Cherry Popper(4)

She needs to cum and she’ll be better. “Finger fuck yourself while you rub your clit with your thumb.”

Her upper body curls upward and she inserts one, and then two fingers, slowly moving them in and out. “Faster, Em. Keep your eyes closed and imagine it’s me moving inside you.”

She does as I tell her and I increase the speed of my hand pumping my cock to match hers. I watch her fingers glide in and out of her pussy, picturing it as my dick. “I wish that was me fucking you instead of your fingers.”

“I do too. So. Much.”

“I can’t stand it, Em. I have to taste you.” I grab her wrist, bringing her fingers to my mouth, inserting both. Sucking them clean. “You. Are. Delicious.”

I look between her legs and wrestle with giving in. The struggle is real. I want it so much––to bury my mouth in her pussy. A sample from her fingers isn’t enough. I want to tongue fuck her hole and then thrust my cock inside so I can fill her with my cream, my seed, until it flows out and trickles down her crack into a puddle on the bed.

But I don’t. And I can’t recall a thing in my life ever being so hard to resist.

I take her fingers from my mouth and return them to her clit. “Rub it, Em. You need to cum and I want to watch.”

I wish I could touch her. Lick her. Be the one to completely own her orgasm. Just one more week, Westbrook. You’ve hung in there this long. You can make it seven more days.

“Tell me when it starts building, baby.” I want to go there together. Make this feel as much like the real thing as possible.

She nods as she pants. “OK.”

Her eyes are locked on mine and for a moment I forget it’s my hand squeezing my cock instead of her tight little body. “I can’t wait to be inside you.”

I reach for her knee with my free hand and wrap one leg around my waist. Helps it feel a little less like masturbation. Her other leg comes around my waist and she locks her feet behind my back, pulling me closer.

One thrust and I could be inside her. Owning her. Making her mine.

“Oh, God, Ben. It’s starting.”

Hearing your girl tell you she’s about to orgasm will tighten your balls when nothing else will. “Me too.”

She rises to prop her body weight on a single elbow. “I want you to cum on my pussy, Ben. And if there’s enough, on my face, too.”

“Goddamn, Emma.” I’ve never had a girl ask me to cum in her face but it’s fucking hot as hell.

“Will . . . you?” She’s close. I hear it in her voice.

“Fuck, yeah. I’ll do it.” I’ll shower her with my semen if it’s what she wants.

I jerk faster while feeling stoked that Emma isn’t timid about my jizzing on her since I plan to do it often. “Ready?”

Her eyes are glued to my dick as she watches, her eyes filled with utter fascination, as the first stream of sticky white cum jets out between her legs. One squirt and then the second. She watches with wonder as she opens her mouth and holds out her tongue. A third and fourth pulsation squeezes another stream from my balls, and I quickly aim upward, splattering cum across her mouth, tongue, and chin. “Who do you belong to, Em?”

“I’m yours, Ben.”

Motherfucker. She looks good wearing my jizz. The only place I’d like it better is inside her cunt.

Her tongue darts out and licks the splatter across her lips. “Mmm . . . sweet and salty. I’ve never tasted anything like it before. I love it.”

“That was beautiful, baby.” The wonder in her eyes. The fascination in her expression. The satisfaction in her smile. My heart wants to explode. This is her first sexual encounter and I was privileged enough to be part of it. I can’t even begin to imagine what fucking her will be like. I’m not sure I can take it if it’s much better than this.

She wipes a splatter from her chin and licks it from her finger. “I want your dick in my mouth next time so I can drink it.”

Fuck, this girl is going to kill me. Virgins aren’t supposed to say things like that. “Next week. Promise.”

She puts her hand between her legs and rubs the thick white cream on her folds. I wish it were me doing it. Marking her. “You do know that stuff you’re smearing around down there has my boys swimming in it, right? It’s their job to move upstream and make a baby.”

She smiles and nods. “I know.” What the hell? She wants my baby?

I lower my body to kiss her mouth and catch a whiff of my musky fragrance, my brand, on her skin. “I love how you smell like me.”

“Me too.” She rubs her hand across my chest. “Now you smell like us.”