“My angel,” I whispered back.
Sliding my hands under her, I cupped her ass and held her where I wanted her. Leaning in, I rubbed my nose against her silky mound, inhaling her sexy scent as I did. Unable to wait a second longer, I dropped down and licked along the seam of her pussy lips. Her taste spread across my tongue like a hit of the best drug ever. My eyes were closed as I drank it in, sticking my tongue between her lips and wiggling it against her.
I loved the taste of her so much I would’ve willingly drowned myself in it, in her. Remember before when I said I loved pussy?
I didn’t know it at the time, but I lied. Before Natalie, I merely liked it.
With Natalie, I loved it. Anyone who came before her didn’t matter in the slightest and they never would. She was it.
I was obsessed with the way she tasted and the heat of her against my tongue. Her fingers worked their way into my hair, which only made me crazier for her. I rolled my tongue back and forth in quick repetitive motions, loving the way she thrust herself against my tongue.
“Jordan,” she cried. “Just… please!”
I no longer needed to hold her ass since her legs were slung over my shoulders. With one hand I separated her little lips, and with the other, I started tracing circles against her wet opening. Natalie shrieked and shivered beneath me as my nose rubbed against her clit, my tongue darting in and out of her. I couldn’t have stopped for anything. Pleasing her was my only purpose in life.
Moving my tongue back to her clit, I started devouring her like a man possessed. Her cries echoed throughout the room, and I found myself continuously thrusting against the mattress below me. With my free hand, I traced a finger against her little opening before sliding it in. My breath came out in a whoosh when I came up against a barrier.
Jesus. Fuck. She was a virgin. Just when I thought she couldn’t get any more perfect, she proved me wrong. Lifting my tongue from her clit, I looked up at her.
“Baby,” I rasped. “Look at me.”
She whimpered as she looked between her legs at me.
“I’ve never been a patient man but for you, I’ll wait. We don’t have to do anything more than this today, Angel. I’ve waited a lifetime for you, another few months—”
“No,” she said desperately. “I want you, Jordan. I need you now. Not tomorrow and not three months from now, either. I’ve waited long enough.”
She was such perfection it almost hurt to look at her. I was staggered that she was choosing me to take her virginity. There had to have been a trail of broken-hearted men and boys behind her, all who would’ve killed to be in my position, all who would’ve given anything to touch, taste and fuck her tight little body.
Instead of letting them have her, she waited for me.
Mine. Mine. Forever mine.
“You brought me a gift,” I breathed. “You didn’t want to let just anyone into this little pussy did you, Angel? No boy could ever, ever have deserved this perfect little cunt,” I told her.
She nodded. “I was waiting.”
“For me,” I asserted.
She full body shuddered as she nodded again. “For you,” she whispered.
“Your cunt is so hot and wet,” I murmured. “It had to have been so hard. Your little pussy has wanted to be full of cock for a long time, hasn’t it?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
I grinned before sliding my tongue up and down her clit half a dozen times, drinking in her moans as her pussy got even wetter. When I pulled back, I looked up at her.
“You were so desperate you found yourself looking at that suction cup cock in the store wondering if you should just do it yourself, didn’t you?”
Another nod. “Yessss… I wanted…”
“To be filled,” I groaned.
When her legs went taut on my shoulders as she thrust against my mouth, I felt like a fucking god. She was right on the edge, and it was all because of me.
“There, there, there,” she wailed. “Oh God, Jordan! Now!”
Her entire body trembled as she came with a short scream that turned into her chanting my name over and over again. I think she expected me to stop, but I didn’t. She was a virgin which meant I wanted to make sure she was soaking wet and beyond aroused when it came time to shove my cock in her.
I pulled back for a second before turning her over and positioning her face down with her ass up. The way her pussy lips glistened with her wetness made me crazy. Gripping her ass cheeks in my hands, I began feasting on her tight cunt from the back. She rolled her hips and cried out as my tongue drove her crazy. Again and again, I wiggled my tongue as far inside of her as I could get before sucking her clit into my mouth. Her pussy was wet and slippery, the heat of her arousal making me crazy. I knew exactly what she wanted, knew just what I had to do to get her there. As I sucked and swirled my tongue around her clit, she let out a long moan.
“I’m coming,” she cried. “Coming, coming!”
She’d have collapsed on the bed if I hadn’t had a grip on her. When I felt her start pitching forward, I gripped her hips to hold her in place as I lapped up every bit of her arousal.
I turned her over when I knew she was finished, and for countless seconds I could do nothing but stare at my woman in wonder. She was so goddamn beautiful my heart skipped a half-dozen beats as I looked her over. Her chest was flushed a deep pink and she was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. She whimpered when I spread her legs. Taking position between them, I started tracing her belly button with my tongue. I was full of pride at how quickly her stomach rose and fell beneath my tongue because she was so out of breath from her orgasms.
“Jordan,” she whimpered. “I need you. Please.”
