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“This is so fucking weird. This can’t be sexy for you.”

I climbed up to straddle his legs, smiling down at him as his eyes drifted from my face to my chest, and then lower, lower, until he was staring at my legs, spread open to accommodate his thighs between them. His mouth dropped open and a shudder ran through him. His cock was rigid, practically glowing red with need, and dripping with pre-cum. I wrapped a hand around it, and his body jerked at my touch. I’d found myself a sweet untouched man with a lovely thick cock. I couldn’t wait to ride it, but first…

I leaned down and dragged my tongue up the underside of his cock, the silken skin so warm, so needy.

Stag grabbed at my face, his fingers slipping into my hair as he tried to guide my face up.

“What… I won’t last…” He looked so desperate, like it’d take seconds, mere seconds to make him blow, but he didn’t seem to realise that it wouldn’t be a bad thing. Wouldn’t ruin anything. It’d take the edge off for him, and get us to the next phase. Me taking his virginity. Oh wow. I never thought of it like that, but I’d be ‘deflowering’ him!

“It’s okay, Stag. I want to taste you. Don’t pull away, just let it happen.”

He blinked rapidly, his fingers tightening in my hair for a moment, before he softened his grip.

“Oh god. This is really happening.”

I lowered my head again, keeping my eyes on him as I took the head of his cock between my lips, and his eyes practically rolled back in his head.

I could see his lips making shapes, but the words were impossible to read, if they were even words at all. His chest was heaving, his fingers trembling as they cupped my face. His cock jerked and twitched as I took it deeper, flattening my tongue to glide it down his length. I wished again that I could hear the sounds he made as I bobbed my head up and down on his cock, but I could see all the signs of how it made him feel. His body was practically shuddering, his fingers tightening in my hair as he grew closer, his chest rising and falling rapidly, and his eyes widening as pleasure overtook him.

He tried tugging my hair harder as he suddenly erupted, his hot salty cum filling my mouth, and coating my throat as I swallowed.

Chapter Twenty

HOLY FUCK. I was literally in shock, staring at the beautiful woman who just gave me my first fucking blowie, and swallowed my cum like it was her favourite damn flavour. This is what life’s for. This fucking feeling, the elation, the way it never felt when I was jerking off, like there was another level of fucking orgasmic pleasure, and I just found it. It’s like levelling up, but in life.

“My god,” I gasped, staring into her gorgeous green eyes as she licked the corner of her lips and smiled at me. She was a goddess. She was my fucking gift, a reward I’d never earned, or been worthy of, but if someone tried to take her from me, I’d rip them apart to keep her.

“Was it good?” She asked, crawling up my body, so she was leaning over my face to smile at me. I didn’t care that my dick was just in that sweet mouth, or that she probably tasted of my cum right now, I grabbed her head and pulled her closer to kiss her, my tongue surging deep, and tasting the saltiness of my own fucking release in her mouth.

My entire life had been spent waiting for this, for someone to see me, to actually see past all the stuff that made me unlikeable, unwanted, rejected. To see that I’m a person, that I’m right here, waiting to be loved.

Loved? It wasn’t just the orgasm talking. I’d been unable to think of anything but her for weeks. She was the one, and that’s why this was perfection.

“Stag?”

Claudia blinked at me, sucking her bottom lip between her teeth, waiting for something, for words from me. I wasn’t even sure I could utter any that’d make sense right now. My mind was still blown, just like my dick.

“Yeah? That was fucking amazing, love, thank you. Holy shit, thank you!”

She giggled, sliding her hands over my chest as she wriggled on top of me.

“I’m horny, Stag. I need you.”

Oh fuck. Did she mean… did she expect me to be able to fuck her right now? I wasn’t even sure if my legs worked yet!

She took my hand as I reached for her face and pressed it over her breast again, arching into my touch, and I took the hint for what it was, taking her other breast in my other hand, stroking and cupping their weight in my palms. As my skin brushed over her nipples she gasped, wriggling again against my stomach.

She was so horny, and I could see the flush in her cheeks, her neck, her chest, even. She was trembling just a touch, like she needed something to push her there, like she needed a little more, and it’d be enough.

“I… what do you want me to do?”

Claudia smiled, taking my hand and pressing it between her legs, the heat from her pussy sinking into my skin.

“Touch me, Stag. I’m so wet.”

Fuck me. I never dreamed we’d end up like this. I mean, I hoped. Of course I hoped, but she was so fucking sexy and hot, and she wanted me. My fingers, guided by hers, eased inside her, and the wetness and heat of her pussy made me moan as I pushed them deeper, rewarded by a low moan of pleasure from her. I made her feel that. I made her feel good, and I wanted to do more of it.

I wanted to make her come. I wanted to see it, to feel it, and to fucking hear it. Hell, I wanted to taste it, but for now, I let her show me how she liked to be touched, how she wanted my fingers sliding deep, and then retreating, teasing and circling, dipping deep again. More circling. She seemed to like that more than the finger fucking, so I focused there, taking over, and watching her face, and her eyes in particular, as she wriggled and moaned, her hips moving against my fingers, like she needed them at a specific pace.