Virgin's Folly: Seduced, Ravaged, and Pregnant (Breeding Erotica) (3 page)

And he wasn't satisfied with just my lips.
Mr. Langern's firm mouth opened, releasing his hungry tongue. He
licked me all the way across my lips, a carnivore's lap that forced
me to imagine how it would feel between my thighs.

I moaned into his mouth, slipping open for
him. His fingers rode up my leg as his tongue explored the softness
past my teeth, invading me with his slick fire.

He cupped my simmering mound through my
panties and squeezed. I nearly lost it, groaning and melting in his
arms, greedily surrendering my breath to his pulsing lips.

Oh, Mr. Langern. Oh, oh, oh!

What the hell kind of dance is this? The
naked, hypnotic, grinding, and wet kind?

Lightning surged, hitting me all at once. My
lungs sucked air, a last desperate attempt to keep me from
fainting. For a second, my vision folded and I blacked out.

When everything cleared again, I was only
inches from the floor. Mr. Langern had followed me down and held me
across one knee, gently stroking the taut young thigh he'd seized
before.

“
I was wrong after all,
little Kaylee. You're not just a good dancer – you're a fucking
incredible one.” He smiled, pausing to lick his happy lips. “And
when I find someone who can keep up with me, I don't let go. I
always finish my dance, even if we end up far from the floor and
cast off our clothes.

“
Come, we're going to
finish it. We can't stop now! Not when my hands are screaming to
discover what you're hiding underneath that silky
thing.”

I couldn't say no. I couldn't say yes.

All I could do was nod, frozen by lust,
smiling shyly and feeling fiery blood kiss my cheeks as Mr. Langern
carried me across the hall and into a nearby guestroom.

I didn't move until I felt myself sinking
into a soft mattress. Mr. Langern pinned my arms, spreading me wide
beneath his bulk, occupying the space between my legs.

“
I haven't had a virgin
for years. Not since I was around your age, little Kaylee. It's
easy for a grown man to forget how much fun it is to release a
woman's carnal appetites for the first time.”

“
Please be gentle, Mr.
Langern,” I whispered. “I've never been with anyone before. And I
never expected my first to be you..”

“
Gentle?” His hands snaked
up my chest, stopping at my breasts. His palms flattened against my
nipples and his fingers squeezed. Hard.

“
No, Kaylee. You think
good sex happens while you're crying, listening to the raindrops
patter on the windows?”

His right hand opened and closed just as
quickly again. The hook motion caught my nipple, shocking me with
his addictive energy, all the way to my bones.

Mr. Langern's face twisted. The smile he
wore had gone beyond confidence, straight into the sharp grin of an
eager instructor who relished conditioning his pupils.

“
I...I don't know. Oh!” He
pinched my nipple again, flicking the very tip when he was
done.

“
Bullshit. I think you
know all about what to expect. And I think you want to give me
exactly what I desire, my sweet young student, no matter how scary
it seems at first.”

I didn't have an answer. And even if I had,
the time for talk was past.

He fell upon me, tearing down both straps of
my dress, stamping his searing kisses into my neck. I squirmed
beneath him, panting the entire time.

All the oxygen in the world couldn't stave
off the harsh tremors spiking through my flesh. I lifted into
him.

Big mistake! When I felt his bulge against
my crotch, I lost my mind.

Mischievous hands wound behind my back,
skilled and searching. My bra unhooked and fell to the side.

The inferno in his eyes went from amber to
orange-white. Then there was nothing but pink as my hard nubs
filled his pupils.

Mr. Langern lowered his face and surrounded
my right bud with those devouring lips. I screamed.

The bellow caused my ears
to open up, and I heard the distant
thump-thump-thump
of techno in some
far off corner of the house.

How distant Holly and her party had become
frightened me. Right now, I was in another world, alone with my
best friend's father in a place so new and mysterious it threatened
to swallow me whole.

Goosebumps bubbled up on my skin, as if I
couldn't hold all his heat, all his tension. My sex constricted and
pulsed deep inside me, all the way to my womb.

