Cady stares at me and then grabs my shirt and yanks my face down to her level. Her lips are on mine before I can ask what’s happening, and I moan into her mouth as she opens for my tongue, suckling gently before matching my hungry strokes. Whatever I said obviously hit the right buttons, becauseholy shit. My sweet little librarian has definitely become a lioness today, and I have been dreaming about this for so damn long.
I tug her closer, hike up her skirt, grab her substantial ass cheeks, and lift her from the ground, guiding her legs around me. She automatically grinds against my swelling cock and rubs her tits at me, and I’m about to lose my fucking mind. I carry her toward the house. “Which room is your mom in?”
“Living room. Other side of the house,” she says breathlessly as I push through the front door.
We make it just inside the foyer before I’m ripping at her underwear. I reach around her ass, tear the soaked crotch of her cotton panties right open, and tentatively stroke her juicy cunt, asking for an invitation. She’s virgin. She said so herself.
“What are you waiting for?” She tilts her hips and nudges her cunt at my fingertips. “I may be a virgin, but I’m a pro at reading one-handed. Gimme all the fingers you want.”
Fuck. The images that play through my head send blood rushing to my cock. It practically lunges at her through my jeans. I push two fingers into her tight little fuck-hole and kiss her harder when she gasps around my tongue.
She rocks her hips, trying to rub her clit at me while my fingers slurp noisily in and out of her wet pussy. I push her back up against the nearest wall, so she’s got the right leverage, and her breathing quickly shifts into high gear. She’s so beautifully quick to fire. I’m going to have so much fun edging her when I can really take my time.
I pump my fingers at her a bit harder, and she gives me a series of pre-orgasmic little quivers.
“Mmm. You like that, Baby?” I thrust at her, meeting her needy rubbing with a more powerful rhythm while I finger her. She starts to grab at my shirt, seeking a firm hold as she’s wound tighter and tighter by her impending release. She’s as invested in finding it as I am in giving it to her. Her sexy whimpers and panted breaths are music to my ears, and she’s made my fingers so slippery, I can’t help but want to test her receptiveness to ass play.
It’s soon. I know it is. Heck, she’s only learned for the first time today, what it’s like to have her sweet kitty tongued and fingered. But she’s taken both with impressive enthusiasm, and she knows damn well what my intentions are for her ass. It hasn’t exactly turned her off, if her current actions are anything to go by.
She slams herself at my thrusting hand and pushes her fingers into my hair, curling them into fists and tugging hard. I hiss and then growl at her. “God, that feels good.” Inside and out. Her hands on me in any regard would feel amazing, but to have her touch me with such possessiveness is a whole other level of wonderful and surprising, and I couldn’t feel more blessed. Instead of restraining her desire, she’s unleashed herself to become who I always suspected she was.Thiswoman has never been the mild-mannered girl others have made her out to be. She’s wild and strong and she knows what she wants, and I’m so fucking turned on by her.
I grip her ass and grind her against my aching cock even harder. She shudders and ripples around my fingers, her pleasure threatening to burst at any moment. And I know exactly how I want to send her singing over the edge.
As much as it may terrify my darling, inexperienced girl, I have to know. Ihaveto. I slide one soaked and slippery digit toward her rear and circle her puckered little ring.
She gasps beautifully, but slows her movements, clearly thrown by the new sensation. For better? For worse?
I continue to rub at her asshole, slow and steady, as I curl my fingers inside her pussy and rock into her with enough intensity to keep our rhythm while she seems unsure. I want her to stay on the edge of peaking, where her body will chase what she wants and overrule any restricting thoughts her mind wants to throw at her. I want no room for shame or embarrassment between us. Pleasure doesn’t need to be overthought. Not when we both want it.
Cady responds beautifully, relaxing back into the motion and rolling with it. Soon she’s tilting her hips to make access to her backside easier, and with that inviting gesture, comes something even more impressive.Pressure.
She’s back chasing her pleasure, and she’s getting beautifully swept up in it. I’m not sure she’s even conscious of the way she’s started to thrust her ass at my circling fingertip, but I’m taking it as a good sign she’d be interested in penetration — I mean, she knows who she’s dealing with. I’m Daryl the ass-fucker. That’s got to be in her head, right? There’s no way she didn’t take that into consideration before she let me touch her like this.
Fuck. She’sdefinitelythought about me fucking her ass.
My cock strains against her heat through the damp denim of my jeans. She’s fucking soaked me. She thinks about my cock in her ass, and she’s excited by it. What agift. If I wasn’t already convinced she’s my dream girl, I’d be certain now that she’sthe perfect woman for me. I tune into her body with my full attention, ready to give her the world.
Her breaths are fast and ragged, and she’s milling her clit into me with reckless abandon, while thrusting to take my fingers as she pleases. She seems happy with me tickling her asshole, but there’s a sense of frustration about her, as if she needs something more. And she’s waiting for it.
I gently press inward as I slide my finger over her asshole. Not a lot. Just the very tip of my finger nudges the center of her ring before I pull it back. Her pussy quivers, and she bucks at me harder. For a woman of little experience, she’s proficient in body language. Whether or not she knows she’s spoken to me, she may as well have cried out,More.
I push at her puckered hole again. And again. A tiny bit deeper and more firmly each time.
Her cunt seizes tight around my fingers, and I grunt with approval. She stops mid-thrust of her hips, as if trying to hold back her pleasure, but I don’t let her deny herself. I grind my blocked and throbbing cock against her, stroke at her pussy walls, and push one slippery finger inside her tight ass.
Cady’s cunt clamps at me hard, as she fights her climax. “Daryl,” she pleads, breathless and desperate. Her fists are clenched so tightly in my hair, the sting is unreal, and I want to tear open my jeans and fuck her so badly I could scream, but I push that down and keep my voice calm. For her.
Her face is tucked close and turned away, so I can’t see it. There’s no reason for her to hide or hold back when she’s so close to crumbling, so I can only assume there’s something going on in her thoughts. Perhaps she didn’t expect a little ass play to prove so fun. Maybe she’s telling herself she’s all the things the shitheads in town say about me. Maybe she thinks coming would make those things true, and that makes her bad and wrong.
“You’re allowed to like whatever you like, Cady,” I whisper in her ear before pressing a kiss to her hair. “You can let go.”
She whimpers, and her pussy trembles with the strain her muscles are under to prevent her release.
I slip my fingers from her holes and shrug at her. “Show me your face. I need to look in your eyes.”
Slowly, reluctantly, she peels her body away from mine and leans back against the wall. Her face is flushed, her eyes flit about trying to avoid mine, and she looks about one wrong word away from crying.
I pull her in close again, hugging her to me as I look around the entrance foyer of her home. It’s decorated with family photos, more of the coats on the rack are her dad’s than hers, and when I take a few steps down the hall and crane my neck, I see her mom sitting in an armchair, staring straight ahead, soulless. A pretty, but eerily absent woman, Margot Malone is a ghost. A sadness befalls my heart for her, and for Cady, and for the fading, beautiful home Cady works tirelessly to preserve.
