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She walked as confidently as she could manage down the sidewalk, glancing at the little piece of paper in her pocket every few seconds that had the address on it. He’d promised he’d meet her there.

Of course, she was a little nervous. What if something went wrong and he wasn’t there? What if he’d never intended to be there in the first place and she was going to knock on a stranger’s door? Her heart pounded in her chest with nervous excitement. Her pussy was just a little slick, but the wetness grew every time she thought about what she wanted him to do to her.

He’d told her to dress casual, but sexy. She pulled on a thin white sweater dress that clung to her curves and black leggings. After much debate she decided not to put on panties but still wear a bra. She pulled her hair back into a clip, some of the baby strands in the front, so it was messy but not bed head. She normally detested her hair because it never cooperated, but today she’d gotten the look she wanted, it was, as her friend described it, the “I just rolled outta bed after wild hot sex” style. She smiled when she thought of that.

She stopped in front of a beautiful two story house, glanced at the address again, then walked up the steps to the front porch. She took a deep breath and rung the bell. Technically, she was three minutes early, he’d asked her to be there by two.

Well, she thought, better than late.

They’d never met in person, but they’d both seen pictures of each other. When the door opened she got butterflies. It sounded ridiculous in her mind, very clich?but she thought he was better looking in person.

She smiled. He smiled and stood aside to let her in. When she crossed the threshold he closed the door.

It was dark in the house, but not so much where she couldn’t see. The floors were dark wood, the walls white, furniture burgundy. She was amazed at how beautiful the place was.

He was behind her. She smiled again when he wrapped his arms around her waist, she leaned her head back on his shoulder.

“You know me too well,” she whispered. He knew all her spots, everything that drove her wild. Exhibit A: her waist.

He kissed her, just a peck, on the lips. “Not all of you.” He slid on hand underneath her dress and ran a finger along her slit through the leggings. “Not yet.”

She closed her eyes, his seductive voice was too much, to perfect. “You’re good.” Her pussy was tense with her lust for him, lust that needed to be satisfied, as soon as possible. She turned around to face him, she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, he leaned down, both hands on her waist again. They kissed again, much longer this time.

He was an amazing kisser, he sucked on her bottom lip and, when she opened her mouth, his tongue explored it. She stood on her tiptoes, trying to get closer to him. His heads kneaded her thighs and ass, she moaned. His lips slid away from her mouth, and she was about to protest, but he kissed down the line of her jaw to her neck. His hands never quite moving on her backside.

“Please,” she gasped, “don’t stop.”

He moved to her ear, nibbling it gently, kissing it and blowing into it. “What do you want me to do? You’re going to have to tell me or it ends here.”

She wound her fingers though his hair, gripping herself closer to him. “Mmm. Don’t stop now, I need you.” Her face got hot and she turned pink. He pulled back a little so he could look at her.

“What is it?” he asked, pulling away more so he could look her over. She looked down, the color in her face deepening. He tilted her chin up, “You can tell me.”

She’d never really been one to say dirty things aloud, and now was no different. She wanted him badly, but couldn’t express it in words. He pulled her to the nearby couch, sitting her on his lap. She pressed her mouth to his, wanting him badly. His arms wrapped around her, she changed how she was sitting so she was straddling him, letting him feel the warmth of her center on his.

He pulled away, “You’ve got to tell me,” he teased.

“I want you,” she said, little bit a red again, not meeting his eyes. “I want you to take me. Take my virginity.”

She was still fairly young, not yet an adult, but no child either, but she knew that, without a doubt, she wanted him to have her innocence.

He smiled smugly. He took her dress by the hem and pulled it over her head. He kissed her shoulder as he unclasped her bra and peeled it off of her. She blushed, her face and neck turning red.

“Get these off,” he instructed, pulling at her leggings. She stood and peeled them away. Her face only got redder, he glanced at him. The lust in his eyes was all too obvious.

He stood too, sweeping her legs out from under her and carrying her up the steps. Her arms were back around his neck, and she was kissing and sucking it.

“You’re good,” he quoted. He brought her into what she assumed to be the master bedroom. It was dark as downstairs with a similar theme. Dark wood floor, white walls, burgundy bed spread. He laid her down on the bed, her legs hung over the edge. He took off his shirt, and she couldn’t help but stare.

He was lean, but muscular. She sat up, tracing his outline. He was sexy, amazingly so. His voice, his body, everything. He had strong arms and she couldn’t help but feel them. She ran his hands over his abs too. Perfect, perfect, perfect.

“You’re too amazing,” she told him.

He ran his fingers through her hair, making her tilt her head back. He kissed her, it was passionate. She wanted to melt, her insides were fluttering with butterflies and she was hot with desire. He grabbed her by the ass, tilting her backward, onto the bed again.

He was on his knees in front of her, kissing her inner thighs and making her crazy. Just as he’d promised, he threw her legs over his shoulder. He ran his tongue, once, from the bottom of her slit to the top.

He smiled wickedly up at her. “If you want more you’re going to have to beg.”

“Please, please eat me,” she pleaded. “I'm so wet, I need you so bad. I can't take this. You're so good. I need you to eat me. I'm so horny it hurts. I’m begging, my clit is on fire. You make me so wet. I need you so bad. I promise I'll be your little slut, I just need you to eat me, please!”

He grabbed her ass and pulled her closer. He spread her pussy lips and drove his tongue deep into her. She moaned and her hips jerked. He sucked her clit and she thought she might explode. One finger penetrated her, she gripped at the bed and writhed and moaned. “Don’t stop!” she begged.

He did exactly the opposite. She was panting heavily. He stood up and undid his pants, throwing them to in the corner. She stared hungrily at his massive bulge. She sat up, he pulled off his boxers.

She was mesmerized, her mouth watered a little. She estimated with her eyes, he was bare minimum seven and a half inches. She slide off the bed, onto her knees. She grabbed it with one hand, he was thick as the neck of a SoBe bottle. She brought her lips to the head and glanced up at him, then she took the head.

Her tongue swirled around the head while she bobbed up and down on his long shaft, taking in as much as she could. He stroked her hair gently. “That’s a good girl,” he whispered seductively to her.

She sucked on his cock with passion, wanting to taste his sperm, dying ...

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