Abigail Lacoste
The afternoon with the governor had been pleasant. After he made me have the first orgasm of my life, I felt as if a flame had been lit inside my body—I was crazy about him, wanting more and hoping to make him feel the same way I did. I put on a beautiful sheer red nightgown; I didn’t know what I was doing, but I was boiling inside, desperate for another orgasm. I walked to the living room where Órion was sitting in an armchair, looking at something on his laptop, and when he saw me, he quickly closed it. He wore prescription glasses, which made him even sexier; it was impossible not to want that man.
“I didn’t know you wore glasses,” I said, taking a few steps toward him, my hair loose.
“Sit here.” He showed me his thigh, inviting me to sit on it. I did as he asked, and Órion tucked my hair behind my ear, revealing the V-neck of my nightgown. The tips of my breasts were hard and outlined the thin fabric. “Curls, you’re so hot.” He leaned in, kissing my neck, then moved down, making a path to my breasts. “I won’t hold out like this.”
“Órion, I want to make you come,” I whispered in his ear, not knowing what I was doing, but desire was stronger. Smiling, he lowered one strap of the nightgown and leaned in, licking the hard tip of my breast. I threw my head back, moaning loudly.
“I want to taste you.” He looked into my eyes, making me get up from his lap. He took my hand and led me to the dining table, lifted my body onto it, and opened my legs, pulling down the thin panties I was wearing. “Do you want another orgasm?”
“Y-yes,” I stammered, already feeling wet.
“But remember, you’ll only have another orgasm with my cock buried inside your pussy.” My whole body trembled; I felt ready but hesitant. What if he was only interested in taking my virginity and then leaving me? “What’s wrong?” He stopped stroking me, maybe noticing my worry in my expression.
“Can I trust you?” I asked, holding his face in my hands.
“You can. I’m with you, curls.”
The insecurity was strong, but he had shown me his gentlemanly side, won my heart, and given me the confidence to let this moment happen.
“Now I’m going to touch you again.” Órion knelt before me, examining my pussy. I was embarrassed and anxious at the same time; I wanted to feel another orgasm. “Do you want it?”
“Yes, please, governor.”
He ran his tongue from bottom to top over the lips of my intimate part, making me throw my head back, closing my eyes. He kept sucking while I pulled his hair, crazed by those sensations. It was impossible to describe what my body was feeling—all of me was reacting to his touch: the hairs on my arms standing on end, my heart racing, my skin burning like hot embers, and my breath quickening. “Governor… ah… that…”
“Moan, curls, scream my name, show everyone who owns you.”
Every time his tongue touched my clitoris, I moaned loudly. The rhythm was steady, and like last time, I felt the orgasm coming—I was close when he stopped moving, leaving me completely frustrated.
“What are you doing? Keep going!” I shouted desperately, running my hand through my hair soaked with sweat, full of lust.
“I warned you, your next orgasm will be with me buried inside your pussy.” He looked at me with a cynical smile.
“Is this a game? Are you punishing me?” I asked, getting down from the table, too frustrated. “Just fuck me, Órion.”
I felt his kiss on my mouth, wanting more—I was on fire—but the governor went back to the armchair, unzipping his pants.
“Not yet, come on, you don’t want to make me come.”
I walked over to him, looking at his thick, hard member; my heart raced and, for a brief moment, I wondered if I could handle it. Smiling shyly, I got closer.
“Kneel in front of me and hold on.” I did as he asked, getting on my knees before him, and the governor grabbed my hair.
“Like this?” I held his member with both hands.
“Yes, now lick it carefully—watch out for the teeth.”
Carefully, I leaned in a little, running my tongue over it like I was licking a delicious ice cream. Órion threw his head back, letting out a moan, which made me even more excited, as if giving him pleasure was fueling the fire inside me.
“Am I doing it right?” I asked, looking into his eyes. The governor pushed my head, making me keep going. He was out of control, and I knew that was his answer—I was doing well.
“Oh… what a delicious mouth,” he moaned loudly, smiling, and I quickened the movements, sucking up and down, licking his cock and driving him even crazier. I felt powerful—it was intense. “Oh… curls.” That was all he said before pulling his cock from my mouth and aiming it at my breasts, covering both with his cum.
Órion watched me for a few seconds, smiling; his breath was still heavy, and I could hardly believe what I had just done. Later, we showered together; the governor washed every little part of my body, and when we were about to get out, he touched my clitoris, making me delirious with pleasure, then kissed my mouth, taking all my breath away. But just as my body was burning, he stopped and pressed our foreheads together. I was so desperate for him that all I wanted was his cock inside me.
“Let’s sleep,” he said, leaving me frustrated. Before, I wasn’t ready and asked him to wait, and now he was playing hard to get.
“Órion, I want you,” I said, looking into his eyes.
“What do you want, curls?” His cynical smile showed he understood my desire but wanted to hear it from my mouth.
“I want you inside me,” I whispered, feeling shy. He held my chin, making me look into his blue eyes.
“Are you sure? If we do this, there’s no turning back.”
“I’m sure. I want you.”
“Come.” He pulled me by the arm; we were still naked and walked quickly to the living room where I had given him oral before. The fireplace was lit, and on the floor was a huge furry rug. He took the blanket off the sofa, spread it on the rug, placed three pillows as if setting up our love nest, and finally turned off the lights, leaving only the moonlight and the firelight. “I’m going to love every inch of your body.”
Smiling, I kissed his mouth; my heart was calm because I felt safe, even though my mind screamed that this was wrong. However, Órion had already won my heart. Holding my body in his arms, he laid me down on the rug, kissed my neck, and moved down, making a path to my breasts, sucking each one, making me moan. He brought his right hand to my intimate part, massaging my clitoris while sucking my left breast, and I was already soaked because of him—I felt ready to give my virginity to the governor.
“So wet,” he whispered in my ear. “You’re my downfall, curls.”
“I want you so much, governor.” I kissed his mouth; he kept masturbating me. I closed my eyes, feeling like I was in paradise.
“Wait a moment, I’ll get a condom,” he said before leaving.
I smiled like a fool, realizing the moment had finally come—I would be his, just as he would be mine. Órion came back with two small packets in his hands and tore one open with his teeth. His cock was already hard, and when he lay on top of me, opening my legs wider, I looked into his eyes, feeling even more confident.
“I’ll ask one last time—are you sure?”
“Yes, I’m sure.” He smiled, kissed my mouth, and I felt his member fit at the entrance of my pussy.
“I’ll go slowly. If you can’t take it, tell me, and I’ll stop.”
I shook my head, showing I understood. Órion began sliding his thick member inside me; the pain was bearable. I squeezed his arm as a burning sensation hit me—maybe that was the exact moment my hymen broke—but his movements continued while he kissed my neck.
“Are you okay? Want me to stop?” he asked worriedly.
“No, just keep going.”
He kept sliding in; the previous pain was gone, and when his movements became more intense, I let out a loud moan in his ear. Our breaths were quickened, and little by little, pleasure arrived.
“Heavens, you’re so tight!” he said. Our bodies were on fire, and looking down, I noticed blood on the latex of the condom when he pulled out a little to slide back in. “I won’t last long.”
I felt his fingers caressing my clitoris while he still penetrated me relentlessly. I tried to close my legs when a wave of pleasure hit, and I gave in to the orgasm. My face was sweating just like Órion’s, and when he surrendered to pleasure, he laid his head on my shoulders, calling my name. I was no longer a virgin and was completely in love with the governor.