...new she was shocked. She had never done anything more than hold hands with boys. And even then it never meant anything unless it was meÖ
I took my right hand and unzipped her jacket. It was in the way. I let my eyes wonder down her tube top that left nothing to the imagination. It was summer so I expected her to be wearing something light. Her breasts were large for her proportions. But pert and soft.
I groaned. The deep guttural sound from my throat very obviously expressing the extent of my arousal. I kissed her hard. I forced her to respond to my tongue as I tasted her lips and fought her own tongue. I grinded my erection against her hard. I didnít care. She knew what she did to me and now she could feel it first hand. I moved my attentions to her throat. I bit gently at first letting her become accustomed to the pain. Then I sucked on the spot. And I sucked it hard. I didnít hear her gasping at the painful sensations, my sharp teeth causing her discomfort. I doubt I would have stopped even if I heard. The world could collapse around us and she would be the only thing that mattered. HereÖ In my arms.
I continued biting and sucking her on her neck each time harder. She was mine and each time she looked at herself she would now know it. I would kn...