Page 19 of Starving for Her
James
I’ve forgotten allabout Becky as I carry Layla up the stairs like a groom bringing home his new bride. And to be honest, that’s not far from how I’m feeling right now. Seeing the bitch just made me realize how important it is for me to move on, to change, to finally open up and let someone into my life. Someone who won’t hurt me.
And that’s Layla. I know it.
About halfway up the stairs, she reaches down and slides a hand into my robes and grabs my cock, and I realize I’m not going to make it to the bedroom. I knew I was in trouble when she first walked through my door, but I never knew my lust for her could reach this level.
I set her down on the stairs in front of me and spread her legs wide, brushing away the folds of my robe she’s wearing. There it is—her freshly shaved, pink, virgin pussy, glistening with arousal. I’m salivating just looking at it.
She has her hand on my cock still, and even though she doesn’t know what she’s doing with it, it still feels incredible.
“Like this, gorgeous,” I purr, showing her how to spread my pre-cum across her palm. I guide her hand up and down and throw my head back and let out a long, satisfied groan.
She’s mine. I’m keeping her. She left once and that was it. Never again.
My cock jerks and I pull away before I overload. Like a subject kneeling down before his queen, I get on my knees and bury my face between her heavenly thighs, letting her intoxicating scent fill my nostrils. I’m in Heaven. I’ll be adding this to my list of daily morning and evening activities.
“That bare pussy feels so soft against my tongue,” I whisper as I drag the length of her slit before finding her clit. Her moan is warm as I purse my lips around it and start to suck gently.
“Oh my God!” she gasps.
My dick is standing out straight between my legs, dying to be let inside her, to claim that innocent little cunt and stretch her hole to my perfect fit. But not yet. I’m dying for her, but I’m going to deny myself even more. It’s time to pleasure her; then I’ll get mine too.
Her palms slap against the stairs as I go harder on her little bean. Looking up, I see her beautiful face twisted in pleasure. Her stomach is shaking and her eyes are slammed shut. I feel a gush of wetness in my mouth and know she’s about to come. I pick up the pace. I want it. I need to make her feel good.
She tenses up and cries out, her orgasmic scream echoing through the open foyer. I don’t give a fuck if Al or anyone else hears it either. Her climax floods her body and I grab her hips and hold on tight as she bucks back and forth, grinding her hips against my lips and chin. I flatten my tongue on her clit and hold it there and watch as she comes back down.
Never in my life have I tasted something so good, or had a pussy so sweet. Layla is pure perfection. But I can’t hold out any longer. My cock is begging for her untouched hole. I sit up on my knees and show her what I have in store for her. Her eyes widen as she takes it all in, her chest still heaving with the big-O I just gave her.
“That’s the first time you’ve done that, isn’t it?” I ask her.
“Yes…” she whispers back.
“I told you, gorgeous. Don’t be embarrassed about being a virgin. I love it. And now it’s time for me to claim that sweet little virgin pussy of yours.”
I think about taking her upstairs for a second, but my cock overpowers my mind and I lean down over her on the cold steps and position myself. The warmth of her pussy is almost overwhelming as my head finds the tight folds of her slit and begins to spread her open.
We both gasp and she leans up and presses her forehead to my chest. It’s going to hurt—we both know that—and she wraps a hand around my neck for support.
“It’s big, I know,” I whisper. “But I’m going to take that perfect cherry and make you mine, and then you’re going to be coming so hard that you will forget about the pain.”
“You…you promise?” she asks, her words filled with a trust that warms my heart in ways I thought no longer possible.
“I swear to you.”
Her pussy clenches around the tip of my cock as I push inside, popping her cherry and giving her what she’s wanted since she walked into my office. She cries out as her fresh walls squeeze my hard shaft and I let out a groan as she tenses up. Her warm, full lips brush against mine as I comfort her through the pain.
“It’s okay, it will only hurt for a second,” I tell her. “That’s me taking your cherry. Then it will be nothing but pleasure and you’ll take every inch I have to give you.”
I’ve barely even gotten inside her, but I already know she’s the best I’ve ever had. And she’s mine now. There’s no way in Hell I’m ever letting her out of my sight again. I look down and watch her lips grip my shaft as I push deeper inside. She moans again and as I go balls deep and hold it there, I finally feel her start to relax.
“You feel that?” I ask, nibbling her earlobe. “You’re mine now.”
Her freshly shaven skin is soft against my lower abs, and I gently wrap my fingers in her hair and squeeze, crushing her body beneath mine in total and complete ownership. Her perfect tits press against my chest as I start to grind inside her, holding back the heavy, hard thrusts until she’s ready for them.
I’ve never wanted anything more in my life. Even as I take her, I can hardly believe it. A loud moan escapes her lips as I start to pick up the pace. She cries out and her other hand finds my waist and pulls me deeper inside her, and I have to tear myself out of her before I explode.
“Fuck!” I gasp, panting heavily already. She looks up at me wide-eyed and I chuckle, slapping my cock hard to beat down the sensation. “You almost made me pull a high school.”