My Wicked Virgin

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“You taste amazing,” he groaned while rubbing his face against her wet pussy, coating himself in her.
She couldn’t respond, could only feel as he flicked his tongue around her clit, circling it before placing a gentle kiss on the hard nub.
“You have such a beautiful cunt,” he murmured before placing more kisses on her folds. “Like an orchid. Pink with brown at the tips, and a big, long clit for me to suck on.”
She made some crazy, choked noise as he sucked her clit into the hot, wet heaven of his mouth.
Her pussy clenched down hard, and she rubbed against his lips, unable to help chasing the orgasm that was about to destroy her. He’d give a couple good sucks, then caress her clit with his tongue gently, building her higher but not letting her go over. She tried to force him to go harder, but he resisted her, continuing with his torture.
“Please, Hawk, please,” she begged with her eyes squeezed tight.
“Not until you say yes.”
That made her sit up partially, leaning back on her elbows and taking in the sight of him kneeling between her spread thighs, his lips glossy with her arousal. A shudder worked through her at the erotic sight, and she gave a mew of frustrated need when he gently licked her clit as she watched. He was so handsome, the chords of his muscled forearms standing out as he held her legs wide.
“Please,” she tried again, wiggling her hips as he stuck his tongue out and let her work herself against him.
“Say yes.”
“That’s not fair!” she panted, half-heartedly trying to pull away.
“All’s fair in love and war.”
The torture continued until she was sweating, her legs trembling as her belly tightened and released over and over again. She was so swollen her pussy hurt, the blood pounding between her legs, making her even more sensitive to his talented mouth. Hawk worked her hard, devouring her until her pussy juice dripped down between her butt cheeks.
She was almost there. One more lick…one more…
Instead of giving it to her, he backed off and whispered, “Say yes.”
“Yes!” she screamed, her eyes closed, her back arched as he immediately latched on. “Oh God, yes, yes, yes!”
Words failed her as he sucked hard on her clit while rubbing the bundle of nerves with his tongue.
She didn’t just orgasm, she exploded.
The first wave of release knocked her clear out of her mind, and she fought to get away from him as he held on, licking and sucking, extending her climax in a way she didn’t know was even possible. Sure, she’d masturbated a lot, had all kinds of top of the line sex toys, but the things he did to her with his mouth were earth shattering. On and on it went, one wave rolling into another until she pulled his head from between her legs.
When he finally stopped, she was completely wrung out, a limp and useless ragdoll for him to haul around.
Pulling her into his arms, he curled around her, spooning her in his hard warmth. Speaking of hard, his thick erection poked at her back, and she gave a little wiggle. His responding shiver made her smile as she floated on enough endorphins to—at least temporarily—take away every ounce of pain and discomfort. It was weird, but she didn’t realize how much pain she’d been in until it was gone.
“Marry me,” he whispered as he kissed the side of her neck.
“I thought I just said yes,” she croaked out.
“I want to hear you say yes when I’m not holding your orgasm hostage.”
She thought about all he’d said, and while her arguments were valid…they were really based out of fear.
She was so afraid of the future, so afraid of what might happen, and so afraid that he’d leave her when she needed him the most.
But she wasn’t going to let that fear destroy her happiness.
Feeling almost sick with stress, she whispered, “Yes, I’ll marry you.”
He slipped the ring on her finger then kissed it, his voice reverent as he said, “Thank you.”
Despite her best efforts, tears streaked down her cheeks as she wrapped her arms around him, hugging him as he hugged her.
The headache had lessened considerably, either from the medication kicking in or from endorphins, or some combination of both. Relaxed and not hurting for the first time in what felt like forever, she took a deep breath of Hawk’s scent, clinging to him as he situated them on the bed. He turned so they were facing each other, and she drank in his strong jaw and sharp cheekbones, mesmerized by how thick and pouty his lips were after eating her out to the best orgasm of her life. A little flicker of fire burned between her legs, but she ignored it.
Looking deep into his eyes, she was momentarily overwhelmed by the love in his gaze as her own eyes burned with tears.