My sweetheart is a virgin? My cock struggles to be let free inside my shorts. She looks so fucking beautiful against my chest, and I slip her hand into mine and she lets out a little moan. That’s why she came so easily that night. She’s a virgin, untouched by any other fucker’s hand, by their mouth, their cock.

She isn’t a sexual freak; she’s innocent and maybe a little confused.

There was no confusion when I had her clit between my fingers, sliding my digits up and down her pussy.

“Baby, you’re ready for me to have you, aren’t you?” I touch the hem of her shorts cautiously as my heart pounds inside the barrel of my chest. “You’re ready, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she says, looking at me with all the steadfast confidence I need from her. She knows what she wants, and she knows she wants it from me.

I slip my fingers up the hem of her shorts until I get to her panties, the white cotton panties she creamed when I brought her off earlier.

“You’re going to need a change of underwear now that you’re with me. I’m going to have you dropping your little panties left and right and they’re going to be too dirty to put back on.”

She lets out a sweet gasp as my fingers connect with her clit through the fabric.

“Enough for now,” I say, pulling my hand away. This is the best part. The fucking excruciating moments until I get to slide my entire length inside her dripping pussy.

We pull up to the curb outside my apartment building and I tip Danny an extra $100 and tell him to go home. I won’t be needing him any more tonight, because I have no intentions of seeing daylight until tomorrow morning. For tonight, it’s going to be me and Ava on my bed, in my shower, fuck, overlooking the setting sun against the curve of the Earth while I fuck her at the window in my living room.

“This is your place?” she asks, stepping out the car and putting her delicate hand into mine.

“Hell yes,” I say, striding to the front door and putting my hands out like I’m the fucking King of New York, because that’s how I feel. “I knew you’d be impressed. We’ve got all the modern amenities. Refrigerators. An elevator that works. Live-in super.”

She looks up and surveys the building, smiling. “I’m relieved. I guess I assumed that you lived in a penthouse with a 24 hour gym and concierge. This is much more down to Earth.”

“It was my parents’ place. I like it here. It’s comfortable. I don’t need anything more. Don’t get me wrong, I own other places, but they’re investments, and I’ll occasionally have a party at one of them. But day-to-day, I like it here better. And,” I add, “I technically do live in the penthouse. All it means is that it’s the top floor.”

We make our way into the lobby and see Eddie with his feet up, reading a newspaper like he always is. He peers over the top and his eyes light up when he sees my Ava.

“Hello, there!” he says, jumping to his feet and rushing over to shake her hand. “Welcome to my building.”

“I guess it technically is his building,” I say when she looks at me with a bemused expression. “He cares for it. He’s always the one to call when there’s a problem.”

“Nice to meet you,” she says, giving him a firm handshake. I’ve had my share of girls at the apartment, and none of them has been as kind to Eddie as she has. Most of them just walk right past him without saying hello. Granted, some of them were nice to him, but their interactions were icy. Like they were better than him. And that’s something I can’t fucking stand.

Just another check mark under the column Ava has marked “perfect.” Scratch that, there is no other column. Everything about her is a fucking ray of sunshine.

“There’s also laundry in the building,” I say as I take her hand and wink to Eddie. We walk to the elevators, and once we’re alone, I take her into my arms and kiss her hard and deep. “I think I’m going to be doing a lot of laundry with you around.”

“Huh?” she breaks away from me and cocks her head to the side. “You do laundry?”

“You didn’t think a man like me would do laundry? How else are we going to get all your dirty panties clean?”

The elevator dings and we fall back into it, a tangled mess of kisses, her body desperately pushing against my raging hardon. I want to take her right fucking now in the elevator, push her up against the wall and lift her little curvy body up onto my cock, sink into her and make her pussy spread and cream all over me.

But I fucking restrain myself, pulling her with me out of the elevator when it lands at the top floor with a ding, like she’s good and cooked and ready to be fucked.

I pull my keys out of my gym bag and we enter the apartment, and I don’t give her a second to look at the place.There’s going to be enough time later for a tour of the apartment.

“I’m going to be gentle with you at first,” I say, looking deeply into her eyes. “But not for long. Is that okay, sweetheart?”

She looks up at me, her eyes swimming with desire, and nods sweetly. Fuck, I don’t know if I’ve ever had a virgin before and I don’t give a shit, because I’m going to be her first and her last and she’ll be my last, and there’s nothing else I want than to be with her.

“That’s okay,” she says. “I can take it.”

“You’re a beauty.” I lift her up, my hands kneading her ass as I bring her legs around my waist and walk over to the bedroom. It’s easy to hold her, and it feels right. I don’t want to let her go, but we have to get out of the clothes separating our skin from each other’s.

I lay her down on the bed and she props herself up on her elbows. I’m already not wearing a shirt, and I stand there with my hands on my hips, relishing the sight of her in the glow of the orange and pink early evening sun pouring through the window of the 40th floor.

“Take your shirt off for me, sweetheart,” I command, my voice filling the room. My sweet little Ava shyly pulls her shirt up and over her head, blocking her full breasts from me. “Don’t hide from me. Show me.”

