It comes at you like a hidden atom bomb; a surprise attack that you both welcome and apprehend, one that you know will lead to your blissful demise. You become completely helpless as you breathe her in, savoring her unique, elating scent as it drifts relentlessly into your nostrils, wafting through your nasal cavity before seamlessly merging with every sensory organ in your body.

It’s as if her aroma is becoming a part of you; like you need it to breathe, to exist. It only gets stronger and stronger, becoming more concentrated as each additional nanosecond passes, and wave after wave after wave of it hits you stark in the face again and again and again.

You find yourself trembling under the power of her scent, your entire body shaking with light tremors as you struggle to hold your weight above her.

God, she smells so good.

Too good.

Another few seconds and the scent becomes too imposing and overwhelming to bear, its concentration building too fast around you. You quickly become so flustered it’s almost scary, but you feel positively drunk and intoxicated by it, and you’ll be damned if you so much as think about wanting it to stop.

Your skin burns with need; pent up frustration combined with renewed lust sets every cell in your body on fire. You’re scorched to the core, and you feel the heat travel and collect heavily behind your eyes, overtaking them completely as you continue to stare helplessly at the girl underneath you.

“Will you let me go now?” you barely hear her ask the question in your daze, her voice edged with slight irritation.

You feel her small hand trying to tug at your wrist as you involuntarily flex your fingers around her lovely throat.

You simply shake your head without hesitation, your eyes never leaving hers. “No.”

Her frown deepens, as does the irritation in her voice. “Why the hell not?”

Your answer is simple. “Because I don’t want to.”

She stills for a moment, the energy around her mirroring the sudden anxiety that grips her as her previous wit and courage quickly leave her.

You sense she’s struggling to keep calm, to put on a brave face in front of you for whatever reason, but the small shudders that follow each of her shallow breaths give her away easily.

She’s getting scared.

Scared and…aroused.

Hers is a strange mix of terrified and excited and worried and anticipating; as if she doesn’t want to die but won’t really be that mad if she does. Like a small part of her feels like death isn’t as bad as it’s made out to be.

All you can gather from it is that she’s one confusing human.

You’re not sure what to make of it, and her scent isn’t exactly helping your thought process. You’re acting on pure instinct now, base lust and desire, and the immense stress and frustration pent up in your mind and body from the last several days are frantically looking for an outlet, for release. And without a doubt, for her.

Right here.

Right now.

“No,” you repeat, your voice lower than you ever remember it being. “But you are going to feel like you’re in fucking heaven by the time I’m done with you, little, girl.”

Before you can form another coherent thought, your entire body moves forward without hesitation, without your permission, and your lips find hers, taking them into yours and sucking on them greedily.

God…she tastes fucking divine.

Her lips are so full and soft, begging you to take them, to bite them, to lick and suck them.

So, you do precisely that.

You tug eagerly on the soft skin of her upper lip, grazing it with your teeth before biting into its fullness. You pull the swollen flesh into your mouth, sucking on it like your life depends on it, unwilling to let go even as she squirms beneath you.

Your tongue pushes against the barrier of her mouth, coaxing her, begging her to let you in. She doesn’t seem to need much convincing, because a second later, she’s parting her lips, opening up herself to you with, apparently, as much enthusiasm as you are.

She moans right into your mouth, and the lovely, raspy sound shoots liquid fire into your cock, making it jump against your belly again, jerking even more vigorously than it did before.

You can’t believe how desperately aroused you are, more horny than you think you’ve ever felt.

Unusually so.

She may be the virginal one between you, but fuck if she doesn’t make you feel like a teenage boy sporting his very first—and mega-raging—hard-on.

A grunt escapes you as your body is set ablaze all over again, heat enveloping your eyes with ferocity, your flesh boiling beneath your skin, incinerating itself as if you just walked into a high-tech oven.

At this point, you honestly can’t stop yourself from going further.

Your mouth goes to her neck and you feel her whimper underneath you, her pelvic bone brushing against your stomach as her hips rise off the bed; her silent plea for more.

“Oh, fuck, baby…” You’re surprised to find your arms and shoulders trembling considerably as your voice strains with the effort it’s taking to contain yourself.

Her hands reach for your arms, fingers long and slender as they dig into your skin, encouraging you, asking for more.

Her eyes are glazed, slits mirroring all her desire and passion and hunger, completely ardent in her stare as she seems to get lost in your own. Her lips, now reddened and swollen thanks to yours, are slightly parted as she breathes through them, and visibly pulsing with blood rush and adrenaline.

Fuck! She smells like nothing else in this universe or the next. And she tastes even better.

You have no idea how she can possibly be this appealing.

Then again, lots of things you previously thought impossible happened in the last several days – including what’s happening right this second.

Your fingers find their way to the back of her head, cupping it and gently massaging her scalp for a moment before intertwining your fingers with her gorgeous dark spirals, gripping her impressive mane as your hand fastened against the mass of hair and refused to let go.

The action forces her head up, giving you an opening to deepen the kiss as she moans. She seems a bit startled by your aggression at first, but her apprehension is fleeting as she grips your shoulders, her nails digging hard into them and you relish the acute sting of her own aggressive touch.

Abruptly, her hands travel up to your neck, and she wraps her arms around it without hesitation, almost impatiently; locking and pulling you even closer to her as she sucks on your tongue.

Holy fuck…

She’s just as horny as you are.

You thrust your torso against hers, feeling like the fucking sun itself as your skin goes ablaze at the feel of her soft, warm flesh.

God, you’re so soft. So fucking soft, baby…

And you want to tell her so badly, but you can’t bring yourself to let her lips go, and from all indications, it doesn’t seem like she’d let you if tried.

She moans into your mouth as you turn the tables and take her tongue in yours, sucking on it greedily. Her hips rise again and again, pushing against you insistently and increasing the friction between both your groins with each delicious buck.

Your dick is unbelievably hard, violently jerking against her smooth and slender belly as you struggle in vain to keep from pressing it against her warm skin.

“Fuck, baby…” you trail off, unable to finish your sentence.

You’re not sure how much more of this torture you can take.

Scratch that.

You know exactly how much more you can take:


It want in.



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