His Nasty Virgin

VIVIAN

Jesse’s eyes were impossibly dark. This was a man grasping at the last straws of self-control.

A shiver slithered down my spine. Fuck. I could feel myself grow impossibly wet as we made our way into his bedroom.

I very slowly dropped to my knees, hooking my thumbs through his belt loops to drag him close. Jesse put up no resistance. He helped me undo the front of his pants so I could pull them down easier.

I kissed his cock through the fabric of his black boxer briefs, relishing how he sucked a sharp breath in through gritted teeth. It would have been nice to tease him for a while longer, but my need to taste was greater than my need to play. I pulled his underwear down and freed his long, hard shaft, moving in to wrap my lips around him.

He was salty and sweet and uniquely him. I swirled my tongue around his head, pleased with the way he stifled his groan into the back of his hand. Jesse combed his fingers through my hair, keeping his hand on my head to act as a sort of guide.

“Good girl,” he praised. “So pretty with my cock in your mouth.”

His approval made me unbelievably wet, the slick heat between my legs too difficult to ignore any longer. I hollowed my cheeks and sucked him deep, rhythmically bobbing my head. I wrapped my left hand around the base of his length, stroking him in tandem. He throbbed against my tongue, hot and delicious.

“Touch yourself, angel,” he ordered. “Touch yourself while you suck me off.”

I obliged, slipping my free hand down my shorts to play with my sensitive buds. It was crazy how I loved this. Being told what to do, yet knowing I always had a choice.

It was just a game, one we were both happy to partake in.

I picked up the pace, bobbing my head and stroking him with determination. I wanted to see him unravel, see him relax. I should have known better, though, because Jesse tapped my chin and shook his head.

“Up.”

“But I’m not done with you,” I protested.

“Neither am I, but I want this to last.” He outstretched his hand and helped me stand. The second I was on my feet, he scooped me up in his arms and lay me down on his bed, shucking off my shorts like they were the most offensive thing in the world. “Where do you even buy something like this?”

“Victoria’s Secret. Why?”

He tossed my shorts over his shoulder. “So I can buy you one in every color available.”

I smirked. “Hate to break it to you, but that particular line’s been discontinued.

Jesse pulled off his shirt as he crawled on top of me. “Shame,” he murmured against my lips. “I guess you’ll have to do without them.”

I giggled. “Cheesy.”

He hushed me as he pulled my underwear off, pushing my knees apart before dipping down to return the favor. He licked a stripe up my lips and teased my clit with the tip of his tongue, humming in satisfaction.

“My girl’s already so nice and wet for me. What’s got you so excited?”

“You know-” I gasped, pleasure pulsing through me “- why.”

“You have to be a lot quieter than that, angel.”

Wally was only a few doors away. If I made so much as a peep, he could wake up and discover me with his father.

It was dangerous.

It was exciting.

His skillful tongue teased and prodded and circled, sending pleasure spiking through me at a relentless pace. My knees shook, and my breathing was ragged. The only reason I didn’t grip the sheets for stability was because I was too busy clasping them over my mouth to keep from screaming. I whimpered through the climax, bright, hot, blinding heat sapping every ounce of strength from my body.

Jesse propped himself up on his elbows and smiled, looking very much like the cat who got the cream. “You’re welcome.”

“Are you going to say that every damn time?” I asked dryly, though there wasn’t any heat behind it.

“Yes. You better get used to it.”

I didn’t know what excited me more, his cockiness or the implication that we’d be doing this again.

Because I won’t be able to stop myself.

We stripped out of the rest of our clothes, immediately falling into each other’s embrace. Our lips connected like magnets, two pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly together. His kisses were greedier than last time. Feverish and needy. He barely gave me time to catch my breath. I was dizzy and confused and desperately reaching out to make sure I stayed anchored. I had a feeling Jesse liked me that way: at his mercy.

