Vernon Müller did not know why he brought this woman out with him. This is something he had never taken the initiative to do ever before, but now.
He did not regret it because tonight he just wanted this woman who had tempted him to the point where he felt he would explode from the raw need.
The breast he both needed and sucked on were smaller than he was used to, but from their softness, he knew that at least they were natural and from how perky they were they had not yet been sullied by a child.
Small hands entered his pants. Brushing against his hardness, Vernon chuckled when she froze in her exploration. Pulling away from the breast, and then forced her to lie on her back.
He felt that if he did not make her ache with need soon, he would lose her.
He had no desire to lose her therefore, the woman beneath him, Vernon Müller wanted to please for the first time a woman.
Staring down at those catlike eyes now half lidded, the plump lips she refused him to capture parted, revealing that pink tongue hiding within.
His gaze fell on her slip neck, shoulders and those full twin peaks still wet from his sucking.
Beneath him like a temptress, she twisted. The red hair on her head slowly being slipped off to expose—
Vernon's mouth twitched, his eyes dimmed, he found it an eyesore and therefore he reached forward and pulled it off and then leaned over capturing the lobe of her ear when she stiffened while he rubbed her head, admiring the softness of it.
"..."
Confused, Vernon licked and kissed her lobe, trailing the length of her jawline, the hand massaged the swollen flesh on her chest; pinching lightly, pulling and gently squeezing. While the other explored her head.
He is not a fully naïve man, but this type of hairstyle is rather unique. He had never met a woman with her hair like this, and he had met many women before.
His hand tugged at the hair, trailing it until it stretched past her shoulder blades. It was not long, but the braid was thick enough, so he knew it would be nice and full.
Either way, he did not care. The woman beneath him twisted more and the cries she emitted were better.
She was responsive; like a car he had driven over and over, which responded to his every move. The slight press on the gas breaks the turn of the wheel. Each caress was met with a moan that travelled to his soul.
Feeling the urge to have a rare taste, something he had never had the pleasure of doing, Vernon finished stripped the dark beauty below him and kissed a trail, pausing just above that area he wanted to Bury his aching length within.
Leaning back on his heels, Vernon stretched his hands out and spread her to have a look at her dark core. He felt as though he was looking at a dark rose parting to reveal its pink folds a contrast when compared to its dark protective area.
Reaching out with a finger, Vernon trailed it the length of her petals.
Leaning closer, he licked that area as a test before continuing, unable to stop himself from licking, sucking and nibbling, regardless of her protest. A firm hold of those thighs and she was made to stay in the position he desired until he was finished with this liquid treat.
When he was finished, his lower face was moist from her juices. Satisfied that she was wet enough he stripped quickly before she could even recover from the climax. Palmed himself stroking from tip to base then unable to resist his primal need he entered her in one smooth stroke.
Vernon had many women. He is a man with needs that have to be satisfied.
A woman to him is simply there for one reason only; to sate his needs. Nothing more, nothing less.
It is how he saw them and because of that; he refused to have a virgin.
A virgin he would have to take due care and he, in truth, had no desire to put in so much effort for a woman.
Yet the barrier, the Red and her tightness dumbfounded him.
How is this possible?!
How could a woman like her be...
Her core fluttered. To him, it felt as if countless small mouths were massaging his member. An agonising groan slipped from between his lips followed by his sense of reason.
Pulling out halfway he plunged once again, hearing her gasping cry.
Had, it was the past.
Now he has one, one that responded and did this sort of thing as a job. He would never let her go.
Leaning forward he whispered softly in her ears, the German words of blind promises she could never understand, but he felt he should not give her up.
Her first.
Her last.
Her only.
She will never get away.
Something deep in him unflurred. Vernon could not deny her. He could not help himself as he took her over and over.
A man who had never given away his seed spilled inside a woman so many times he had lost count.
She is a temptation.
He has no problem giving in. His mind is clear, but could he keep her?
For the first time in his life, Vernon felt stuck when it came to a woman.
To him, a man, she is still just that; just a woman. He will have her, if she wanted him or not. He can teach her to want him as much as he now wanted her.
Once Vernon had finished with such thoughts, he slipped from the bed to prepare a basin of Luke warm water to clean her up. Searching in the kitchen, he located a basin and not long later a cloth.
Filling it with water at a decent temperature boiling water, Vernon returned to her side and slowly cleaned her up.
She had already passed out, probably because he could not resist taking her so many times.
Vernon stared down at the slightly bruised, naked young woman, his eyes flashing.
Leaning forward he kissed her, finally having a taste of those lips.
He closed his eyes, slipping his tongue in between the two, searching for her own, as if staking his claim. He kissed her like a man possessed or a beast, unable to release his prey until the bones and discarded skin are left.
Pulling away, he rose to his full height, sucking in a breath of fresh air while staring at her still resting form.
If he did not have her—
Vernon did not think on that further but turned and left, pausing at the exit making sure she was well covered before continuing out.