Текст книги "Unlawful Desire "

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Chapter 7

Tricks

Georgia wouldn’t do me the way Jeanine had. Hell, she hadn’t done anyone at all. I mulled over the words City said in my office earlier in the day.

Before Jeanine, I would’ve said I wanted a relationship. But now, the thought of it made my stomach twist into knots. Any trust I’d had in the female gender evaporated.

I wasn’t the right person for Georgia based on that fact alone. She didn’t deserve my issues cast onto her.

Sitting in my car outside the Silver Sands Motel, waiting for Mrs. Green’s husband to show his ugly ass with his secretary, didn’t do much for my faith in relationships. I’d met with Mrs. Green a few times since I’d been assigned her case. She was a sweet woman, only about ten years older than me, and in a complete shambles over the unfaithfulness of her husband.

I needed to capture a few more shots to help seal her case against him. They wouldn’t be permissible in court, but she planned to use them to get her way in the divorce.

As I tossed a potato chip in my mouth, Mr. Jackass Green walked outside with his mistress, pawing her. Fucking asshole.

She tossed her head back and giggled as he buried his face in her neck. I grabbed my camera, taking shot after shot as they kissed and groped each other in public.

If it weren’t for the fact that they were having an affair, I would’ve been jealous. The happiness on their faces made me long for someone by my side. But when I remembered why I’d been snapping photos, all thoughts of it evaporated.

Tomorrow, I’d hand-deliver the evidence to Mrs. Green and close another case off my roster. This was just one in an endless line of cheating spouses and assholes trying to hide something from someone.

I sat in the parking lot for a moment. I didn’t feel like being home, especially after an evening like tonight. As I pulled onto the road, heading toward the Neon Cowboy, my phone beeped.

City: Can you drop by? I need help.

I couldn’t even believe it was a coincidence that he’d text me to drop by tonight of all nights. The last time City had needed help, he’d been injured and needed me to move some furniture. I smelled bullshit, but I never said no to a friend in need.

When I stopped at the red light, I texted him back and said the only thing I knew would be right.

Me: On my way.

God fucking help me. I already knew I was walking into a trap. Sunshine would probably be waiting at the front door to kick me in the balls.

As I pulled in, I turned off my headlights and let the car glide to a quiet stop. Much to my surprise, there were no other cars in the driveway. I expected Georgia to be here waiting for me along with Sunshine.

Before I knocked, the front door opened and Sunshine stood there with her hands on her hips.

“Hey.” I tucked my hands in my pockets.

“Hey.” Her eyes narrowed. “That’s all you have to say for yourself. Just ‘hey’?”

Rocking back and forth on my heels, I glanced down at the ground. “Let me explain—”

“Save it.” She stepped to the side. “Come in,”

I swallowed the lump that had lodged in my throat before I looked her in the eyes. “Maybe I should just go.”

“Get your ass in here,” City yelled from inside the house.

I turned my body slightly and tried to shuffle by, making sure my family jewels were safe from a possible kick ready to be hurled my way. “Fine,” I mumbled, walking by Sunshine.

She slammed the door. “He’s in the living room.” Sunshine followed close behind me, making me feel uneasy. I thought he was a tough customer this morning in my office, but little Suzy Sunshine wasn’t a pushover.

“Thanks.”

City sat on the couch, and Gigi played Barbies on the floor by his feet. “You made good time.”

“I came as soon as you asked. What’s up, buddy?” I sat down across from him and toyed with the edge of the armrest.

“We need to have a chat about Georgia.”

“Fuck.” He’d tricked me to get me here, and now I was a captive audience, with Sunshine by his side. “What is there to talk about? I thought we went over this already.”

“We have a way you can make it up to Georgia,” Sunshine said as she sat on the back of the couch and put her arm around City’s.

I help up my hands, halting them in their tracks. “What do I have to make up for?”

“For making her cry.”

If they weren’t looking at me like I was the biggest asshole, I would’ve laughed. “I did nothing wrong.”

