The Virgin Duet(29)

“I’m going to f*ck your mouth, and I want you to lie there and take it. I want you to remember this. The next time a curse word comes out of your mouth, my dick is going in it.”

“Bray, you know this is a terrible teaching method, right?”

“Let’s see if you say that after I’m finished.”

My cock is hard and already dripping precum. I’ve been so turned on and hard for her since I left this morning. I can’t go seconds without thinking of her, and having her exposed and vulnerable tonight has put me on edge long enough.

She tilts her head back and, with a smile, opens her mouth to receive my cock. I brush the tip along her bottom lip and put my sweet cum drop there. She licks it off and closes her eyes on a moan. I can’t stand it anymore. When she opens her mouth again I push my cock past her lips and she begins to suck on it greedily.

I lean forward on the bench seat and put my hands down. I’m on all fours and she’s below me with my cock in her mouth. After a few seconds of her sucking and licking, I begin to move. I push my hips forward and feel my cock go to the back of her throat as her hands go to my thighs. She squeezes them in time with my thrusts and I feel her slight panic when I bottom out in her throat.

“Oh God, Tink, that’s it. Open your mouth wider, I want you to take all of my cock.”

I feel her open up and I start to f*ck her mouth harder. I throw my head back, close my eyes tightly, and keep thrusting my cock in and out. Her grip on my thighs is slightly relaxed so I know she’s taking what I give her. I feel her little moans of desire when I pull out and it drives me crazy with excitement.

“You’ve got such a dirty mouth, Tink. You’ll keep saying things like that just so I’ll face f*ck you, won’t you?”

I feel her hum of agreement around my cock and it turns me on even more. Knowing how much she loves this, and knowing how turned on she is, kicks my orgasm into overdrive. I move faster and faster until I’m f*cking her mouth just like I would her * and I feel her grip tighten on my thighs. My orgasm hits me as she squeezes my legs hard and I cum down the back of her throat. I feel her swallow and suck as I unleash my load and she loosens her grip a little.

After she’s sucked down every drop, I pull out and slide down her body. I move to the end of the bench and push her dress up over her knees to her waist. I barely notice her lacy panties as I pull them to the side and dive into her *.

“Bray!” she shouts in shock, and I keep eating her with enthusiasm.

I lean back just a little and say, “One little orgasm before we get home. Then you’ll be giving them to me all night.”

She moans loudly and grabs my hair with both hands, positioning my face against her * again. I lick and suck her quickly because I’m not sure how much time we have before we arrive home.

I know her body well enough now that it doesn’t take me long until she’s cumming against my face. “That’s it, Tink. Cover my face in your honey.”

She grinds her clit against me and draws out her pleasure when I feel the limo come to a stop. I pull back, flip down her dress, and sit her up just as Hank opens the door. Rebecca is boneless as we get out of the car, so I pick her up and carry her through the lobby and in the elevator. When we reach the penthouse I carry her directly to the master bathroom and stand her up. I turn on the sink faucet and let the water get warm while I undress her.

I turn her around and jerk the zipper of the dress down, and rip it off when it gets stuck at her hips.

“Jesus, Bray, this dress was probably five grand, what are you doing?”

“I hate it. Take it off.”

She lets the torn dress fall to the floor and kicks off her shoes.

“Wash that crap off your face too. I can hardly see your face under all that makeup.”

She grabs the hand soap by the sink and starts to wash her face. While she does that I pull the pins from her hair so it’s not so perfectly styled anymore. I miss the color, but there’s not much I can do about it right now. Tomorrow I’ll have someone come in and fix her hair so it’s back to the way it was.

After she finishes washing her face and is toweling it off, I strip off my tux and leave it on the floor with her torn dress. I don’t know who those people were tonight in those clothes, but they weren't us.

I take her by the hand and pull her to the bed. She reaches down to remove her bracelet and I notice it’s still on. It was the one thing that was still truly her tonight. I grab her hand and stop her movements.

“Leave it on. I love it.” Just like I love you.

I’m still annoyed by how she was made up tonight, but I look her over, and she’s finally back to being my Tinkerbell.

“There you are,” I say, and take possession of her mouth. Her hands go to my chest and she starts to rub and pull at my body. I feel our passion shift and suddenly it’s as if we are ravenous for one another. It feels like I haven’t had her in years, instead of just minutes before in the limo.

I grab her and climb on the bed with her, never breaking our kiss. I cover her body with mine and push her legs apart with my hips.

God, I love kissing her.

My mouth never leaves hers as my cock finds her warm entrance and I push past her slick folds. We had enough foreplay in the limo that she’s primed and ready to go again for me.

I feel her tight walls squeeze me as I enter her, and it’s as if her * is giving me a welcome-home hug.