I full body shuddered at her words. It was time to take her virginity. I stood up and pulled off my boxer briefs in one fluid motion. That was when it dawned on me that I needed protection. Holding up a finger I told her to give me a second. As a rule, I didn’t fuck in my bed. Ever. I’d never had a woman in my room because I didn’t want to have to sleep on pillows that smelled like someone I didn’t know. I was glad Natalie was the first but it sucked that I had to leave the room. My cock was painfully hard as I raced down the hall into the guest room I normally used for sex. I hurried to the bedside table and ripped it open with such force the drawer flew out. I had zero fucks to give about the furniture, didn’t even blink as the drawer crashed to the floor. I grabbed a handful of condoms before I turned and ran back down the hall to Natalie.
I didn’t have to go far since she was coming down the hall toward me. “Are you okay? I heard a crash. I thought you fell or ran into something.”
Knowing my sweet girl had been worried about me melted my heart. She was an angel, pure and so damn sweet, and it meant the world to me. I laughed as I gestured with my head down to the condoms in my hand as I stepped in front of her.
“I’m fine but the drawer I grabbed these from is a casualty of war.”
Her giggle made my dick throb. With my free hand, I grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. She moaned as I explored her mouth with my tongue, and the way she rubbed against me was a good indicator that she liked tasting herself on me.
When I felt her hands running up my chest, her delicate fingers tracing over my nipples, I broke the kiss.
I growled and rubbed myself against her. “I need to be inside of you so goddamn bad.”
I was barely in control as it was, but when she tweaked my nipples, I lost it. I hadn’t even fucking known I was sensitive in that area before. Natalie was a game changer.
“Bed, now,” I ordered.
She giggled as she turned and headed back into the bedroom. I followed her like a lovesick fool, completely entranced by her sexy little ass and the way her hips swayed as she walked.
I tossed the condoms onto the nightstand as she climbed on the bed. She watched with wide eyes as I opened one of the wrappers, fisted my cock and rolled the condom down.
“Mm,” she moaned. “Why is that so
sexy?”
A low rumble came from my throat as I climbed onto the bed and got on my knees between her legs. “Because I’m yours,” I answered. “Ever part of me belongs to you, Angel.”
Her thousand-watt smile lit up the room. “I love that,” she cooed.
I gripped my shaft and smacked it against her clit three times in quick succession, groaning when she let out a little gasp.
“That feels good,” she murmured.
When I placed the tip of my cock at her entrance, the heat of her pussy was like a sirens call. She shifted against me restlessly as I stared down at where we were going to be joined. I pushed in the smallest little bit before stopping. Once I was in place I started rubbing soft circles on her clit. Her breathing got more and more erratic as I rubbed my thumb across her slippery clit.
“Jordan,” she pleaded. “I need you inside of me.”
I kept her there on the precipice of pleasure as I started slowly pushing forward. The way her hips rocked up and down as I continued to finger her clit told me she was close.
“Pinch your nipples,” I said huskily.
The way her hands looked against her tits as she cupped them and began rolling the nipples between her fingers made my cock twitch inside of her. With the next roll of her hips, I came up against her barrier.
Her moans were music to my ears as her pussy fluttered around my cock. It took reserves I didn’t know I had not to bury myself deep right then and there. The only thing that kept me from doing just that was the all-consuming need I felt to do everything right for my girl. Natalie would only ever get the best from me. Her little clit was hard beneath my thumb and I knew she was about to come again.
“Be a good girl and come on my dick,” I ordered.
She pinched her nipples hard as her head tilted back and she let out a shriek.
“I’m there,” she gasped. “Oh, God, Jesus!”
The instant she started to come, I thrust past the barrier and went hard until I’d buried myself deep. She shrieked, her hands leaving her tits to grip my back.
“OH!” she screamed, caught between the pleasure of coming and the pain of taking my dick for the first time. My heart almost broke out of my chest as a tear slid down her cheek.
“Open your eyes,” I commanded.
Her eyes flew open to meet mine and both were glassy with tears as her pussy fluttered around my cock. It killed me to have hurt her in any way, and I stayed still inside of her as I wiped the tear away. Not moving was a challenge like nothing I’d ever faced before, her tight cunt strangling my dick so hard it was almost painful. I wanted to fuck, desperately, but I kept myself from moving an inch. Her entire body trembled as she stared up at me.
“How bad is the pain?” I asked on a growl.
“Full,” she gasped. “Deep!”
I hissed as she thrust her hips up as her orgasm ended. It hurt so fucking good I could barely breathe.
“That wasn’t an answer to the question, baby. I need to know if it hurts. I’m not moving until the pain goes away.”
“It was painful,” she admitted, “but I’m starting to feel anxious for you to move.”
“You want me to fuck this tight little pussy don’t you, Angel?”
“God yes,” she panted.
I pulled back gently before sliding back in, repeating the same slow and steady motions over and over again as she adjusted to my dick being inside of her. As I did, I started rubbing her clit again. I knew she was feeling good when I felt her pussy getting even wetter around me.
Her nails scraped down my back as she arched up to meet my downward thrust.
“I’m ready for more,” she whimpered. “I want you to fuck me.”
Her wish was my command. I took my thumb off her clit and gripped her ass in my hands to hold her in place as I picked up speed and began thrusting in and out.
“Touch yourself,” I ordered. “I want to watch your fingers sliding all over this sexy little pussy.”