“Women don’t cry for no reason.” Suzy pursed her lips, the same familiar glare on her face.

“Sugar, that’s not true.”

“Okay,” she said. Her shoulders sagged as she leaned into him. “Georgia doesn’t cry for no reason.”

“She’s a v—” I started to say and stopped midsentence when City started to shake his head. “What do I have to do to make things right?”

I should’ve stood my ground. The only thing I cared about was getting the hell out of their place.

“Take her to dinner. That’s it.”

“Dinner,” I repeated. “That’s all I have to do?”

“Yes,” City replied, rubbing Sunshine’s arm with a dopy grin. “After that, what’s done is done.”

I should’ve argued the point. If anything, everyone should be thanking me for not ruining the girl. If I hadn’t been a gentleman, she’d be in tears for other reasons. “I’ll take her to dinner. I’ll call her and set it up.”

“No need,” Sunshine said and stood. “She’s on her way here. You can take her out tonight and apologize.” Clearly Sunshine didn’t have any boundaries, especially when it came to other people. Maybe I’d misjudged her after all this time. I always thought of her as meek and mild, but she had been as conniving as other women I’d known.

“I can’t believe this.” I rubbed my hands together in front of me.

“It’s happening, buddy.”

“But I look like shit and I’ve worked all day.”

“Stop being such a girl,” Sunshine told me.

I looked at City, giving him a “you gotta be kidding” look. I needed to remember he’d sell me out in a heartbeat to his wife.

The front door opened just as I was about to bail. “Suzy, I’m here. What’s wrong?” Georgia’s voice echoed as the door slammed closed.

I closed my eyes, realizing that she had been lied to as much as I had. At least she hadn’t been okay with tricking me into seeing her.

“In here!” Sunshine yelled. A giant smile spread across her face when she looked at me.

Georgia walked into the room, jamming her cell phone in her purse before she looked up. She froze as her eyes caught a glimpse of me. “What the hell?” she asked, her eyes darting between Suzy and myself. She looked amazing, wearing a black polka-dot dress with wedge heels. Her hair was partially up, with strands falling around her shoulders.

“Georgia,” I said, standing from the couch and moving toward her.

“What’s going on here? I thought you had an emergency.”

Even only after being apart for a few short hours, my belly flopped. My cock instantly hardened. Too bad—no matter what, I wasn’t going to get any action.

“I did have an emergency. A love emergency.” Sunshine approached Georgia, giggling louder the closer she came.

“Suzy. I don’t like being tricked.”

“You weren’t.” Sunshine wrapped her arms around a stiff-backed Georgia. “Frisco dropped by and said he wanted to take you to dinner.”

My mouth fell open and my eyes grew wide at her statement. I’d always underestimated little Suzy Sunshine. We were both being tricked into this situation.

“He did?” Georgia whispered, peering at me over Sunshine’s shoulder.

Snapping my mouth closed, I nodded like the fucking idiot I always seemed to turn into when she was around.

Sunshine grabbed Georgia by the shoulders. “Let him buy you a nice dinner and make up for being an asshole.”

My eyes darted to City. “What the fuck?” I mouthed.

He shrugged before laughing softly.

“He wasn’t really an asshole.” Georgia’s eyes found me, soft and warm.

“Don’t ruin this,” Suzy whispered back but not softly enough that I didn’t hear.

Moments like these made me thankful I didn’t grow up with sisters.

“Georgia, I’d love to take you to dinner.”

Sunshine turned, giving me a smile over her shoulder. I wouldn’t forget that she’d hustled me. Someday, I’d find a way to return the favor.

“You don’t have to, Frisco.” Georgia stepped forward and stopped a few feet from me.

“I haven’t eaten, and you’ve come all this way. It’s the least I can do.”

“Don’t put yourself out or anything.”

I shook my head, realizing I sounded like an asshole. Again. It was my thing lately. “That’s not how I meant it. Fuck, you make me nervous.” My cheeks filled with air before I exhaled.

