“Do you know what it’s like being so many of your firsts?,” I ask you, your head in my lap as we watch an episode of a recorded show in bed. I just got home, and you were getting ready for bed before flipping on the TV.
“Hmm?,” You say, caught off guard by my question; not sure where I’m going.
“Of course you don’t,” I elaborate. “You’ll never know– How could I ever describe what it’s like to have someone so wholly mine.” My cock swells thinking about it, about you. You sit up tall, legs under you Indian style, eagerly listening to me talk about you.
“I own so many of your first experiences,” I say, trailing my hand up your side– “So many parts of your body,” lightly running my hand up and over your left breast. “All of it really,” I say quieter, lower, as I run my hand back down slowly. My cock twitches as I watch your nipple start to firm up under your cotton top. My mouth salivates a little, wishing to smother that delicate peak forming there.
“I have corrupted all those little, delectable parts of you,” I continue. “Only I have ever entered your depths,” I say, running my thumb over your plump lower lip before slipping it into your willing mouth. You suck on it dutifully, the sensation of your rough, wet taste buds against the pad of my thumb sending throbbing waves to my groin. I regain my focus– “Only I have felt you stretched around me until I fit snuggly inside you.” You suck a little harder.
“Mmm… That mouth of yours is so completely mine,” I say withdrawing my thumb from your pout.
“Those sweet lips have never kissed another man’s,” I say, before planting one on you and continuing before you can kiss me back. “…Been sucked on by anyone else,” I say my lips almost against yours. “They’ve never been bitten by another,” I say biting down on the center of your bottom lip, pulling away before you can react again. “No, these sweet things have never enveloped any other cock, but mine.” You blush at the thought.
“That little pink tongue has never licked another cock; nor tasted anyone else’s cum,” the redness across your cheeks deepens and your lips part deliciously.
“That throat has never opened up for anyone else,” I say deeply, as I run my hand down your neck, resting it not-so-lightly on your airway. You take a deep, uneven breath.
“These beautiful, perky tits have never been caressed,” I say as I squish them between my palms, “kneaded… squeezed… or had another cock thrusting between them.”
A small moan escapes those open lips. “These perfect little nipples,” I say rolling them between my thumbs, “…have never been pinched or pulled or tweaked by anyone else’s fingers– never had any other mouth on them, but mine,” I croon before placing my mouth over the peak pressing hard against light gray fabric of your shirt. I lightly bite your nipple, sucking on it through the cloth; leaving a dark grey spot when I pull away. I go back to fondling over the wet spot; you sigh and wiggle there, squirming so nicely for me.
Your eyes are a glassy distant daze, your lips not quite touching, your face so slightly flushed. Fuck, I love when you get lost in lust– How I can do this to you; how you let me do this to you; want me to; need me to. I love overwhelming your system until you’re no longer putting thoughts to anything– just physically reacting. Lost in feeling me touch you, instead of thinking. Your mind shutting off to just focus on sensation until you’re a wet mess ready to be used however I wish; opening whatever part of you I want opened to me. Nothing gets to you quite like teasing. But I am not quite ready to quit yet, despite my cock pressing hard against the denim of my jeans.
I digress– “Your pussy has never been explored by another man,” You shake your head no, agreeing with my statement and shift out of Indian style so that your legs aren’t crossed under you anymore. “No one else has dipped between those warm, wet lips,” I say, my hand dropping to slide over the shorts covering them. You moan louder. “No one else has teased this tight cunt,…” I say pressing against you.
You’re such a little slut for me; you spread your knees apart further as I push against your entrance– “…until you’re begging for it to be entered…,” I continue, as you start to grind against my fingers. “…to have something filling it; stretching it wide.”
“Mmhmmm,” you moan lost in your lust-flooded state, still bucking against my fingers.
“Mmm and I do,” I say darkly, “Anytime I want.” I stop teasing your pussy to undo the drawstring on your soft shorts. “Take these off, sweetheart,” I say. You shimmy out of them while I take you in.
“Good girl,” I commend, before picking up where I left off– “No one else,” I say kissing you hard and slipping my hand into your panties– “…has felt your insides,” I say, as I explore your soaked pussy lips– fuck; you’re so ready for me– “…as you clench and tighten around them,” I say slipping my finger into you.
You make the sexiest sounds as you unabashedly fuck yourself on my finger. It’s hard to concentrate, but I manage– “No one else’s fingers have made this tiny clit swell and peek out,” I say tracing my thumb over it. You slow down, overwhelmed by the pleasure flooding that itty bitty spot.
“No one else has played with your swollen little button until you’re quaking and shaking in orgasm…. Have they?,” I ask withdrawing, bringing you back to reality, to me.
“Mm nooo,” you pout at the lack of contact, flustered and hot.
“No,” I agree pulling my cock out, “They haven’t,” I say as I enter you; so warm, so wet, so tight.
“Because…you’re…mine,” I say between long, hard thrusts– taking what I own, what is mine and has only ever been.
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