He left me for only a few seconds to retrieve a condom from the bedside drawer, returning to me before I even had time to determine which way was up. Just when I gathered my bearings, he gripped me by the waist and flipped me onto my stomach, pressing kisses against my spine as he grabbed my ass in his massive hands.

“Enjoying the view?” I murmured against his pillow. I loved that it smelled like him.

He spanked me, swift and painless. “Quiet,” he warned.

But I didn’t want to be quiet. “You know, those aren’t even my shortest shorts.”

“Is that so?”

“I’ve got a pair that barely fits me.”

I heard him inhale through the nose. “You wear them out?”

“Sometimes. When it’s too hot for pants. One time at the beach, too, but there were these guys who wouldn’t stop staring and-”

Jesse pressed his cock into me without warning, the stretch somehow too much and not enough at the same time. He reached around with an arm and held me to his chest, covering me with his weight. He pressed a kiss into my hair and practically growled in my ear. “Nobody gets to look at my girl, you understand? Nobody but me.”

My walls fluttered around him, so sensitive to his touch. “Jesse,” I whined as he pulled almost out.

He clasped a hand over my mouth to keep me quiet, so I had no choice but to groan into his palm. Jesse pinned me to the bed with his body, keeping to shallow thrusts. It was impossibly cruel and maddening all the same. I craved more, but he quite literally only gave me an inch.

I gripped the sheets, writhing beneath him. I bucked my hips, hoping he’d plunge into me all the way. I needed more friction than this. I needed him deep inside me, but he wouldn’t. Every shallow thrust drove me closer and closer to desperation. I tried saying his name, but his hand prevented me from getting a proper sound out.

Jesse clicked his tongue. “You teased me, now I get to tease you.”

I whined, both frustrated and painfully turned on. Who gave him the right to be so distressingly sexy?

“Your pussy’s dripping for me,” he mused. “You must like this a lot, hmm? Maybe I’ll just keep going like this.”

When his hand finally came free, I hissed, “Don’t you fucking dare.”

“What’s wrong, angel?” he asked innocently. “Are you not enjoying yourself?”

“Jesse,” I rasped. “Jesse, I want you to fuck me. I want you deep and hard. Come on, I need-”

“You know what the magic words are. You’d better use them.”

“Please, sir, make me come. Please, just-”

He grabbed me by the hips and pulled me upward, holding me in place as he pistoned into me. The head of his cock swept past my sweet spot again and again and again. The explosive release that crashed into me was shocking despite its inevitability.

“Good girl,” he said with a chuckle.

I pounced on him, moving with such speed he had no time to react. I had him on his back, straddling him. “Don’t patronize me,” I said. “I’ll have you know that I fight back.”

Jesse smiled, amusement glinting in his eyes. “I wouldn’t expect anything less.”

I carefully lowered myself on his cock, moving at an excruciatingly slow speed. Mostly to allow myself time to accommodate to the new angle, but also to give Jesse a taste of his own medicine. I rocked my hips back and forth, clenching around his length to drive him crazy.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

He didn’t seem phased, looking up at me with adoration rather than torture. “You’re fucking beautiful,” he whispered.

“You can flatter me all you want, but I’m not going to go any faster than this.”

He reached up and massaged my breasts, shamelessly teasing my hard nipples between his fingers. “Fine by me. I’m enjoying the view.”

He kissed my throat as he thrust up into me. His stamina was something to behold. “You always wear

your hair up because you think it’s in the way.”

“It is in the way.”

“But I like it down because I can do this.” Jesse reached around to grip my hair gently, tugging my head back to better expose my neck. He sucked at the delicate skin hard enough to leave a mark.

I instinctively held onto his shoulders, digging my fingers into his skin.

“Oh God, I think I’m going to-”

“Me, too. Hold onto me.”

I did, clinging to him with all the strength I had left as we tipped over the edge together. The ecstasy was blinding, white spots twinkling across my vision.

He rolled me onto my side and covered me over with his blanket. I loved the way he played with my hair, stroked my

back, held me like I was his forever.

And just like that, I was out like a light.