“Daddy, can you read me a story?” Gigi asked City, tugging on his pant leg and breaking the tension in the room.

City picked her up, placing her in his lap before kissing her chubby cheeks. “Sure, baby. As soon as our company leaves.”

I walked toward Georgia and held my hand out. “Please. I’d love to take you to dinner. Will you allow me the pleasure of your company?”

She slid her palm into mine and smiled softly. “I’d love to go to dinner with you.”

“You two go have some fun and get to know each other,” Sunshine said.

“I think I know a lot already,” I said, smirking at Georgia.

Her cheeks turned pink and she averted her eyes. “Um…” she mumbled.

I leaned to the side, bringing my lips toward Sunshine’s ear. “I’ll get you for this, Sunny,” I told her in a quiet tone.

“Okay. You better go. It’s a school night. You don’t want to keep G out too late.”

For fuck’s sake.

If I didn’t already feel like a cradle robber, reminding me that she had school tomorrow made me feel dirty. So dirty I didn’t know if I’d be able to scrub that image from my mind.

“Have fun, kids,” City said as we started walking toward the front door.

“Got it, Pops,” I called out over my shoulder.

Next time I saw him, we were having some words about getting into other people’s business. Wife or not, it wasn’t his place.

“Have fun,” Sunshine said before we walked outside.

I stopped on the stoop, still holding Georgia’s hand. “You don’t have to come to dinner with me.”

She hung her head and my heart instantly tugged. “You don’t have to go out with me.”

I touched her chin, bringing her eyes to mine. “Georgia.” I waited for her to look at me. “I’d love to take you to dinner. I’m sorry for the way things ended. We can at least be friends. Right?”

But how? I still remembered how she tasted, how she felt in my mouth, and the sound of her moans when she came. How could I do the friends thing?

She nodded and sighed. “We can be friends.”

“Good. Do you want to drive with me or follow me?”

She pulled away from my touch. “I’ll follow you.”

“Where to?” I asked, glancing toward my car, feeling uncomfortable.

“I need a drink, really. There’s a bar down the street. Is that okay?”

“You remember what happened last time we had a few drinks?” I asked, fishing my keys out of my pocket and adjusting my already hardening dick with my fingertips.

“I do.” She giggle-snorted. “It’s kind of unforgettable.”

I’d say. “Just follow me,” I said.

Tonight wouldn’t be easy.

Chapter 8

Complications

“I get why you don’t want to see me,” Georgia said before taking a sip of her beer.

My stomach back flipped. “It’s not that I don’t want to see you.” I placed my hands flat on the table, rubbing the surface. “I just don’t think I’m right for you, G.”

“You aren’t,” she said around the rim of the glass. “I know that.” Her eyes twinkled, the dark brown sparkling like stars in the darkest sky.

“Thanks.”

She stared at me and played with the rim of her glass. “You think of me as a kid, don’t you?”

I had to be truthful. “I do. I’m sorry.” I leaned back in the chair, stretching my legs out underneath the table.

“When you had your hands in my pants, did I feel like a little girl?” she asked with a playful smile.

I coughed, almost choking on my own saliva. “Didn’t help that you’re smooth as a baby’s ass down there, babe.”

She rolled her eyes. “I heard it makes everything more sensitive.”

The choking came back, this time more violent. “Fuck,” I said with a strangled voice, adjusting my ever-growing cock in my pants, and tried to clear my throat.

“It did, you know.”

“Did what?” I asked, trying not to think about her pussy that had tasted better than anything I’d ever had in my mouth.

“Being bare.” She glanced down. “Made everything feel so much better.”

She was the unicorn everyone searched for but never found. Perfection. Where on earth, besides in front of me, could I find an educated, beautiful, and dirty virgin? This was how my luck seemed to roll.

“I know you’re not a child, but it’s hard for me.”

“It was hard for me too.” She winked before a totally naughty grin tugged at her lips.

I closed my eyes and took a slow, deep breath through my nose. I will not get wood. I will not get wood. Fuck! She did that to me. My brain may have been screaming to keep away from her—she was too young, too inexperienced—but my dick thought otherwise.

