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  There were little details I never noticed when he swam in the pool while I was visiting or walked by without a shirt on. He had roses with thorns that started on his chest and curved into a vine on his left arm—I realized that the stem was colored to resemble a Picasso—chaotic designs that formed something beautiful when you saw it from a distance. I pressed my lips to his ink and started to trace it with my tongue. He let out a gasp and moved his hand to my thigh, but I immediately pushed it off.

  “I already told you—it’s my turn now.” I smiled and moved my hand to his belt buckle.

  “I can’t even touch you?” he exhaled sharply.

  “You’ve done enough of that already.” I narrowed my eyes. “You’ll get another turn once I make you come.”

  “Fuck…” His cock throbbed as soon as the words left my lips. “Okay—I’ll try to keep my hands to myself.”

  I unbuckled Bryant’s belt, unbuttoned his pants, and started to pull them down his hips. He lifted up enough for me to pull them down, and I reached for his boxers once his pants were around his knees. His cock got even more engorged once it was freed from the fabric prison. It was thick, hard, and practically pulsating with his desire. If it was as sensitive as my pussy, then I was definitely going to enjoy watching him get consumed with the same pleasure that he gave me. I let my fingernails drag against his inner thighs as I started kissing his chest again—I worked my way up to his neck—teased his earlobes—and then started moving down his abdomen.

  I avoided his cock because I wanted to make him squirm a little bit before I made him come—but I found out just how sensitive his balls were when my nails lightly grazed against them. He let out a long sigh, and his muscles tightened up. It was similar to the reaction I had when he first started teasing me. I kissed his abdominal muscles—moved my lips lower—swirled my tongue against the skin right beside his cock and watched the way he reacted. He was definitely enjoying it, even if it wasn’t what he truly wanted—yet.

  Turning him on is a lot hotter than I expected—I just have to resist the desire to feel his touch until I make him come.

  Chapter Eight

  Bryant

  I had no idea what to expect when Taylor told me that she was a virgin. I tried to feel guilty about being her first, but I just couldn’t find that emotion in the kaleidoscope of passion was already erupting between us. She wouldn’t have been there unless she wanted to be—and I was honored that she wanted to give me her innocence. I had no idea what the relationship would become after we gave in to the insatiable hunger burning inside both of us. She had been a virgin for twenty-three years—I didn’t think she would sleep with me unless there was something lingering beneath the surface that went deeper than lust—but it was really hard to think about that when I tasted her lips and felt her body pressed against me.

  I certainly can’t think about it right now—not when those lips keep getting closer and closer to my cock.

  “God damn…” My head fell back against the couch when her tongue danced along my pelvis and started moving towards my balls. “That feels so fucking good.”

  I teased Taylor—I enjoyed it too. It was only fair that she returned the favor, even if I desperately wanted to feel her lips on my cock. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she knew exactly what she was doing when she started teasing me, even if she had never done it before. All of those seconds I spent kissing her inner thighs were returned in minutes that felt like hours while my dick throbbed.

  It got to the point, I would have gotten down on both knees and begged for what I craved if she asked. I was normally pretty dominant in the bedroom, but I didn’t feel that need with Taylor. Watching her discover my pleasure points was incredibly hot and knowing that I was the first man to feel those lips on my skin made my cock ache with desire.

  “You’re such a tease.” I tried to keep a serious expression on my face, but all I could do was smile.

  “Oh?” She bit down on her bottom lip. “Would a tease do this?”

  Taylor wrapped her hand around my cock and leaned forward—then I felt her tongue on my balls. My whole body jerked forward and intense pleasure coursed through me. I couldn’t respond to her question. My throat closed up, and the only thing that escaped it was a moan. Taylor circled my balls several times and covered them with her saliva—then her hand started to slowly move up and down my shaft. Her lips were soft, and her tongue was like velvet on my balls. It was the biggest tease ever, but the pleasure was so good that I didn’t want to rush it. If she wanted to make me squirm before her lips even made it to my cock, then I was her willing victim—that enthusiasm was so damn hot it made my head spin.

  “You didn’t answer me.” She pulled her tongue away from my balls. “I thought you would like that…”

  “Oh god…” I exhaled sharply. “I really liked it—you don’t have to stop.”

  “I thought you would prefer my tongue here…” She slid her hand to the base of my shaft and rolled her tongue around the head of my dick.

  “Fuck.” My body tensed up. “Don’t stop doing that either.”

  “I’ve never had one in my mouth before.” Taylor kissed the bottom of my shaft and licked her way back to the head.

  “If you keep saying things like that, I’m going to come before you ever do.” I balled my fists and quivered.

  “You’ve made me come several times already…” She slid her tongue down to my balls and stroked my shaft several times before her tongue started massaging the bottom again.

  “You’re not done either—and if you tease me too much, I’ll get my revenge before you get to come again.” I flashed her the wickedest grin I could muster.

  “I wouldn’t want that…” She matched my wicked grin with one of her own—and kept eye contact as her mouth opened wide, so the head of my cock could slide across her lips.