She didn’t even hesitate, sliding her left hand directly to herself as I pounded into her.
“Jordan,” she wailed. “Oh please, Jordan! Fuck me!”
I went hard then, fucking my girl like a goddamn madman as her pussy flooded against my cock.
“Look at me, Angel,” I whimpered. “Work that pussy and let me see your eyes when you come all over my dick like a good little girl.”
Her eyes stayed on mine as I worked us both closer to orgasm. Her legs were spread wide and the sounds of our furious fucking filled the room. We were both moaning and begging as we stared at each other. I knew we were both close, could feel her body racing toward the finish line.
“Natalie,” I whimpered. “Baby! It’s so goddamn good inside of you.”
She cried out as I fucked harder. “Jordan,” she cried desperately. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”
“I’m going to cum so fucking hard for you,” I roared.
When her little cunt seized up around me again and she let out a scream, I lost it. With one last powerful thrust, I buried myself to the hilt inside of her and came harder than I ever had before.
I collapsed on top of her for countless seconds before sanity returned and I realized I was going to crush her. I rolled us over but stayed inside of her for another few seconds before lifting her off. She let out a sound of discomfort as I pulled all the way out and I knew she would be sore for a while. I hurried to pinch the tip of the condom, pull it off and tie the top off in a knot before tossing it toward the trashcan so I could settle her against me.
She felt so fucking right lying on top of me, her head against my shoulder. Her breath feathered softly across my skin as I trailed my fingers up and down her back soothingly.
When we were both breathing normally, I asked her to look at me. Her blue eyes were wide with wonder as she complied. I felt her gaze down to the goddamn marrow in my bones. I was done for, one hundred percent. In one fluid motion, I flipped us over, so she was lying beneath me again.
“Thank you for giving me that gift,” I said huskily. “You just made my life.”
Her arms and legs were wrapped around me as she hugged me tight. “I’m the one who needs to thank you for the gift you just gave me,” she sighed happily. “That was incredible.”
I’d intended to wait, but the next thing I knew we were kissing again and she was begging me to fuck her. We spent the rest of the night making love, only going to sleep when we were both so spent the option to go again wasn’t even viable.
Natalie
Being with Jordan was the easiest thing I’d ever done. In spite of the age and economic differences, we just worked. Being together around the clock might’ve been an issue for another couple, but for us it was perfect.
The day after I moved in he took me to his record store for the first time. I’d expected the store to be sleek and ultra modern, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. Seaside Vinyl was one of a trio of stores above a real estate company right out on Pacific Coast Highway. When Jordan opened the door for me and I walked in, I fell in love. The walls were decorated with classic album covers and posters. On either side of the store there were small sitting areas with turntables to listen to a selection of records that Jordan explained he had multiples of. The collectible and hard to get vinyl weren’t allowed to be touched until purchase, which made sense.
I loved his taste in music. Growing up on movie sets with people who were older than me meant I loved the classics. Jordan was surprised and then thrilled that I knew all of his favorite bands, and he had opinions about my favorite songs. The store was open only when he was available to be there, which was quirky but charming. He had a website and an app that he kept updated for customers to know exactly when he’d be around. He’d explained that the vinyl business wasn’t ever going to be a huge moneymaker, so taking on staff and having set hours wouldn’t have been a necessary expenditure.
We were at the store most weekdays from nine to noon or from two to five. When we there he’d let me
play whatever I wanted, and I enjoyed it immensely. He was a good teacher, too. I learned a lot about the vinyl business and how it worked, as well as how a retail business worked which was exactly what I needed for my senior project.
The customers who came and went tended to be collectors, most who knew him by name. They’d come in to pick up orders or to make a request, and Jordan would talk to them about things he was on the hunt for. I found the whole thing fascinating.
Toward the end of my second week at the store we were sitting next to each other at one of the listening areas talking about life when I asked him why he chose to open a vinyl store when he already had the sex shops. He grimaced as he traced his finger in circles across the inside of the palm of my hand.
“I needed something I felt passionate about,” he explained. “The erotic shops have been great for money, but it’s not like…”
He trailed off for a few seconds as he got his thoughts together.
“It’s never been something I felt like I had to do,” he said after a few seconds. “I made the first thruster on a lark for a friend’s girlfriend. She fell in love with the damn thing and started telling her friends about it. Word spread and the next thing I knew, I was selling them out of my dorm room. After about eight months I was approached by one of the world’s biggest erotic toy manufacturers. They wanted to buy it, patent and all. I said no and then promptly took the paperwork with their offer to the bank a year later. I took out a small loan to do a production run myself.”
“But how did you get them into stores?” I asked.
“The demand was high and word of mouth was huge, so it wasn’t as hard as it might have been if I hadn’t had that. Still, I put the peddle to the metal and went to every erotic shop in Southern California during my free time. I was scared shitless I would fail, but that didn’t happen. The first run of thrusters sold out within a week. After that, it just exploded. Working in the industry was a real eye-opener. I’d never known it generated as much cash as it did. I worried the thrusters would fall out of favor and I wanted to capture the market somehow. I opened the first store shortly after I graduated college and within five years, I had ten.”
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