She slowly brings her hands down and leans forward, crawling toward me on the bed. Fuck, now she has her lips inches away from my crotch, her big eyes looking up into mine and her lips slightly parted with want, like she can’t wait to open up wide for my big dick.

“You’ve never done this before, have you?” I say gently. My fingertips brush a few strands of hair out of her face. “I know you young people have a different meaning for the word virgin. When I was young, a virgin was someone who’d never even been touched before. Now you young people have anal sex to preserve your virginity, making it all about a fucking technicality.”

“You’re right,” she says, licking her lips, her fingers trembling at my waistband. Fuck, I want to pull my shorts down and pop my dick into her mouth, the fucking muscle of sin buried deep between her pretty pink lips. “People my age do...things...to make sure that they’re still a virgin technically. I think it’s silly. What’s the point?”

“So you’ve never been touched before me?” I ask, my heart about to leap out of my fucking chest, break through my ribcage.

“No, never.”

“Have you ever seen a cock before, my love?” She leans forward with her hands and drags her pretty fingers over the muscles of my lower stomach, and down, like she’s scared.

“It won’t bite, sweetheart. Go ahead. At your own pace. Once you’re ready.”

It’s all I can do to not pull my cock out and throw her down on the bed, pulling her shorts down while she moans and rip off her panties to shove myself inside her wet, ripe cunt.

She looks up at me and blinks, a shy smile growing across her face. She pulls my shorts down slowly, and my throbbing cock bounces free as the elastic comes down past it.

“Fuck,” I groan, seeing her hand wrap up around me as she licks the precum leaking off the swollen purple head. Her tongue swipes across the sensitive area underneath my slit, delicately and carefully licking me clean like she’s trying to win some kind of fucking award.

“Is that right?” she coos, her tongue coming up along her upper lip to lick away some of my salty mess.

“That’s good baby. Really good. You go at your own pace.” I put my hands on the back of her head and rake my fingers through her hair, feeling her face push forward against my cock; her lips open up and squeeze around me, bringing it slowly into her mouth, her wet lips dragging along its length as it goes in. “Baby, that’s it.”

She pulls it back out carefully and licks up and down the length, making it all wet and shiny with her sweet mouth.

“You like doing this for me, don’t you?” I groan, my eyes in disbelief that I could have gotten this beautiful virgin into my bed.

“Yes,” she says, bringing her fingers around me and pumping. “Am I doing a good job?”

“You’re doing great,” I say. Her head comes down once more, her fucking perfect mouth working on my cock like she was born for it.

But I need to taste her pussy; I need to bring myself down into her and lap up all her sweet sweet nectar.

“Baby, take your mouth off it for a minute.” She slides me out of her mouth and looks up at me, her eyes wide with confusion.

“Am I doing a good job?”

“Fucking perfect, sweetheart. But there’s something else I want to do. Something more important, now.”

She sits up with her feet tucked under her, and I reach down to grab her ankles, pulling them forward so she falls back on the bed with a yelp, and I pull her feet toward me so her ass is hanging down off the bed.

“Oooh!” she moans, giggling as she wraps her legs up around my waist, my bare cock pressed up against the seam of her shorts.

“You like that baby, don’t you?” I nuzzle into her cunt with my prick, dying to be buried inside her.

My room’s never been hotter and sweeter and with more fucking desire in the air than right now. I throw her legs off my hips and kneel down on the floor in front of her, reaching my hands around the back of her small, curvy body to unclasp her bra. Her tits fall out and she arches her back, pressing her pussy closer to me.

“That’s right baby, you want to come and get it?” I groan, her body writhing on the bed. Fuck, it’s a perfect sight, and I stop to lean forward, taking both of her breasts in my hands, kneading the supple flesh and flicking her tiny nipples between my fingers.

“Yes,” she moans, her voice filling the air. “Yesss!”

“I’m going to have you screaming more than that, baby.” I make a trail of kisses up from her curvy little stomach to one of her nipples, carefully encircling it with my tongue. “Feels good, right baby? You like that,” I groan as her breath hitches inside her chest, her body trembling as she exhales.

“Yes,” she pants, her breathing coming in fast and light.

“Yes what, baby?”

“Yes, I like it!”

“That’s a good girl. I thought you’d like it. And I thought you’d like it from me. You like it from me, right, baby?”

“Oh god, yes!” she moans. My cock can’t take it anymore. Her sweet, innocent moans of pleasure are making my dick leak precum; it’s dripping onto the floor, and as much as I want her tongue to lap it up, her desire is flooding my veins like adrenaline. My fingers grasp the button of her shorts and slip it through its hole, and slowly pull down the zipper, letting her white cotton panties peek out from behind the little cut-off denim shorts.

I grasp the sides of her shorts and pull them down, taking the fucking panties with them. She isn’t expecting this, and her head pops up, her eyes fucking wide as a doe’s, but I push her down gently with my hand between her breasts and take in the fucking delicious sight of her pussy, giving her a starving grin as she falls back on the bed, her legs open slightly on the edge.