Just let go and fuck him. This is what you
wanted, isn't it?

“
Yes! Yes, Mr. Langern,” I
moaned. My voice sounded far and tinny, a meager cry as he flicked,
sucked, and nipped at my breasts.

His opposite hand rose and tightened
brutally on my uncovered breast. Pinching his teeth and fingers at
the same time, I pushed up toward him. Something inside me wanted
to escape the bright pleasure storming through me.

But Mr. Langern wouldn't let me. His
muscular bulk held me down the entire time, putting me in bondage
with his powerful body.

When he moved his lips to my other breast,
my senses just stopped. Now, his lips and hands reversed places,
jolting me over and over, ritualistically balancing the thunder in
my nerves.

The dim room started to blur. My dress came
off in a single pull when he'd finally finished with my nipples,
leaving his soft red impressions on my tender flesh.

“
Ahhhh. I knew you had a
slutty side, Kaylee. Good little virgins don't wear panties so dark
and lacy, do they?” I shivered as he rubbed his dominant hand
across them. “Not unless they want to get fucked.”

Mr. Langern shoved aside the gusset, curling
his fingers across my sopping wet slit for the first time.
Explosions went off in my head.

The tidal wave of anxious pleasure was
already unbearable – or so I thought. When he found my clit, I
realized I hadn't experienced anything yet.

My legs instinctively thrashed, trying their
damnedest to lock around him. His hand lifted, collapsed, and
vibrated against my leaking lower lips, his thumb digging rapid
circles around my swollen button.

“
God!” He hissed, giving
me a minute long reprieve. “Your little cunt's steaming like
glowing coal. You have no idea how bad I want to pluck, suck, and
fuck you in ways you'll remember for the rest of your life, little
Kaylee.”

Growling, he moved up, grasping the
waistband and spiriting it down my thighs. Totally naked, new heat
flooded my face, deepening the sex flush running from my cheeks to
my cleavage.

Mr. Langern noticed. He tossed my panties
over his shoulder, holding the same rigid smile as he began to
unbutton his shirt.

Bit by bit, his clothing vanished, exposing
the wonderful chest I'd admired for years. He kicked off his pants
and shoes, leaving nothing but dark boxers between us, and one last
very big mystery throbbing beneath the thin fabric.

“
I love a girl who gets
lit up. But I want to see those sweet rosy cheeks surrounding my
cock. Here, Kaylee. You do the honors.”

He crouched on his knees
and stretched his hands over his head. Was he really asking me to
pull out
that
part of him and massage it in my mouth?

My hand shook violently as I reached toward
his waistband. I decided the best way to do it would be fast. I
jerked his underwear to his knees, and the largest cock I'd ever
seen in my life popped out.

Okay, so it was actually
the
only
adult
penis I'd seen in the flesh. But I had looked at plenty online and
snuck peeks at guys in the community pool.

Mr. Langern didn't have a regular cock. He
had an angry branch between his legs, so large I could barely coil
my fingers around it.

The heat – God!

It was like touching something swollen with
lava, but hard as steel. It twitched in my hands and I looked up at
him, wondering what to do.

“
Pump it back and forth.
Stick it in your mouth. Push the big head as far as it can
go...”

Taking a deep breath, I did as he asked.

I played with his foreskin, gliding it up
and down his length. I marveled at the veins and contours. Each one
was a little unique against my fingers, but they were all hot and
hard, ready to deliver his explosion inside me.

A slim, translucent trickle leaked out of
his tiny slit onto my fingers. He smiled and nodded, urging me to
use it as lube, and I rolled it along his flesh until it resembled
a slick glaze.

It can't be...is he actually
getting...harder?

I didn't want to believe it at first. But
when I touched the huge purple head to my tongue, I knew it was the
savage truth.

I forced him to my tongue's rear, wagging my
tongue against his surface as a test. He tasted like salt and
minerals, a strangely decadent taste I wanted to experience more
of.

I'd only made my first few loops, reaching
halfway down his shaft with my lips, when I felt his huge hands on
my hair.

