His Nasty Virgin

RENEE

I run my tongue over Mr. Harding’s cock one more time, amazed that he’s already fully hard again, and look up at him. God, he’s so damn sexy sitting there with that intense look in his eyes, like he wants to fuck and claim every damn inch of my body.

My legs are shaky, but I manage to scramble up onto his desk. Sitting before him with my knees spread wide makes me feel so damn powerful. I can’t help but want to tease this strong alpha. Knowing that I’m the one keeping him this tense and on edge, the one making him have that hungry look in his eyes, and the one keeping that giant dick in his heart is downright intoxicating.

I give him a wicked grin and sit back a bit more on his desk so I can place my feet on it as well. He watches my every movement, and when I lean back so I can pull my knees in close to my chest before spreading them wide, he lets out a primal-sounding moan that has my pussy getting even wetter.

“Do you see how much I need you?” I ask, keeping my knees spread wide as I bring my hands to my pussy.

“You’re making a mess on my desk, pet,” he growls at me.Têxt © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Good,” I purred, running a finger up my wet slit before slowly sliding it into my tight pussy. I finger-fuck myself while he watches. His jaw is clenched tightly, and the hunger and raw need in his eyes have me bringing my fingers to my swollen, achy clit with quickness.

“Such a fucking tease,” he murmurs, leaning closer as he roughly grabs onto my thighs, spreading me wider and holding me in place while he lowers his face to my bald cunt. Capturing my fingers in his mouth, he sucks them clean before biting me hard enough to have me snatching my fingers away. He laughs and gives me a wink before bringing his face back to my pussy. “I’m going to eat your virgin pussy, sweetheart, and then I’m going to fuck the hell out of it.”

“Yes,” I whimper, leaning back onto his desk and rocking my hips up to him.

He tightens his grip on my thighs, keeping me locked in place as he runs his tongue up my wet slit, lighting my whole body on fire. When he slides his tongue into me and starts to fuck me with it, I let out a gasp and reach down so I can lay my hands on top of his, clutching him tightly as he digs his fingers harder into the backs of my thighs.

“Fuck,” I moan when he slides his tongue out and gives each of my pussy lips a soft suck before licking and kissing his way to my clit.

He gives my clit a flick with his tongue and lets go of one thigh so he can slide a finger into my aching cunt. “Let’s see if you can make an even bigger mess for me, pet,” he murmurs against my pussy as he starts to rub somewhere deep inside me that has me moaning and rocking my hips as the intense feeling starts to grow.

“Mr. Harding,” I whimper not understanding what the fuck is happening to my body.

“It’s okay, pet, just relax for me. Let me take care of you.”

Knowing he’s in control has my body instantly relaxing, and when he wraps his lips around my clit and gives me a suck, I let out a gasp and clutch his hand even tighter, needing the connection to him to ground me as he starts to work his other hand harder, pushing me towards something that I never even knew was possible.

When he gives my clit another good suck, I scream his name as my entire body tenses and I’m overwhelmed with pleasure. My pussy clenches around his finger before I feel a hot gush of fluid leaves my body. I’m so caught up in the ecstasy of it all that I don’t even have time to feel embarrassed, all I can do is rock against him and take every damn thing he’s giving me until I’m gasping for air and shaking and whimpering incoherently on his desk.

He slows his finger down, finger-fucking me slowly while he gently licks and sucks on my clit, sending aftershocks of pleasure through me until my clit is so sensitive that I’m wiggling and trying to break contact, but he grips my thighs, spreading me wider and forcing me to be still.

“You will take what I want to give you, pet,” he whispers against my clit.

“Yes,” I moan, loving how damn dominant he is.

He runs his tongue over my sensitive clit as I let out a yelp at the mix of pleasure and pain. He teases me, licking and flicking my swollen, overused nub until I’m cumming again and feeling like I’m going to split into a million pieces and float right out of his office. He keeps his movements slow and soft, guiding me through the orgasm, controlling it with every flick and stroke until I’m shaking and gasping. Kissing my pussy one last time, he raises his head and I’m surprised at how soaked his face and neck are.

“Is that from me?” I ask, making him laugh as he unbuttons his shirt, revealing his muscled chest and abs to me. “Damn,” I whisper, eyeing all the peaks and grooves of hard muscle that I’m dying to explore with my fingers and tongue.

“Yes, it’s all from you, pet. I knew my perfect girl would be a squirter.”

I smile, making a mental note to ask him what in the hell that means later. Right now, I’m too busy watching this gorgeous man undress. When he’s naked, I run my eyes over him, hardly able to believe that this sexy, older man is about to pop my cherry. He steps closer and gives me a sinfully wicked grin. Fisting his cock, he teases me by slowly dragging his head along my wet slit before sliding it over my clit.

“Please,” I beg, rocking my hips and bringing my hands to my tits, kneading them in my hands while he watches me.

“Please what, pet?”

“Please fuck me, Mr. Harding. Give me that big cock of yours and make me your woman.”