  Taylor’s mouth was warm—wet—and felt incredible on my cock. Her inexperience showed as soon she tried to actually do what all of the teasing was leading to. She managed to get her lips around my shaft but struggled to create momentum. It was stop-go-adjust—and then try again. It felt good, and I didn’t mind letting her experiment until she figured out how to do it. I moaned every time I felt her tongue massage the bottom—sighed when she slid down my shaft. After a few minutes of getting acclimated to having me in her mouth, she started to develop a rhythm and got the tight seal that turned a good feeling into one that made my whole body shudder while excitement built at a rapid pace.

  “Yeah…” I exhaled sharply. “Just like that…”

  Once Taylor figured out how to properly do it, her mouth turned into my personal paradise. She got enough saliva on my shaft to keep her lips moving, and they got faster as she got more comfortable with the motions. She took me deep into her throat—not far enough to swallow my entire cock, but enough to make it feel amazing. She kept trying to force it deeper, and I heard a couple of gags, but she didn’t stop. She kept getting close—feeling her try to swallow my cock was almost as good as having it buried in her throat. I finally put a hand on her head and gave her the nudge she needed once her throat relaxed—her lips slid down my shaft and touched my balls.

  “Fuck.” My hips jerked. “God damn, you’re going to make come so hard…”

  It would have been embarrassing to admit that I hadn’t been with a woman since my wife left me. The closest I came to getting any action was when Alexis Devereaux approached me at the art show. Even after years of being without, I wouldn’t have succumbed to her poisonous charm—but Taylor drew me in from the moment I laid eyes on her. Maybe it was some form of twisted destiny that pulled us together—or maybe I was just so far gone that I needed Taylor’s innocence to show me how to feel again.

  “Right there—oh god!” My body started to shake.

  I felt my balls get tight—and then the pressure valve sent pre-cum into Taylor’s mouth. I was afraid she would pull away when she tasted it—but she just moaned—then she pulled me deep into her
throat and held my cock there as I started to erupt. The cum surged through my shaft, and then it exploded into her throat. She swallowed without missing a beat and bobbed her head a couple of times, which made more cum splatter into her mouth. She kept her lips moving and swallowed until every drop had been drained from my balls. My hand fell away from her head—I felt like I had died and went to heaven. I had almost forgotten how good it felt to have someone else make me come—I felt weak and energized at the same time.

  “Damn, that was amazing.” I exhaled sharply as Taylor removed her lips from my cock and climbed back onto the couch.

  “How long will it be before you’re ready to go again?” She slid closer to me. “That turned me on…”

  “Give me a few minutes.” I chuckled under my breath. “Then I’ll take you to the bedroom.”

  “You’re not going to take my virginity in the living room?” She pressed her lips to my arm. “I was just starting to like it down here.”

  “I think the bed will be more comfortable for both of us.” I put a hand on her leg and slowly moved my fingers along her inner thigh.

  “Are you going to start teasing me already?” She bit down on her bottom lip and grinned.

  “Absolutely.” I nodded.

  Taylor’s curves were so fucking gorgeous. She was so delicate and soft. I just wanted to lay beside her—I wanted the closeness of skin-on-skin. I wanted her in my arms and that want was turning into a need—every moment that we spent together heightened my desire for her. My thoughts were starting to toy with me—I was beginning to wonder if we could actually have a relationship—as inherently wrong as it would be.

  Deep down, I knew that was practically impossible and unfair to her. I had already lived the years she had ahead of her. I had kids older than her—and I didn’t know if I could give her a family if she wanted one. It was better to push those thoughts into the darkness where they belonged, because I didn’t know if they could ever see the light of day.

  “Are you ready to go upstairs?” I pressed my lips to Taylor’s leg and slowly kissed my way towards her abdomen.

  “If you are…” She leaned back and sighed.

  “I’m ready.” I looked down at my cock, which was slowly starting to engorge with more desire for the beautiful woman next to me.

  “I think I remember which room is yours…” She leaned forward and started to stand.

  “Do you?” I raised an eyebrow. “You’ve never been in it.”

  “Is that what you think?” She giggled and started walking towards the stairs—teasing me with a sway of her hips. “Obviously you don’t know what goes on under your roof.”

  “I think you better explain…” I growled under my breath and started to stand.

  “Catch me and I might tell you…” She scurried towards the stairs, and I took off in hot pursuit—she was a lot faster than me—I silently cursed myself for cutting back on my cardio workouts.

  Lifting is a great way to work off some aggression—but it doesn’t help much when I need to chase down a woman half my age.

  Benson Estate was a maze to anyone who didn’t know the layout—but Taylor had the advantage of knowing it almost as well as I did. I was curious to know how she knew which bedroom was mine—the kids weren’t supposed to be in the east wing of the estate unless we were home, and guests definitely weren’t allowed there. The main part of the estate was for entertaining, and I more or less let my kids take over the west wing as long as they cleaned up after themselves. My ex-wife usually picked up their slack when they didn’t, which infuriated me at times, but I was always too busy with work to do anything about it.

  “Okay—where the hell did you go?” I narrowed my eyes—it was getting dark, but I could see that she wasn’t in my bedroom.