Mr. Langern laced his fingers through my
soft locks and shoved my mouth down. I sailed across his flesh, my
surprised tongue skimming his cliff-like veins, dangerously close
to his balls.

I sputtered. He took it as a signal to
stop.

Good thing too. If he'd forced me any lower,
I would've choked. Cautiously, I tilted my eyes upward, hoping I
hadn't blown the moment.

Shadows dances with the
flames in his eyes. He nodded again, more secretive than before,
looking like a sexual shaman moving forward with sensual
rites.

I sucked him harder. I ran my tongue deeper
into the crevice beneath his head, swirling and learning to play
along his skin.

“
Fuck!” He grunted like a
motor. My eyes went wide as his whole girth ballooned in my
mouth.

There couldn't be any mistaking it. He was
about to burst soon, and shower my mouth in a deluge of semen.

I closed my eyes and tightened my lips,
preparing for the climax, my first taste of a man's essence. Rich
cream leaked out of me and trickled along my thigh. I dabbed it up
with one hand, while my other lightly squeezed his balls, feeling
them pucker inward with a molten payload.

Suddenly, his right hand fisted my hair and
jerked me away. My lips went numb from the rushing coolness – the
empty chasm left by his absence.

“
Not like this. It won't
be long before I'm filling every part of you with come, Kaylee. But
I'm after your virginity. Lay back and get ready, little girl. I
want to see how beautifully you dance beneath my
tongue.”

I rolled with his hands on my shoulders. The
mattress carried me like a soft wave. Without hesitating, Mr.
Langern pushed his face to my right thigh, kissing his way up.

“
Oh, you don't have to do
–“

Mr. Langern answered my self-conscious
worries by scratching my thighs with his stubble. It stung on both
sides, and then he was in me, intimate and ferocious.

My mouth dropped. Stunned silence filled the
room as I struggled to adjust to his face between my legs.

His tongue snaked straight up my slit,
wedging itself amid my labia. The tip caught all the stray cream
drooling out of me.

He shook his face to the side a little and
went deeper, faster, tasting me like I was filled with some divine
confection.

I started to moan. My thighs shook, wobbling
closer to his head.

The rough hands were back, spreading me
apart, laying me bare for whatever his mouth wanted. I finally
understood.

He's not going to be satisfied. Not until
he's gotten everything. Oh, Jesus, what kind of animal have I
released here?

I had a flash of his life,
my decade as Holly's best friend, sensing the hidden sexual tension
frothing in one lonely man who'd lost his wife. The eagerness in
his movements said I was the
only
woman he'd had after her passing. And when a man
is left barren for so long, stuffed to the brim with his desires,
slow roasting from the inside out...

“
Holy shit. Mr. Langern,
please!”

His tongue found my clit. He sucked it
against the tip, orbiting my overcharged nub. Ten fleshy strokes in
and I climaxed.

I held nothing back. Grunting, writhing,
fuming, dancing, I came on his mouth.

My throat hummed with labored breathing,
becoming groans. I'd masturbated myself to completion plenty of
times. But nothing compared to this.

Nothing else in the world. Nothing like the
blinding sweet numbness of ecstasy prickling my veins. My flesh
turned to ice, and a second later became fire again.

Mr. Langern held me lower, growling as he
smothered my clit in his restless, flapping, wonderful tongue. Who
knew that a man's mouth truly held the key to heaven?

My private rhapsody inscribed in flesh
passed. Opening my eyes, I saw his face over mine.

He'd moved up to me, covering my small body
with his. More than two hundred pounds of lean, sculpted muscle
pressed dangerously close onto my whole body, his erection held
against my entrance like a lucid arrow.

“
Wait!” I cried,
flattening my hands on his broad chest. “Isn't something missing? A
condom?”

Mr. Langern's face twisted, half-smile and
half-sneer. His hand wavered gently up my shoulder, caressing the
right side of my face.

“
Why would you want to
take away the most raw, real thing about your first time? Sure, I
can retrieve one and slide it over my cock right now. But neither
one of us really wants that, do we?”