Page 11 of Starving for Her

I snatch the tie of her apron and pull. It falls open and I cup her breasts as I grind my bulge against her bare ass. A gentle moan escapes her lips and I lose it.

I grab her by the arms and spin her to me. My lips find hers and I plunge my tongue into her mouth. Despite her words of protest, her body is eager and willing. She sucks my tongue, making me think of how she’s going to suck my cock. I run my hands down the curves of her breasts, across her flat stomach and around to her ass, and I grab it hard. My hunger for food has been completely replaced; now all I want is her.

“Layla,” I whisper. “Have you ever shaved your pussy before?”

My question seems to surprise her. She briefly looks up at me, then hides her eyes. “N – no. I never had any reason to.”

“Mmmm,” I growl, dragging my wet lips across her chin and neck.

“I just…trim, I guess,” she whispers.

“But you’ve never shaved it bald?”

Her blush excites me. There’s so much to explore with her innocence.

“No…”

“No guy has ever asked you to?”

Her body quivers against mine again as I bring my lips back to hers. I don’t quite kiss her; I just sort of gently suck her bottom lip as I knead the soft flesh of her ass.

“I—I’ve never really been with a guy who would,” she says back. She sounds embarrassed by the admission, but I’ve never heard anything so great in my life.

“Look at me, gorgeous,” I tell her as I lift her chin so I can see her beautiful eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed. I’m gonna eat your sweet pussy and claim your cherry, stretch you so sweet and make you mine.”