“Gabe,” she breathed, voice becoming hoarse. “Hmmm…”
She let her head fall backward over my left shoulder as she arched her back, her perky breasts pointing towards the ceiling. Her eyes slipped closed as her hips moved. Her straight white teeth bit into her lower lip. She was gorgeous with her desire. Passionate. Easily aroused. Perfect.
Her plaid skirt pooled around her waist, and I impatiently tugged at the thin string of her lace panties and ripped them off. The small scrap of fabric was redolent with her scent and ruined with her arousal. I tossed it onto the floor. She started to thrust her hips toward the ceiling as two of my fingers began to draw invisible circles on her clit. It poked out, swollen and eager, just for me.
“Finger me, please,” she begged, and I felt a surge of pride run through my veins. She was so naughty, so bold.
I’d give her what she wanted, this time, but she’d soon learn who was in charge. I slipped two fingers inside her and began to carefully work them in and out, avoiding that thin membrane that proved her virginity. I was going to tear through that, but with my cock. Her breathing became ragged as I took my sweet time exploring her internal walls. This was her first time. She needed to experience the best and I was going to give it to her.
Careful not to finger fuck her too deep, I folded my fingers into the shape of a hook to reach a different part of her, that swollen ridge of flesh that made her purr. Her eyes flew open and when I started to move them in and out again, keeping the curled position, her moans turned into screams, and she started to shiver against me. Holy hell, she was so responsive. With her thrusting her hips, she was unknowingly rubbing my dick. I wouldn’t be surprised if we finished together, and that was with my pants on. I knew pre-cum stained the front of them. I was too eager for her.
“I’m gonna come, Gabe…I’m gonna come,” she moaned, and right then and there, I pulled my fingers out of her.
She whimpered, then arched her back. Unfulfilled. That’s right. I’d make her come, but I wanted her to know it would be with my dick deep inside her.
Yeah, I wasn’t done with her yet. I’d only just begun.
Chapter Four
Mary
“Not yet, little girl. You don’t get to come yet. You’ve been taunting me these past few days…” Gabe began, as he lifted me off his lap to stand, then turned me so our eyes met. “Such a bad girl.”
I towered over him, yet I kept my gaze turned down and I felt so small before him. His knees were spread, and I could see his erection trying to burst out of his pants. He rubbed his hand up and down his groin, stroking his manhood, but his azure eyes never left mine.
With every passing second, I could feel the aching need in my pussy. After he’d been rubbing my clit and fingering me impatiently, all I wanted was his full dick inside me, thrusting in and out until I screamed his name. I’d almost come and that had just been from his fingers. I touched myself to get off, but it had never been like this. I shouldn’t have told him I was on the verge of finishing. Damn it. Because then he wouldn’t have pulled his fingers out and stopped assaulting my clit, and now, I’d have to wait, and I was an impatient girl.
“Stand in the corner and show me that ass of yours,” he said, reaching around to rub the cheeks of my bum. My skirt had fallen back over it, but it seemed almost illicit to have him cup me from beneath.
“B-But…” I began, confusion and disappointment tingeing my voice. “I-I t-thought…” I thought we were going to have sex! Wasn’t that the obvious next step after fingering?
He slapped me on the ass with his big palm. He fucking spanked it. And it felt so goddamn good. The sharp sting, the way it morphed into heat.
“I’m going to teach you the value of patience, my little tease,” he said, his hand still stroking my behind. I was hotter and wetter with every stroke and touch. That feeling in my pussy was building up again, and it was just getting to be too much to handle…but in a very good way. I squirmed before him. I liked–loved–what was happening. It was so much different from masturbating and pleasuring myself. Yes, I got wet and hot each time, but the excitement and thrill of being controlled weren’t there. And Gabe was really controlling me. The corner?
I wanted him to fuck me already, but he wouldn’t. I wanted him to eat me out, he’d be really good at it, his tongue and mouth on my pussy. I wanted to strip him of his clothes and see his naked body, to see what his dick looked like, to see how big it was. Judging from the strain in his pants, it was huge and it was going to rip me in two. I wanted sex. I didn’t want to be a virgin anymore. I wanted to finish and come. I wanted all of that but I fucking had to wait. He didn’t want this to be about taking my V-card. No, he was making this about so much more or we would have been done by now.