathing changed and her body grew rigid. As her fingers gripped my hair like a vise, her body quaked and her breathing halted.

I didn’t let up, sucking her clit into my mouth and swirling my tongue around it as she rode the wave of ecstasy. When her body dipped and she sucked in a breath, I knew I’d done my job and done it like a fuckin’ champ.

I knew I’d never be in this position again—between her legs, drunk on lust for her. This was a one-time thing. I’d never fuck a virgin and be the asshole they regretted their entire life.

Slowly I placed her legs back on the ground and held her waist. She swayed, and I stood before her, transfixed. Her pupils were dilated, lips parted, and cheeks pinked in the afterglow I’d caused.

“You okay?” I asked before licking her wetness from my lips.

“Yeah.” Her voice was airy and light. “I couldn’t be better.”

I wanted to say that at least one of us was, but I kept my mouth shut.

As I backed away, she reached out and grabbed my hand. “Where ya going?”

“I don’t know,” I answered honestly. My only thought was to get away from her before my cock took over and I ended up trying to talk her into fucking me.

Her eyes dropped to the obvious bulge in my pants. “What about you?”

I reached in my pants, trying to get it to lay a different way. “I’ll be fine.”

“Frisco.” She pushed herself off the wall and took a step toward me. “I said I was a virgin, not a newbie. I can suck a mean cock.” A sinful smile spread across her face as she lifted an eyebrow. “Interested?”

My knees weakened at the thought of her beautiful red lips wrapped around my shaft, working me for everything she was worth. “Oh.” Seriously, she wasn’t a teenager. Why did I have a vision of her never being touched before in my head? Naturally, she’d done other things.

She kicked off her heels and dropped to her knees right in front of me. My heart stopped before it jumped back to life, beating uncontrollably.

She glanced up and grabbed my jeans, pulling me forward. Working the zipper like a pro before she yanked the denim down my hips and my cock sprang free, slapping her face.

Fuckin’ thing had a mind of its own, and it knew exactly where it wanted to be—nestled in her warm, sweet mouth.

She giggled, staring up at me when it continued to bob. After it finally stopped moving, her eyes dropped and she froze.

“Oh, someone has some jewels.”

“I wouldn’t call it jewelry.” I placed my hands on my hips and stared down at her.

“Whatever it is—” she reached out and touched my dick “it’s beautiful.”

While I loved the chitchat about my beautiful manhood, all I wanted was for it to be in her mouth. I didn’t want to talk about my ampallang piercing or all the things it could’ve done to her. I just wanted to come and feel the same ecstasy that still buzzed through her veins while I stood here in agony.

“You don’t have to do this.” I didn’t mean a fucking word. I didn’t want to say, “Just put it in your mouth already,” because that would make me a jerk, which I was.

She passed my hardened shaft back and forth between her palms and licked the tip. Motherfucking fireworks exploded in my head. My dick twitched, aching for more attention, and nudged her lips.

When she finally placed it in her mouth, everything in the world disappeared. I became lost in sensations. She worked my shaft in her mouth, caressing the tip with her tongue with each stroke.

I shuddered, trying to stop my body from swaying from the overwhelming need I felt. I couldn’t concentrate. She stroked my cock with both hands and sucked it like it wasn’t the first one in her mouth.

Don’t think about that.

I was a mess.

I didn’t want to think about her virginity, but I also didn’t want to think about every other loser she’d had in her mouth. I was at a complete and utter loss.

I pushed the thoughts from my mind and felt the orgasm building inside me. My balls tightened, my thighs burned, and everything inside me was ready to burst. Not even two minutes into the blow job and I growled through the most amazing orgasm of my life.

Through my hazy vision, I watched as her lips popped off my tip, causing my entire body to spring forward, instantly missing the feel of her tender skin on mine.

I stood there, unable to move or speak as I watched her swallow.

She wiped her lips, sucking her finger into her mouth.

Georgia was more than I’d ever imagined and everything I couldn’t have.

Tomorrow morning, I’d set shit straight and get on with my life.