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  I take off her mask and then my own and kiss her again. Hearing her whimpers become soft moans as her hand finds the front of my pants, I know it’s definitely time to go.

  Time to claim what’s mine, and to show Krystal just how much pleasure she deserves at my hands.

  CHAPTER FIFTEEN

  Krystal

  “My car,” I exclaim, only remembering as James holds his car door open for me.

  “If he sees it here, he’ll know,” I tell him, still sounding scared and paranoid about my dad for some reason, even though he didn’t recognize me. Hell, he even complimented me on my dancing.

  “I’ll follow you then, but straight back to my office,” James orders me, walking me to my car and telling me to wait until he’s right behind me until we both leave.

  Trembling all over now, there’s a slickness that feels like I’ve sprung a leak between my legs and my nipples feel like bullets, scratching against the fabric of my gown as I struggle to even remember how to drive.

  True to his word, James is right behind me and I make sure it stays that way all the way to his house, where I pull up out front while he drives his own car into the driveway.

  We don’t say a word, neither of us has to. He marches down the driveway, meeting me at the end, and scoops me up into his arms like I weigh nothing, not taking his eyes off mine once while he lets us both inside.

  “I came here before,” I confess, finally breaking the silence which is only filled with our breathing.

  “I looked through your things,” I tell him, not wanting any secrets between us.

  “Find anything good?” he asks with a raised brow and a cheeky grin.

  I shake my head quickly, feeling another of those whimpering sounds escape me as my legs press tighter under the power of his huge arms.

  “I think you’re the best thing I’ve ever found,” he tells me, and kissing me again, I feel my tongue slide over his, a natural progression as we both know things are about to go from hot to volcanic.

  “Oh James,” I gasp, “I want you to-” I try to say, but I can hardly breathe in the best possible way.

  I can feel the firmness of his thick cock pressing into my ass as he keeps holding me as if I was made of air.

  “I intend to,” he promises me, and walks us through his office to his bedroom, laying me down on his bed before he leaves just long enough to lock the door, which makes me feel instantly safer.

  Knowing it really is just the two of us now.

  No more interruptions.

  I start to pull my gloves off, but James orders me to leave them on.

  I can feel myself gnawing my lip, starting to fidget by rubbing my legs together again.

  The sight of James standing over me as I lay on his bed, his own arousal so hard and thick driving me wilder than his touch even.

  I try to vocalize the thought, to beg him to let me see his cock, but he shakes his head gently as he reads my mind.

  “I want to taste you first,” he tells me, a matter of fact. “I’m gonna eat your pussy, and suck you clit so hard until you come in my mouth… all over my face, do you understand?” he asks me firmly, making me shiver again as he runs a flat palm down the length of his dick, groaning with pleasure.

  I feel myself opening my legs wider, starting to hitch my gown up, needing him to touch me down there before it happens all on its own.

  But he’s still shaking his head slightly, his brow raised and his mouth pulling into a slight smile as he kneels at the end of the bed.

  He grips the fabric of the bottom of the gown and starts to pull it all the way down, tugging at it and making me gasp again as I feel my chest stiffen until it feels like it’ll shatter.

  I finally figure out he’s only trying to pull my gown off, wanting to see me completely naked before he fulfills his promise.

  Anyone else, anywhere else and I’d feel shy, terrified.

  But with James, I want to show him. I want to please him and most of all, I need him to eat my twitching pussy more than anything I’ve needed in my whole life.

  He slides my gown off and pretending not to look, he lays it gently over the back of a thick leather chair, giving me a perfect view of his raging hard on from the side, which I can see flexing through his pants, making me moan a little louder as I once again try to say his name.

  He casually takes off his jacket and lays it in a similar fashion on top of my gown.

  My mouth feels so dry as if all the moisture in my whole body is flooding towards the heat between my legs.

  As I lift my knees up a little, ready to have him pull my panties off, I groan again, feeling the line of moisture run from my pussy all the way down the line of my ass, which also starts to quiver with excitement.

  He makes another low sound, “Good,” he murmurs thoughtfully, grabbing my ankles and suddenly pulling my whole body towards his as though I’m a rag doll.

  He slowly gets down onto his knees and eases my calves up over his huge shoulders.

  I can hear the blood singing in my ears, feel my heart pounding against my ribs as his huge hands run their way up the inside of my thighs.

  I can’t control it anymore, and I finally manage to gasp his name, begging him to suck me, pleading with him to make me come.

  He’s not teasing me to make me uncomfortable, he’s enjoying every second he watches me receive his pleasure.

  His hands move up and down my thighs, he murmurs how soft I am, how beautiful I am. How much he wants to taste me in his mouth.

  Every time it feels like I can’t hold it a second longer, I find a new level of pleasure from his touch.

  He’s not teasing, he’s teaching me.

  Teaching me how to feel, how to enjoy his touch and the sensations from my own body.

  “Beautiful,” he murmurs again, sending my womanhood into overdrive as he pulls my panties to one side, using the fabric to open me up as he growls again with satisfaction.

  My own hands start to stray towards my slickness, and my hips start to buck as my own reflex to come starts to overpower me.

