His Nasty Virgin

“Good girl.” Shane reaches over and grabs the

throw, pulling it over us and covering me from the neck down. I tense, but he just picks up the remote and puts the movie back on, restarting it.

I frown at the television. “I thought you said we weren’t done.”

“We aren’t. Sit back and relax.” He bands an arm around my waist, urging me to lean more comfortably against his chest.

I try. I do. But he’s so hard at my back and I’m surrounded by him, his big arms holding me to him, his mouth tracing lazy patterns on the side of my neck, his hand…

He barely lets it get through the opening credits before he’s palming my pussy again. “How many times did we watch movies over the last two years?”

I hold perfectly still, my legs quivering from the effort. “Not like this.”

“No, not like this.” He traces a blunt finger around my opening. “You’d have to be feeling particularly brave to sit down here in nothing more than a throw blanket and watch a movie and expect me not to do anything about it.”

“Mmm.” I hiss out a breath as he circles my clit. “You’d have to think of a good reason to get me on your lap to take advantage of it.”

“I’d trip you.” He laughs roughly in my ear. “Clumsy girl, landing right where I want you. I’d try to help you get on your feet, of course, but then I touch this pussy and it’s all over.”

“Or… Maybe you wouldn’t have to play games, Shane.” I finally move, running my hands down his arms until my hand is over his where he’s touching me. “Maybe I’d take your hand and guide it right where I’m aching for you.”

He nips my earlobe. “Dirty girl. So fucking needy.”

“No one has to know. Except…oops.” I shrug and the blanket slips off my shoulders to pool at my waist. “Better hope no one walks in.”

“It’s like you want to be caught.” He pushes two fingers into me slowly, agonizingly slowly, and withdraws. “Like you want someone to walk in and know I’ve got my fingers in your pussy.”

I look down. It’s easy enough to see the movement of his hand under the thin fabric. “They’d know.”

“Yes, baby girl, they’d know.” His dark chuckle makes me writhe. “Would you like to go for a drive tomorrow? Right in the afternoon while traffic is at its worst. I’ll slip my hand up your skirt and we’ll count how many people notice.”

“Oh fuck.”

He keeps up his slow finger fucking. “You want that?”

“Yes, Daddy. I want that.” I watch the movement of the blanket, somehow just as hot as actually watching his fingers penetrate me.

“Lily.” The rough tone of his voice lashes. “If you can manage to stay still through this movie, I’ll take you upstairs and fuck you properly.”

“What we did on the couch wasn’t a proper fucking?”

Another of those dark chuckles. “Not even close. That was just to take the edge off.”

Time ceases to have any meaning as he slowly plays with my pussy while the movie runs in the background. I stare at the moving images, but my entire being is focused on the slow slide of Shane’s fingers, on the way he brands me with his touch. I have the half-hysterical thought that this was a terrible mistake. How can any sex compare to this? Am I peaking at twenty-six, destined to spend the rest of my life mourning the fact that I’ll never meet another man who commands my pleasure the way this one does?

Shane doesn’t let me come. Not once. He brings me to the edge over and over again, easing me away from it every single time. By the time the credits roll, I’m shaking so hard, he has to pin me to his lap to keep me in place. He circles my clit slowly until the last name scrolls past and the movie returns to the menu. “Good girl.” “Fuck you,” I grit out.

“Want me to kiss it and make it better?”

I almost tell him to fuck off. I’m so poised on the edge, that a gentle breeze might tip me over. But I want his mouth too

bad to cut off my nose to spite my face. “Yes.”

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My face flames, but I’m too far gone to care. “Lick my pussy, Daddy. Make me come all over your face.”

He exhales harshly. “Dirty, dirty girl. You want me to do all the work, is that it?”

“What?”

Shane’s already moving, shifting me off his lap, grabbing a pillow, and laying down on the ottoman with his head toward the windows lining the wall that looks into the backyard. He arches an eyebrow. “You want my tongue in your cunt? Get over here and ride my face.”

I scramble to obey, moving to his chest and then gasping as he lifts me to straddle his face. With the pillow beneath his head, the angle is perfect. But he doesn’t immediately release me. “Look up.”

I obey and gasp. The windows act as mirrors, reflecting the image of us. All I can see are his massive hands at my hips and the salt and pepper of his head between my thighs. And me. I can see all of me. Narrow waist, flushed breasts, my hair tangled in a way that can only be caused by fucking. I look devious.

“You like the way you look with your Daddy’s head between your thighs?”

“Yes,” I whisper. I look down at him. “I like the sight of your mouth on my pussy even more. In fact…” I move off him long enough to grab my phone. I feel reckless and invincible as I perch on his upper chest. I lift my phone and press the button. “Lick my pussy, Daddy. Please.”

He stares straight into the camera as he parts my pussy with his thumbs and drags his tongue over me. I stop the video and take a picture instead. It is so filthy. The fact that he’s got his mouth on such an intimate part of me, yes, but also the look in his eyes. Like this is just the beginning and he’s going to do every single depraved thing he’s ever wanted to do to me.

Shane grabs the phone and tosses it onto the couch. I glare. “Hey!”

“There go you again, expecting me to do all the work.” He slaps my thigh. “Ride my mouth, Lily. Ride it hard and dirty and I’ll let you have my cock again.”

I’ve been on the edge too long. I barely get to enjoy this moment before I come. I grind down on his mouth and Shane meets me halfway, shoving his tongue inside me like he wants to lick up every bit of my orgasm. I slump down, and this time, there is no tenderness for me. He scoops me up and marches up the stairs to his bedroom. He doesn’t even bother to shut the door before he has me on the bed, his mouth on mine.

I shove at his shirt. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

“Lie still and spread your legs.”