  “Marco…” I heard giggling from one of the other rooms.

  “Really?” I sighed and ran towards the room.

  “Marco…” Her voice echoed from the hallway. “If you play along, you might actually find me.”

  “Fine…” I growled and shook my head. “Polo.”

  We played a hide-and-seek version of Marco Polo in the east wing, and it became clear that Taylor knew that part of the estate better than she should have. Anyone who had been in the west wing could figure out the basic floor plan since they were identical, but I had made a few modifications that she breezed right through when I thought she would hit a dead end. I finally heard her calling me—and as I zeroed in on her voice, I realized that my bedroom door was open. I walked down the hall with a purpose and found her stretched out on my bed with a huge smile on her face.

  “Marco…” She giggled and slid close to the edge of the bed.

  “Polo.” I walked over and crawled into bed. “You really do know which room is mine—you must have done a lot more wandering around than I realized when you visited…”

  “I was curious.” She looked up at me and shrugged. “It’s a big house—it’s not like I was going to steal anything.”

  “You were always a little more trustworthy than some of the others that visited.” I nodded. “Still, you broke the rules…”

  “Are you going to punish me?” She tried to make her voice whinier than normal—which sounded pretty comical. “Am I no longer welcome in your home, Mr. Benson should I put my clothes on and leave?”

  “Oh, you’re not going anywhere.” I reached over and grabbed her wrist. “But I am going to give you a spanking.”

  “Wait!” She squirmed in my grasp as I rolled her over and put a little pressure on her back so that she couldn’t move.

  “Such a naughty girl…” I traced the back of her thighs and the curve of her ass. “You knew the rules.”

  “I did…” She sighed and stopped struggling when she felt my touch.

  “You chose to break them.” I moved my hand to the other side of her ass and traced down her thigh.

  “I can’t deny that.” I felt goosebumps forming underneath my touch.

  “Now I have to punish you.” I pulled my finger away and cupped her ass.

  “Fine—just one.” She lifted her ass up against my hand.

  “I think this deserves more than one.” I teased her by sliding forward and gently stroking her pussy.

  “Two?” She moaned and looked over her shoulder at me.

  “I was thinking ten.” I pulled my finger away.

  “That’s too many…” She shook her head and groaned. “I’ve never been spanked before.”

  “Well I certainly don’t think you’re going to learn your lesson with two.” I narrowed my eyes and chuckled.

  “Fine…” She groaned again—but there was a hint of playfulness, and she rubbed her ass against my hand. “Ten it is.”

  “That seems more appropriate.” I lifted my hand and brought it down on the right side of her ass.

  SMACK!

  “That’s one.” She dropped her head and giggled.

  “You don’t have to count them.” I pulled my hand back and gave her two quick ones—the second landed on the left side of her ass, and the other landed in the same spot as the first.

  SMACK! SMACK!

  “Ow…” She winced as the third one landed, but she wiggled her ass and pressed it against my hand.

  “Are you beginning to learn your lesson, naughty girl?” I pulled my hand back.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Maybe…” She exhaled sharply.

  SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

  “Now?” I let my hand stay where the last one landed.

  “Yes—lesson learned!” She nodded quickly.

  “Good, maybe we won’t have to repeat this again.” I leaned back and dropped down on my elbow beside her.

  “I don’t know.” She rolled to the side and grinned. “That kind of turned me on—I had no idea it would be so hot, having you spank me.”

  “You got off easy; it wasn’t meant to hurt you.” I brushed a stray hair away from her face. “Mainly because I want something else a whole lot m
ore than I want to punish you for your naughty behavior.”

  “Oh yeah?” Hunger flashed in her eyes. “What’s that?”

  “I think you already know…” I put my hand on her hip and leaned forward to kiss her.

  Our lips came together, and the passion was reignited in an instant. Taylor rolled over onto her back, and our lips stayed seared together as I mirrored her movement. My hands explored her body while her hands explored mine. My cock was fully engorged and ready—her pussy was practically dripping with desire. Every tease—every touch—it had all been building to the moment when her innocence would finally be mine.

  I rubbed her pussy with my finger—pushed it inside her—and gave her a few gentle thrusts until I was against her hymen. She definitely wasn’t lying about being a virgin—not that I thought she was. It wasn’t the first time a virgin had graced my bed, but that was in high school—and I had no idea what I was doing. The years had given me some experience, so I knew that I would have to be gentle.

  “I’m ready…” Taylor moved her lips to my ear, and she purred her words. “I want you to be my first.”

  “I’m going to take very good care of you tonight.” I kissed her neck. “Just relax.”

  “I know you will.” She nodded, and a smile spread across her face. “I trust you.”

  I just have to go slow—I want her first time to be special.

  Chapter Nine

  Taylor

  I was so turned on that it felt like I was buzzing, despite not having a single sip of alcohol. I wasn’t scared of losing my virginity, but the experience was still a mystery, and that left some lingering anxiety inside my head. Bryant erased that with his lips—he kissed my neck—teased my ears—and slowly pushed my legs apart as he positioned himself between them. I fantasized about him being the first man that took me to bed—but I never imagined that it could actually become reality.