“I want your body like hell, Veda. But I want what you’ve got on the inside, too. Want to know your thoughts; the reasons you do things. What makes you dance. I want to watch you get mad and turned on and cry.” Unable to hold back anymore, I give into the instinct to pump my hips, catching her off guard and earning me a hot, feminine whimper. “I want everything. All of you. All mine.”
She opens her shirt and unsnaps her bra with a seductive twist, leaving her tits bare, her legs spread, blonde hair fanned out like a beacon. There are two barriers lying between my ultimate possession of this extraordinary girl. My zipper and her panties. Although I realize there is the possibility of three.
“Have you had a man inside you before, Veda?”
The pink returns to her cheeks, hands dropping to fists on the limousine floor. She shakes her head no. “I knew it would be you. When you jumped down into the light on the roof, I knew you’d be the first.”
I slide lower along her pliant body, trailing my open mouth all the way down her exquisite belly, before lifting up her skirt, revealing her virgin pussy, the cotton underwear pulled so tight, I can see her grooves. “I think your father knew I’d be the first, as well.”
Veda’s legs attempt to shoot together, but I hold them open and calm her down by kissing the insides of her knees, licking along her inner thighs toward her center. I lower her panties and almost come at the sight of her pink flesh, so damp and soft looking. She’s watching me get my first look and whatever she sees on my face is exciting her. Good. The more excited, the better she’ll taste on my tongue.
“How many girls your age have had their pussy licked properly? Not very many, I’m guessing.” I toss the panties over my shoulder and get down on my stomach, settling her bent legs on either side of my neck, watching her stomach lift and fall with sexy little shudders. “Maybe right now, you don’t understand why that short skirt is such a taunt, but you will. You won’t feel the same in it after you’ve come on a man’s tongue.”
I swear to Christ, I could lay there forever looking at her between the legs. The longer I stay in that position, the pinker her cheeks are turning, the more her ankles move restlessly on my back. “Please,” she whimpers, probably with no idea what she’s asking for.
So I show her. Planting a kiss on top of her smooth mound, just to watch the blush deepen once more, I use two fingers to part her unfucked flesh. I can tell she’s holding her breath, but it releases in a near hysterical rush when I take my first lick. She actually tries to get away and although I can barely think around the exquisite taste of her, I realize in that moment, I’m desperate enough for more that I would imprison her, if necessary, to get at that tight cunt with my mouth. As it is, I’m gripping her thighs to keep them open, to keep her ass stationary, so I can get a nice, long suck of her clit.
“Ramsey,” she sobs, fingers curling in my hair. “I-I…oh God.”
That’s when I have her. Those to-die-for legs fall open in surrender, allowing me to lick my fill—although, I already know that will never happen. She’s so warm and fresh, the scent of some fruity, juvenile lotion hitting my nose, it’s a heavy realization that I’m screwed forever. Lust is so thick in my belly, it’s a wonder I don’t explode from the pressure there, in my balls, in my head. Must possess. Must take.
When I suck her clit between my lips, her hips rear up and I can no longer keep my fingers out of the action, especially if I’m going to ready her for what comes next. As in, I’m going to ride her pussy like a madman, as soon as she tells me it doesn’t hurt any more, from my first invasion. And fuck, I could soak the front of my briefs already just thinking about that skirt bunched around her hips while I pump, pump, pump, those sneaker-covered feet flopping up and down above my back.
Groaning at the image, I give her slick flesh my middle finger—and I release her clit with a curse. “Every part of you is going to be a challenge, isn’t it? That smart mouth, your mischievous mind…now this impossible-to-break-in pussy.” I try to twist my finger in a circle, but even that proves difficult. Reluctantly, I slip my finger free of her entrance and pick up the phone, dialing the driver. “Continue driving until you hear otherwise.”
I hang up before he gives me an affirmative answer, shoving my middle finger home inside Veda once more, drawing it in and out. “Ramsey,” she screams, bucking her hips. “That’s making me feel…”
Letting my mouth hover over her clit, I release a blanket of warm breath onto the wet flesh. “Making you feel what?” I flick my tongue out against the bud so many times in quick succession, the movement blurs. “Answer me.”