The fucker in my pants wanted to explore her depths. Plunge deep inside and see what it felt like to be the first to claim a woman. Not the girls I’d been with in high school, but someone who saved herself for someone worthy of being the first.

“Just admit that you like me.”

I opened my eyes slowly and saw her grin. “I want you,” I said in a low voice, keeping my tone firm.

She flushed, sucking in a breath through parted lips that I wanted to kiss. “I want you too.” Her tongue darted out, sweeping across her bottom lip, and all I could do was stare.

I clenched my hands into fists, resisting the temptation to jump over the table and kiss her. “Don’t do that.”

“What?”

“You’re trying to tempt me into doing something I don’t feel is right.”

“Fuck right, Frisco. Seriously? Are you worried what others will think if you date me? I never took you for a pussy.”

I leaned forward. “I’m not a pussy, G. I don’t give a fuck what other people think about me. But—” I inched my hands closer to hers. “I’m not the man for you.”

She pulled her hands back into her lap and glared at me. “Shouldn’t I be the one to make that judgment?”

“You’re a good girl and deserve a good guy.”

“Fuck that. I had what I thought was a good guy. He turned out to be an asshole. I don’t think if you were an asshole, you’d announce it.”

“Maybe I’m just truthful.”

“Maybe you’re scared.”

My body jerked backward. “Scared?”

“Yep,” she said in a clipped tone before crossing her arms in front of her chest with a smug look. “You’re scared to admit that you may not just want me, but you honestly like me. You’re afraid of what might happen.”

“I am not,” I lied.

“You are. If you’re not a pansy, then take me on a date.”

“You’re daring me to take you out to prove my manhood?” I held in my laughter at the insanity.

She nodded with a smug, all-knowing grin. “I’m daring you to prove me wrong. Show me you aren’t a pussy, and prove to me all the ways you’re bad for me.”

“Babe—”

“Pussy,” she coughed, brushing her hands across her lips.

“Goddamn,” I whispered and pushed aside my apprehension. “Fine. I’ll show you exactly why you don’t want to be mine.”

“Who said anything about being yours? I’m just talking about a little fun. Worried you can’t keep up with me?” Her eyes sparkled as she stared at me, serious and not backing down.

“Fine.”

“Fine.”

This girl couldn’t be for real.

Chapter 9

Buzzing

“I don’t know what you did, but Georgia is, as Sunshine says, ‘absolutely buzzing’ for tonight,” City told me over the phone.

“Jesus.” I stared at myself in the mirror, putting him on speaker and setting the phone on the counter.

“I’m glad you finally came to your senses.”

“I think the opposite.” I ran my razor under the water and tapped it against the sink.

“Even if you don’t fuck her, she’s perfect for you.”

“When did you become Dr. Ruth?”

“Go fuck yourself.”

“It would be a hell of a lot less complicated than tonight.” I dried my face with a towel and cursed into the material so only I could hear.

“Dude, you’re full of shit.”

“Banging virgins in high school was great and all, but as an adult, it’s a hell of a lot of pressure.”

City laughed. “Why?”

“I could mess everything up royally.”

“What the hell do you care?”

I stood there leaning against the sink and thought about his question.

Why did I care? I never really gave a fuck, especially after Jeanine. Maybe I’d been lying to myself and I really liked Georgia.

Could that be possible?

Maybe through my hate-induced haze, I’d missed all the cues about my true feelings.

“I don’t know,” I admitted.

“Look at it this way—she won’t know if you suck in the sack.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“I better run. Suzy will have my balls if you’re late because of me.”

“She already has them.”

“What?”

“Nothing, man. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Oh, you will,” he said. “Go get ’er, tiger.”

“Don’t call me again. We’ve talked on the phone more lately than ever before. We’re turning into two old hags.”

“Speak for yourself, fucker.”

I hit end and took a deep breath.

I’d probably be the one getting fucked in the end.

