Page 34 of Finding Us
Reaching my room, she squeals when I drop her down onto the mattress with a bounce. My eyes are glued to her luscious tits as they jiggle from the impact. This woman has no idea what I’m about to do to her. I may not be a hearts and flowers kind of guy, but I’m not a complete arsehole. This is her first time, so I plan to give her a night she’ll remember. There won’t be a round two, so I’m going to make the most of this time with her as well. I’m pretty sure she’s not the only one about to have her world rocked.
I place my hands either side of her body, leaning down to hover over her. “Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I’m here, aren’t I?”
“Are you going to regret not saving your virginity for someone special? Because I mean it when I say this is a one and done.”
“No. I’m only here to lose my ‘V’ card, I don’t want anything else from you.”
“So, you’re using me for sex?”
“Pretty much.”
I can’t help but smile when she says that. She’s so damn adorable, it’s a shame I can’t keep her. “What’s your real name?”
“You can keep calling me, Red.” If she wants to maintain anonymity then I’m down with that, but I’d much rather hear her call out Mason when I make her come, rather than Wolf. She reaches up, placing her thumb against my bottom lip, dragging it down. “My, what big teeth you have.”
Those words only manage to make my smile grow. I see where she’s going with this, so I chomp them together a few times for added effect. “All the better to eat you with,” I reply, my voice sounding deeper than normal.
I’m eager to get this started, but first I place my lips on hers, wanting to pay her mouth some attention before I move on to the rest of her body. By the time I eventually draw back, her lips are red and swollen from the ravaging they just received.
I nip along her jawline before travelling down to her neck. I continue south until my tongue is swirling around her hardened nipple before sucking it into my mouth. I palm her other breast so it doesn’t feel left out. I’ve been dying to get my hands on these since she removed her bra. They’re perfect, just like the rest of her … so full, so soft, and most definitely real. I’ve had my fair share of plastic women in the past, so the fact that she is completely natural only makes her more appealing.
Red’s fingers are lightly tugging on my hair as she whimpers and squirms underneath my touch, but I’ve barely even started. By the time I’m done with her, she’ll be lucky if she can remember her own name …whatever that is.And although I was hesitant to go forward with this, I like that she’s experiencing it all for the first time with me.
I take my time with her, making sure no piece goes untouched. When I reach my final destination, I push off the bed and stand to full height. Her eyes move down my body as I shrug out of my shirt. “I love your tattoo’s.”
“Thank you.”
“I never knew I was into that type of thing, but obviously I am.” Why do I find her word vomit cute? Maybe because there’s something refreshing about her honesty.
I flex my muscles. “Am I doing it for you, Red?”
“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” she says, rolling her eyes.
“I know you think I’m hot, your friend told me.”
“Ugh. Forget anything that traitor told you; she’ll be deceased by morning.”
I throw my head back and laugh.This woman.
Reaching down, I adjust my rock-hard cock in my jeans, and Red moans. “You like seeing me touch myself?” Her eyes narrow, but her pinkened cheeks tell me she does. “If you’re a good girl, I might let you play with it later.”
I roll my lips together to suppress my smile when she growls. “How kind of you,” she retorts sarcastically.
“I’m a nice guy like that,” I say with a chuckle.
“Hmm,” is her only reply.
Leaning forward, I hook my thumbs into the waistband of her G-string, slowly sliding them down her legs. I lick my lips the moment her bare pussy comes into view, and once I have her underwear removed and bunched up in my hand, I bring them to my nose inhaling deeply.
“Oh, my God, did you just sniff them?” she screeches.
I shrug. “You sniffed me at the club, so it’s only fair.”
Her eyes are as big as saucers and her mouth gapes so wide, I can’t help but laugh. Tossing her tiny piece of lace over my shoulder, I fall down to my knees. I wrap my hand around one of her ankles, bringing it towards my face. Her horror is soon forgotten when my tongue—mixed with some open-mouthed kisses—tracks a path up the inside of her leg. Her hands are now fisted in my sheets as I drape that leg over my shoulder and move to the other one, spreading her wide in the process. I intake a sharp breath when she’s revealed in all her glory. It’s such an exquisite sight I wish I could take a picture so I have something to remember her by.
She has the prettiest, untouched pussy, and there is something about that analogy that has me wanting to beat my own chest. It’s a sobering thought. I’m suddenly glad that it’smein this moment, because I can’t stomach the thought of it being anyone else.