  James shushes me gently, easing my hands away, and slowly lowers his head over my slick valley, placing my hands in his hair instead.

  I grip his head with both hands, stroking his thick hair wildly and grateful to have something to touch finally. When he uses both hands to spread my lips wide as he presses his whole mouth over me, it feels like nothing I could ever have imagined possible.

  His tongue is inside me in an instant, and his own low moans of arousal and pleasure are matched by my own. I press him harder and deeper into me, wanting all of him inside me but needing him to keep moving those magic hands, his smooth skin teasing my throbbing clit from its hood.

  Each thrashing beat of my heart like a drumbeat, bouncing off it as I feel my essence running freely now, savoring the sensation of its warmth and the feeling of James savoring every part of it.

  I feel the fabric of my panties snap, jerking at the contact as it slides through my wetness and is replaced with both of James’ hands under my rump as he lifts me up further, his whole face buried in my sex, his whole body tense with power as he works steadily to release the climax I can feel building up inside me.

  I thought I was gonna come before.

  I thought I knew what pleasure was, James is showing me what pleasure is, and everything beyond it.

  His fingers gently pressing parts of me in time with the magic of his mouth and tongue, signaling me I can come if I want to, he has plenty more where this came from.

  I want to come so bad, but I want this to last forever.

  A pleasing itch, like an ache so deep inside me that wants out, but I try to hold it for as long as I can before it consumes me.

  I squeak his name, hearing my breathing getting faster and faster until it finally breaks over me like a wave.

  A lifetime’s worth of frustration, longing, fear, anger, and happiness is released in a single moment.

  James holds me firmly, but I can
feel my hips, thighs, and my whole drenched pussy bucking against him, like the same magic wave breaking over rocks.

  My rock.

  My James.

  His low moans of satisfied pleasure as he slowly runs his hands over me again once my climax starts to subside make me twitch and shiver still.

  It feels like forever and a part of me wonders why I was trying to hold back.

  After a while, once I can feel my body again, James’ face is over mine and he kisses me deeply.

  Tasting myself on his tongue, on his mouth, and on his cheeks is the hottest thing I’ve felt since that same mouth was on me a few moments ago.

  We kiss again, and again for longer, his body moving up until I can feel him press up against me.

  I want his weight on me, it makes this feel real, like none of this is the dream it feels like.

  I can feel his thick cock through his pants, pressing into my belly. Wanting to fill me with his seed and I want him there more than anything.

  But I have to tell him.

  I must.

  No secrets, remember?

  CHAPTER SIXTEEN

  James

  There’s only one thing more arresting then Krystal in that gown, and that’s watching my own hands peel it off her.

  Her thick chest spills out of it first, making me pause a little, trying to delay my own gratification while showing her maximum pleasure.

  Her nipples are light pink, like rivets against the creamy white of her smooth skin. Her breasts heave in time with her breath, the pounding of her heart making them thump in time with my own pulse.

  The thickening ache in the front of my pants begging for relief, but it’s Krystal’s turn for now.

  I want her in my mouth and I tell her so; watching her own arousal skyrocket before I finally press my mouth over her quivering pussy, groaning loudly as I feel her pleasure, moving under me.

  I’ve never felt so much like I’ve known someone forever. I’ve seen her from afar, it’s why I came to Woods End, but meeting her, having her in my bed. It feels like we’ve always done this.

  It feels like we’ll always do this.

  I promise myself I’ll pleasure her every day that she needs it, as long as she needs it.

  Hoping that’s every day from now on.

  Tasting her, feeling her climax, and holding her afterward, I move my body up onto hers.

  She holds me tighter, letting me know it’s okay to lay on her with my weight.

  Her soft, smooth curves against my own hard body gives us both a sense of balance.

  But something’s troubling her, I can tell.

  She looks past me for a moment, and I ask her if I’m too heavy.

  I slide off to the side, snuggling against her still, and taking her chin in my hand I ask her what’s the matter.

  “I’m… I’m a virgin,” she says, looking away again, red in the face and ashamed.

  I sigh loudly, throwing myself onto my back with both hands at my sides.

  She doesn’t say anything but I can tell she feels like it’s the worst thing in the world wherein reality, I couldn’t be more relieved.

  My hand finds hers and giving it a gentle squeeze I bring it to my lips.

  “Sorry,” she murmurs, and I’m quick to raise myself up on one elbow, turning her to face me.

  “Don’t be sorry, Krystal. It’s the best news I’ve had all day… except for the part where you begged me to make you come in my mouth,” I tell her honestly, cocking a brow and making us both laugh.

  “You mean it?” she asks, still looking unsure.

  “Of course,” I growl. “It means that you really are all mine. You’ll be my only from now on and I’ll be your first.”

  “My only,” she repeats, letting her palm find my cheek, stroking it until I pull her into me and kiss her again.

  Her hand runs down my front, finding the tent pole of my hardness which she grips, making me jerk a little before I moan loudly.

  “For a first-timer, you’ve got a hell of a grip,” I observe, making her smile devilishly as she bites her lip, toying with my zipper.