***

I thought I’d planned a great first date. I don’t remember the last time I had one. She wasn’t a bar troll or Jeanine, so I wanted to do something different.

When I showed up at her house, she didn’t look ready for what I had planned. Mini golf and dinner, I figured, would be innocent. There was nothing sexy about it, and it would keep my ass out of trouble—and my cock too.

But when she opened the door in sky-high cherry red peep toe heels, I knew I was in trouble. Georgia didn’t play fair. I knew that about her in the short amount of time we’d spent together. Peeking out were her toes, shiny and painted black.

My eyes slowly traveled up her legs, catching a spectacular view of her legs before landing on her chest. It’s not that I typically ogled a woman’s cleavage, but the V-neck dress she wore showed everything off.

Instantly, my mouth watered at the sight. I wanted to taste her skin. I’d touched it before, but it wasn’t enough.

“Am I dressed okay?” she asked. She looked down, following where my eyes had landed.

I blinked and broke my trance with her breasts before dragging my eyes to hers. “Uh,” I stammered, swallowing hard. “Yeah.”

Her eyes drifted down my body, slowing as they took in my arms before traveling the length of my body. “I think I’m overdressed.”

“We’re going to play mini golf,” I blurted out and let my eyes drop back to her magnificent tits.

“Well, fuck. I can golf in these,” she said, tipping her shoes and tensing her calf muscles.

There wasn’t an inch of her body that wasn’t impeccable. Her calves were toned, sleek, and craving to be touched. I wanted to feel them wrapped around my back, pulling my dick deeper inside.

My fingers began to tingle and I shook them out, trying to get rid of my need to touch her. “I’m ready if you’re ready.”

She closed the door and smiled before sauntering down the walkway in front of me. Did I talk about her ass—tight as shit in all its round glory? I closed my fists and clenched them tightly.

I would not touch her. At least not yet. Resist the urge, I told myself. I had willpower. I learned how to hone it in the military.

There was a problem with my plan. I hadn’t thought about her bending over and waving her ass in my face every hole. Eighteen holes, multiple attempts, and every time she did it, I had to tell my dick that it was a no go.

She didn’t make it easy either. No. Georgia wouldn’t be that kind. Behind her innocence was a vixen dying to be set free.

Every time she bent over, she hadn’t been ladylike. She didn’t bend at the knees and scrunch down to retrieve her ball. Nope. She kept her legs straight, bending at the waist, and gave me a full view of her upper thighs and perky ass each time. Not one time did she take it easy on me.

She knew exactly what she was doing. Her small smiles, pretend apologies the entire time were all bullshit.

Every opportunity she had, she’d brush against my body, giving me just enough to drive me crazy. The smell of her perfume and the feel of her body against mine drove me crazy.

By the time we sat down at dinner, I didn’t know if I could walk another step. My dick felt like a baseball bat inside my pants, ready to splinter if I moved any farther.

“Are you all right?” she asked when the waitress put our entrees on the table.

I shifted in my seat, placing the napkin on my lap and pushing my cock down between my legs. “Yeah. I couldn’t be better.”

“You look a little flushed.”

I glanced up at her just as she placed a French fry in her mouth, wrapping her lips around it like a dick and suckling it.

She pulled the fry out slowly, toying with the tip of it with her tongue. “Your face is all red.”

I closed my eyes and tried to think of something sad—anything to make the raging boner in my pants go away. I didn’t look at her as I picked up my fork. “I’m good,” I said, my voice betraying me when it cracked.

Her moans drew my attention just as I was about to place a forkful of whatever I’d ordered in my mouth. She had closed her eyes, slowly sucking on the French fry and fucking moaning.

Every ounce of air in my lungs disappeared, and I couldn’t do anything but stare. My lips were half open, waiting to be fed, and my brain couldn’t communicate with my hand. I just sat there. Staring at her. Gawking as she moaned, totally breathless and dumbfounded.

After she swallowed and glanced at me, a small smile played on her lips. “You want a taste?”

