Deep, Deep Donuts by Megan Wade
Tamara
“Eat me? How?” I blurt, wincing because it sounds so naïve. I know how guys ‘eat’ girls. I’m not dumb, I’ve seen videos online showing what happens in the bedroom. But I also know that Pornhub is a little different to real life, so I kinda just want to check that we’re on the same page here.
Wes’s fingers flex against my sides, and his grin grows wider. “By putting my mouth right between your legs until you come so hard you don’t even know what day of the week it is.”
I gasp, moan, and quiver all at the same time.
He leans in and sucks my lower lip into his mouth. “Sound like something you’ll like?”
“Uh-huh,” I whisper, nodding before I release a yelp as he lifts me off the floor and sits me on the counter, transporting me from point A to point B like I weigh nothing at all. And since I know exactly how much I weigh, the man is strong as fuck. Hawt!
“If there’s any point this evening where you decide you want me to stop, just give me the word and I’ll stop right away. No questions asked. OK?”
“OK,” I whisper, swooning hard and smiling a dopey smile because there’s no way I’m saying no to any of this. The hottest guy I’ve ever been alone in a room with is touching me in ways I’ve only ever dreamed of being touched before, and I’m going to commit every little bit of it to memory and hold on to it for dear life because it’s likely I’ll never get this chance again. This man is my unicorn lover, and I am here for it!
Wes grins wickedly as he slides his hands down my body, pushing my dress up to my waist before he hooks his fingers in the waist of my panties. “Now, let me look at this precious, untouched valley of yours.”
His cheeky words send a delighted shiver up my spine, and I lift my butt as he drags my panties down and knocks my sandals to the floor. I think the panties are short to follow, but he holds them between his fingers, circling his thumb over the fabric as his eyes lift to mine.
“They’re wet,” he murmurs.
I’m torn between being embarrassed by that and finding the rough edge in his voice arousing. “I'm really fucking turned on right now,” I force out, my voice unsteady, even though my words are bold.
I’m rewarded with a hot, manly growl as he lowers to his knees and pushes my thighs wide. “I need to see.”
With a flash of nervous energy taking residence in my belly, I take a breath and allow my thighs to move with him. An animalistic sound rumbles out of his chest, and then I feel his fingertips brush the seam of my apex.
“Ohhhh.” I shudder with delight and desire.
“So wet. So pink. So perfect.” His gaze connects with mine, pure bliss crossing his features as he slips his fingers into the slick wetness of my arousal. I gasp as he enters me. He’s only using two digits, but they’re so big and I’m so tight. But, holy fucking wow, this feels good.
“More,” I gasp, a whimpering sound I’ve never heard before coming out of me as he works his fingers in and out. My entire dermis is tingling all over my body, nipples hard, tummy coiled. The only thing I’m fully aware of is the delicious push and pull of his fingers moving inside me, and the only thing I know for sure is that I need something more. Some that will quell the ache that seems to be getting bigger and bigger, tighter and tighter. Wes is the only one who can fix that for me. “Please.”
“Mmm,” he moans, a soft expression taking over his face as he watches his fingers disappear, then reappear from within my body. “I can smell how turned on you are. It’s intoxicating. I’m dying to be the first and only man inside you, sweets. But first, I need this taste.”
He’s saying all the right things, speaking of the rest of our lives and being my only… It’s everything I’ve ever wanted to hear, but even in this altered state of desperate arousal and longing, I dare not get my hopes up. There are no promises being exchanged here. Just two consenting adults with a mutual love of donuts spending a dirty summer night together. This may be my first time, but I’m educated enough to know that men are known to say some crazy shit in the throes of passion. In fact, it’s one of the pieces of advice Sasha insisted I learn—men tell the truth after sex, not before. So instead of mentally planning out our wedding and our future together, I let out my breath and focus on enjoying the moment, eagerly anticipating his mouth on me.
“Please, Wes.”
“So sweet.” He lets out a moan as he buries his face between my thighs, his tongue flicking over my clit while his fingers curl and press my inner walls, causing me to twitch my hips in response.
“Oh god, Wes! It’s too good! I’m gonna come!”
“Hold on,” he commands, and I grab his head, holding him to me as he sucks my clit and swirls his tongue, driving into my entrance with his thick fingers. I’m dying a beautiful death, and this is only the entrée. What the hell is going to happen to me when we move onto the main course? And dessert???
“I can’t. I can’t. Please!”
His fingers fuck me hard and fast as I hiss and writhe, trying not to fall off the countertop. The idea of tumbling to the ground and ruining this amazing moment has me pulling back just enough that I don’t come before he wants me to, but my body is still wound so tight that I know it won’t take much to tip me over the edge.
“Wes! Please!”
“Tell me you’re mine. Tell me I get to own you and I’ll let you come,” he growls, his words turning me on so much that if I were a squirter, that would probably be happening in response.
“I’m yours,” I pant. “I'm yours for as long as you want me. Please. Please. I can’t hold on.”
A rumble leaves his chest as he latches onto my clit with a force that sends me throwing my head back and howling, gripping his head tightly between my thighs as I explode, bucking against him.
“Weeeeeeeessssssssss!”
I keep thrashing against him, fingers in this hair, thighs gripping so tight I’m on the verge of doing him damage, but somehow, I don’t—thank god—and as he slows his movement, bringing me back down with a series of gentle licks, it feels as though my bones have turned to liquid, and I’ll never, ever be the same Tamara again.
“Delicious,” Wes says with a smirk as he wipes at his mouth while he rises to his feet, standing between my open legs while his rock-hard cock strains at the denim of his jeans and presses against my thigh. I swear I can feel it throbbing, tapping like it’s knocking and wants to be let out. “I love how you taste.”
I bite my lip, trying to hide my smile. “I love how you taste me,” I say. And he chuckles, leaning in and kissing me so deeply I can taste my sweetness in his mouth. It’s not a flavor I ever expecting learning about, but just knowing where it came from and how much he loves it, has me turned on all over again.
“Maybe we should skip dinner and go straight to dessert,” I whisper, using my ankles to pull him in closer. “Mexican tastes even better reheated, you know?”
Threading his fingers through my hair, he tucks it behind my ear as he chuckles, nipping lightly at my mouth. “My girl is eager, huh? I like it. Point me in the direction of your bedroom and we’re there.”
Looping my arms around my neck, I kiss him with abandon, feeling my internal wanton woman coming to life. “Down the hall. First door on your right.”
He growls and lifts me off the counter, heading directly for my bed as I giggle and realize that this is it. No more virginity for me. It’s all his, he can have as much of me as he wants, and frankly, if it’s even a fraction as good as what just happened, I can’t wait.