  “Can I see it?” she asks innocently, her thumb circling the round head of my cock, freeing a warm bead of thick precome, the same I’ve felt oozing from me since the moment we got home.

  I nod slowly. “If you want to,” I tell her, not wanting to rush her now that I know it’s her first time.

  Her head stabs a quick flurry of nods, and in seconds I’ve freed my hardness for her, sliding my pants down and sighing as the air hits me, feeling my dick twitch and throb as her hands gently start to explore me.

  I lay on my back again, content to let her do whatever she wants until I feel her hands starting to pump me in time with her own whimpering grunts.

  Almost too quickly.

  My hand grabs hers and she gasps, looking up at me as if she’s done something wrong.

  But I shake my head, smiling.

  “This is for here,” I tell her, sliding my other hand up between her legs, feeling how wet she is already all over again.

  The heat from her slit on my hand is enough to make my cock start to jerk and twitch, a line of precome running down my shaft which she fingers and brings to her lips before kissing me.

  Letting me taste myself like I let her taste her own essence.

  With one final pass up the length of my cock, she gathers some more of me in her palm and presses it in between her legs.

  “Here,” she whispers, shuddering as I watch her pupils dilate and her eyes half close, almost rolling back in her head.

  I want nothing more than to put myself between her thick thighs, to grab those rounded hips of hers and fill her with everything I’ve got. To feel that heavy chest and bullet nipples scratching at my own as I make her come harder on my cock than she ever could in my mouth.

  But I can’t pressure her. I won’t.

  I want her to give herself to me when she’s ready, and not a second beforehand. We can fool around but I won’t waste a drop of my seed outside of her.

  It’s all for her, I just know that somehow. I know that what we have is sacred and I have to respect it.

  “We can go as fast or slow as you want,” I tell her truthfully. “As long as I know you’re mine, we can take all the time you need before we…” I add, raising my eyebrows in quick succession, trying to make light of it but noticing her face redden as she looks away again.

  “I want to, I really do, James,” she says, “I need it,” she admits, sighing with a tremor in her voice that’s matched by her body.

  “It’s just…”

  I lean over, covering us both with the covers from the bed, and putting my arm around her, I pull her close and feel her start to relax a little.

  In the dim light of my bedroom, which I don’t even think I’ve slept in, I feel her getting more and more relaxed next to me.

  We lay in silence together until I can hear her breathing change and her heartbeat slow until I know she’s asleep.

  Me, I don’t think I’ll ever sleep again. Not until I know I have a place for us both that isn’t here.

  Our first time needs to be special and in a proper setting.

  As I feel the sensation disappear from my arm, I smile to myself, not minding it one bit.

  I start to consider the houses I have, the parts of the country they’re in. Wondering if she’d even like any of them let alone want to move there.

  Maybe she wants to stay in her home town, maybe she wants to be with the new Mayor of Woods End?

  I wonder if she wants to start a family first, or does she want to travel, be carefree and see the world?

  So many things run through my mind as I lay with her, listening to her breath and make little sounds in her sleep.

  Content, happy sounds that tell me I’ve satisfied her and now I can keep her safe while she sleeps.

  She shifts a little after a while. Murmuring something which breaks my train of thought.

  Here I am alre
ady whitewashing the fence of our dream house and she’s only been dozing for an hour, maybe two.

  I kiss her forehead, telling her softly how glad I’m I came to Woods End.

  “If I hadn’t seen you on the TV… If I hadn’t been watching PBS, I never would have found you. Never would have wanted to Mayor of Nowheresville…”

  I’m not really thinking, just talking out loud, but my words act like ice water and she bolts upright in the bed, gasping for air suddenly and gripping at her naked chest.

  “What is it?” I ask, worried as all hell.

  “I gotta go, my dad!” she wheezes, scrambling free of me and struggling back into her gown, her hair coming down and cursing as she tries to find her shoes in the semi-darkness.

  I lay back, sighing a little, “You’ll come back to bed is what you’ll do. I’ll deal with your Dad if you think it’s gonna be a-”

  She cuts me off, changing the topic entirely too.

  “What did you say about me being on TV, about why you came to Woods End?” she asks, frantically looking for her second shoe and groaning as she checks the time on the digital clock by the bed.

  “I said if it wasn’t for that story they had that showed last year’s ball, I would never have seen you. Never would have wanted to come here at all,” I repeat matter of fact as I hold the covers back, willing her to come back to bed.

  But her face twists and contorts in anger.

  “You used the election as an excuse to get in my pants?” she almost shrieks, making me sit up now.

  “Uh, that’s not what I said, Krystal.”

  She shakes her head, holding it with both hands when it looks like it’ll spin right off.

  “I gotta go, my dad. He’ll kill me as it is… And if you think I would ever… You’re messing with my dad’s whole career, our whole life in this town. All so you can…? Errrgh!” she growls, storming out of my room and out of my little office house before I can even get my own pants untangled from around my ankles.

  I get to the bottom of the driveway in time to see her speeding off, not even looking back as I toss my hands up in desperation.

  What the fuck just happened?