I shoved the fork in my mouth, needing to put something inside to stop me from answering. I stabbed at my food as she laughed softly. “Enjoying yourself, aren’t you?”

“Nah.”

I didn’t risk a glance. I couldn’t. “You are.”

“Why are you fighting it so badly?”

I still wouldn’t look. Because I knew why I fought it. She wasn’t right for me, and I sure as fuck wasn’t right for her. “It’s not right. Plain and simple.”

“Frisco.” Her voice was soft and sultry when she spoke my name. “Do you think I’m weak?”

I stopped chewing, peering up at her. “I don’t.”

“Then stop treating me like I’m fragile.”

She had me there. I did think it was my duty to protect her from me, but really, I was keeping myself safe. “I don’t mean to.”

“The words that you say do not match what your body tells me.”

Setting my fork down, I leaned back and stared at her. “What are you talking about?”

She continued to eat, speaking between bites. “You can’t keep your eyes off me.”

“Well, you’re beautiful.”

“When I brush against you, I can feel how hard you are for me.”

My lips twisted and my dick twitched, reminding me that she had a point. “I can’t help what happens when you touch me.”

“I’m not asking for a lifetime here. Stop being so full of yourself and assuming you’re going to break my heart and steal my virginity.”

“Well, I never—”

She waved her fork in front of her and silenced me. “First off, I won’t willingly give away my virginity. I’ve held on to it too long. It’s sacred and I’ll only give it to someone who is special to me. So you don’t have to worry about taking it.”

I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that her words gave me a funny feeling. Like when you’re sitting in an airplane to skydive for the first time, that kind of belly flop slash nausea that overcomes someone.

The thought of her just offering it up on a platter made me angry. It shouldn’t have. She wasn’t mine to feel jealousy over, but there it was. Sitting in my gut, twisting away like a knife.

“But I like you.”

The words lodged in my throat. Thoughts swirled through my mind about Georgia. I liked her too. Liked everything about her. Okay, that was a lie. I hated that she was so young, too young, I thought, for me. But she wasn’t a college kid looking to chug beer at a frat party. She was a woman. One hell of a woman who oozed sex appeal from every pore and could make the strongest-willed man bend to her desires.

I grabbed my gin, swallowing it down and grimacing. I couldn’t hold it back anymore. I had to say it. Free myself from the restraint. “I like you too.”

She smiled and stared at me with soft, playful eyes. “Glad you finally admitted it. Now eat up. Because I want you to do that thing you did with your mouth.”

I coughed into my glass, choking on the gin that had barely passed my tongue.

“And your fingers. God, they’re so thick and long.”

“Stop,” I warned her, feeling my control slipping.

She leaned forward, placing her tits closer to me and on full display. “I may be a virgin and want to keep it that way, but it doesn’t mean I don’t want to wrap my lips around your cock and taste your want for me.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“I know exactly what I want, and I’ll do anything to get it.”

I set down my drink, clasped my hands in front of me on the table, and leaned forward, close to her. “I gave you a chance to get away, Georgia. I warned you what I am, but you kept coming. I’m sick of running and fighting my attraction to you.” I licked my lips, watching her eyes drop to my mouth and getting a little thrill. “I’m done being a gentleman. I know what I want. Who I want. And I’ll put my mouth anywhere you want it. I’ll give you so much pleasure, you’ll never want another man in your life.”

“Promise?” she asked, bringing her face closer and looking me straight in the eye.

I leaned over and brushed my lips against hers. Peering into her eyes, I whispered, “You can bet your ass on it.”

***

Too many drinks, a lot of flirting and innuendo, and a taxi ride spent kissing and touching that led us back to her place.

Unable to contain myself by the time we walked through the door, I tossed her over my shoulder and carried her to the bedroom. She giggled, half drunk, and squealed when I tossed her on the bed.

Her dress flipped up, covering her face as she giggled. My pulse quickened at the sight of her bare pussy. In one quick motion, I pulled my shirt off and slid onto the bed, right between her legs. I planned to give her exactly what she wanted and I needed.

