Her first orgasm of the night. He continued to work his fingers in and out of her, watching her as she came, stretching out the pleasure for her until she was limp and trembling in his arms, and his fingers slipped in and out of her with noisy ease. He scissored them inside her, and when she didn’t respond with more than a sigh, he pulled his fingers free of her pussy and brought them to his lips.

She tasted fucking amazing.

“That was an exceedingly delicious base,” he told her, licking his fingers clean of her taste.

She moaned a soft agreement against him.

“So . . . third is next?” His hand stroked down her side, caressing her. “Or are you done for the night, love?”

“Hmm?” Marjorie blinked at him, dazed. “No, I’m not done.”

“Good, because I’m not done with you. Third base, I believe, is where I get to eat your pussy, right?”

Her cheeks turned pinker and she nodded. “I believe that’s what it is, yeah.”

“My favorite.” He pressed a kiss to her mouth and then got up off of the bed. He turned and gazed at her, naked and sprawled and breathless in his sheets, and felt another surge of masculine pride. Utterly lovely, and all his. He ran a hand down his impatient dick, reminding it that it would get its chance later.

She propped up on her elbows. “What do you want me to do?”

“Just lie back and enjoy, sweetheart. I want you to come all over my face.” He knelt beside the bed and pressed his stomach against the mattress. She gave him a confused look until he grabbed her by each thigh and dragged her toward him, until the vee of her sex was inches away from his face. “Put your thighs over my shoulders,” he instructed her.

She did, and he could feel the trembling racing through her body.

“Tell me if this is too much for you and you want me to stop,” he told her in a husky voice.

“Y-you don’t have to—”

“I don’t have to do anything,” he corrected, and gave her a smug grin. “But eating you out has been on my to-do list all fucking week long, and I can’t wait to get started.”

She fell back onto the covers with a little sigh.

He studied the pussy in front of his face. He’d fingered it, sure, but getting a close look at it was a pleasure all its own. Her labia were swollen with need, and they were delicately pink—as was the clit that seemed to be begging for attention as well. “You have a rather lovely cunt,” he told her in a husky voice.

“T-thank you?”

He pressed his thumb to one side of her sex, parting her slick lips and revealing more of her to his eyes. There, her little clit was swollen, and he leaned in and gave it a teasing lick.

Her body jolted and then she squirmed. Her hands went above her head and wrapped in the blankets. “Oooh.”

“Feel good?”

“Feels like too much,” she moaned.

“No such thing.” He leaned in and tongued it again. Her sweet taste filled his mouth, the scent of her enveloping him. There was a hint of musk to Marjorie’s delicate flavor, and he couldn’t get enough of her. He began to lick her in earnest, dragging his tongue over her labia and collecting all the moisture he could find. His tongue glided up and down, and he nibbled on the lips of her sex when she got too silent. He liked her making those little noises of surprise and pleasure as she experienced oral sex for the first time. He wanted to blow her mind with it, so he did his best to keep her on edge. He licked his way up again, and then began to swirl his tongue around her clit.

She moaned and began to rock her hips against his face, grinding against his mouth.

And fuck, that was hot.

“I goddamn love third base,” he whispered into her flesh.

She moaned in agreement, and he tongued her clit again.

He wanted more of her, though. Wanted her to come on his face, just like he’d told her. So he pushed her hips up a little higher and his tongue sought out the entrance to her cunt. It was just as swollen as the rest of her sex, and wet with need, and he stabbed his tongue into her.

She shrieked. “Oh my gosh!”

Now that was more like it. He tongued her again, pumping his tongue into her like he wanted to do with his cock. She moaned and writhed against him again, and he heard her breathing speed up, heard her little moans turn into a soft “oh, oh, oh” and knew she was getting close again. His dick jerked in response, and he had to pause in his pussy-eating or else he was going to lose control, himself. She was overwhelming him. So he pulled his tongue free and kissed her labia and licked her slowly, and she sank back on the bed again, rolling her hips leisurely as his mouth explored her and Rob tried to think about unsexy things that would kill his raging hard-on for just a bit longer.

So he thought about Marjorie with a big fake, hard set of tits shoved onto her chest—size DDD pressing out of those tiny breasts, and a chop-job that left her tits lopsided and her nipples weirdly shaped. Yeah, that did it. Rob liked a lot of things on girls—big thighs, small thighs, big butts, small butts, but he was particular about tits, and he liked a pair of natural ones. With a mental shiver at that thought, he pressed another kiss to her pussy. “Do you like my mouth on you, sweetheart?”

She moaned and one hand went to the back of his head, pressing him back down and silently instructing him to get back to business.

He chuckled. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He gave her clit another lick and then sank his tongue deep inside her again, and she squirmed and bucked against him so much that he knew she was close to another orgasm.

He’d get her there, too. The taste of her was stronger here, and her cunt juicy with her slick heat. He flicked his tongue inside her, and decided to add a little something extra to things. He pulled his mouth free and kissed her inner thigh. “Grip me with these, sweetheart.”

She did, her firm thigh muscles clenching against his neck.

Perfect.

Rob sank his tongue into her again, and as he did, one hand went to her clit and began to tease it in time with the strokes of his tongue.

She gave a little squeal and her hips bucked against him. “Oh gosh! Oh!” Her pussy ground against his face, and she was practically shoving her cunt against his tongue, which was hot as fuck. His own hips pushed against the bed as he continued to eat her out, his thumb rubbing against her clit as he worked her with his tongue, and she moaned and cried out his name, over and over, her hips rocking against him until her movements became so needy and so quick that she was doing little more than quivering against his tongue, her voice a high-pitched cry that seemed to go on and on.

And then she was coming, and she clenched him so hard with her thighs that she nearly cut off his circulation, and her juices flooded his tongue and his mouth and he lapped at her, his thumb still working her clit to draw the orgasm out and make it last forever. God, she was sexy. Sexy and responsive and all goddamn his.

And still a virgin, but not for long. His cock was more than ready to seal the deal, and so was the rest of him.

Reluctantly, he pulled his face away from her hot, sweet pussy. His mouth and cheeks were wet from her juices, and he tugged at his shirt and pulled it free of his belt, then wiped his face clean. Marjorie’s legs hung over the side of the bed, and she lay back, stunned, staring up at the ceiling, her face flushed.

He chuckled. “Did I break you, sweetheart?”

“That’s twice,” she said in a dreamy voice. “My legs feel like noodles but I feel so, so good.”

“Good enough to cover that last base, do you think?”

She languidly sat up on the bed and licked her lips. “But Rob, we haven’t done any of the bases for you.”

Ah, damn. His cock hurt so bad at the sound of that. “I know, sweetheart. We’ll get to me some other night. Tonight is about you and your virginity. You sure you want to lose it? You won’t hurt my feelings if you change your mind.”