I wrapped my arms around her thighs and pulled her to my face. She gasped at the contact and twitched in my arms when I clamped my mouth down against her.

I buried my face in her, suffocating myself but loving every minute of it. I hadn’t let myself think about how badly I wanted her since the last time I touched her.

As I lay there with my face between her legs, sucking and licking like I’d never had pussy before, I realized how much I wanted her. No matter what, I didn’t want to spend time with anyone else. Just her. Only Georgia.

Her hands found my hair as she sucked in air and her body shook in my arms. I held her to me, didn’t let her escape as I devoured every ounce of her until she was writhing in the bed and screaming my name. By the time that happened, my dick was harder than steel.

When her breathing evened out and she stilled, I climbed up her body and licked my lips to capture every last drop. I hovered over her, watching her try to focus on my face.

“Well, fuck. That was—” She inhaled deeply and closed her eyes.

“Fucking amazing.”

“The best,” she whispered as her eyes fluttered open.

I settled between her legs and pressed my length against her. “I need to feel your lips on me, Georgia.”

She smiled, reached up, and ran her fingers through my hair. “I can help you out with that,” she said, rubbing her pussy against my jeans and almost making me come in my pants. “But first,” she whispered, bringing her lips close to mine. “I want you to make me come again.” She tugged at my head and pushed me down.

I laughed softly and didn’t hide the smile on my face. Georgia may have been a virgin, but she wasn’t innocent. She knew what she wanted and had no issue demanding it. Lucky for her, I was more than happy to serve. I’d worship at her altar and feast on her soul for an eternity if she’d allow me, as long as it meant she’d quench her thirst by wrapping her lips around my cock and drink me down.

When I perched myself between her legs, I took a moment to take in her majesty—the soft, bare flesh that held so much pleasure and had never been tapped. My fingers lightly grazed her velvety skin, damp with need. I closed my eyes, memorizing her scent and the feel of my body on hers.

The noises she made in the back of her throat drove me forward and kept me going. My dick may not have been allowed inside her, but my fingers were itching to rub her in just the right way that she’d be screaming my name until her voice turned hoarse.

I inched backward, pulling her with me because this position wouldn’t work for what I had planned.

“What are you doing?” she asked, lifting her head and staring down her body.

“Just lie back and enjoy,” I told her and winked before I settled on the floor.

Her body hung over the edge and she did as I asked, gripping the comforter nervously in her hands. I removed her shoes, tossing them over my head before I placed her feet flat on the bed, giving me the most amazing view.

I scooted forward, sitting on my knees before I dragged my tongue lightly against her pussy. Her knees began to turn inward and I pushed them apart, leaving my hands on her legs and opening her to me.

While rubbing my fingers against her, priming her for the finger-fuck of a lifetime, I dipped my head forward and licked her folds. Slowly and softly touching her with my mouth and feeling her try to bring her body closer, wanting more than I gave.

I pushed my fingers inside and licked her pussy harder.

“Yes,” she moaned.

My eyes moved over her body and watched as she toyed with her breast, matching the rhythm of my tongue. If I couldn’t fuck her with my cock, I’d do it with my fingers.

I twisted them as I pulled out, bringing her new sensations with my tongue twirling around her clit and barely making contact. She chased my mouth, driving her pussy down on my hand in the process.

It may have been the most erotic moment of my life. Watching the virginal Georgia fuck my fingers, smashing her pussy on my face and moaning out her pleasure.

Within seconds, her insides squeezed down on my fingers when she came, but I didn’t relent. I wouldn’t let up until she had another. Until she was so sated that she wouldn’t deny me the relief I needed to survive.

I sucked harder and she thrashed about the bed, but she didn’t tell me to stop. There were lots of fucks and hell yesses coming from her mouth, but I wanted more.

I wanted to give her something mind-blowing and unforgettable. I had other reasons too. I wanted it to be so good she didn’t ask for another before I could feel her warm, wet mouth wrapped around my dick.