HisIndecentBoxSetpub by Sky Corgan

tried to
hang on for as long as I could, never wanting the oral excursion to
end, but my bodily control wasn't as strong as his, and when he went
to flick his tongue across my sensitive nub a final time, I imploded
with my orgasm, the intensity of which was so great that I actually
saw stars. I gasped as the contractions rolled through me almost
violently, curling my toes and clawing at the comforter beneath us.
Damien Reed between my legs was heaven on earth. If his oral sex felt
this good, I couldn't even imagine how his cock would feel, and I so
hoped that was what was coming next.
    He emerged
breathless, my juices glistening on his lips, which he quickly licked
clean. I wanted to grab him by the hair and crush him to me for a
heated kiss, but I was too exhausted to move, doing my best to send
mental signals for him to come down to me. We must not have been in
sync though, because he simply knelt between my legs, stuffing his
cock back in his pants and zipping up.
    I
scowled internally. No. Wrong. You're supposed to be taking
more clothes off, not putting them back on. Why can't you get naked
like me? I'm naked. Naked is good. You should get naked too.
    By the time I
finished my internal monologue, he was already crawling off of the
bed, returning to his clipboard to make notes while he caught his
breath. I laid there, stunned, trying to process everything that had
just happened. This was my first sexual experience, I realized. My
first true honest to God sexual experience. His cock had been in my
mouth, and his mouth had been on my cunt. And how amazingly good it
had all felt. I wanted more. So much more.
    Boldly, I rolled
onto my side, propping my head up on my hand to ask, “When are
we going to have sex?”
    His body stiffened
for a moment, as if the question caught him off-guard. “We're
not.”
    “ What?”
This had to be a mistake. He couldn't possibly have done all of that
to me and then not have plans to have sex. It just . . . wasn't fair.
    “ We're
not going to have sex,” he repeated, and then sat with the
clipboard to finish jotting down his notes.
    “ Why
not?” I frowned, not bothering to hide it.
    “ Because
you're a virgin, and I don't have sex with virgins.” He kept
looking down at the clipboard, and I couldn't help but think he was
avoiding my eyes.
    “ What
if I'm willing? I mean, what if I want to?”
    “ It
doesn't matter.” He finally looked up at me, his expression
serious and emotionless as always. “I know you might think this
is what you want, but it's really not. You're just aroused right
now.”
    “ But
it is what I want,” I insisted.
    “ Your
first time should be with someone you love.”
    “ Ha!
We just did all this, and now you're getting on a moral high horse.”
I threw my legs over the bed angrily, grabbing my clothing and
jerking them back on.
    “ Cheyenne,”
he sighed. “It's not a moral issue, it's a psychological one.”
    “ How
so?”
    “ I
know a lot of girls. The ones who regret their first time are almost
always the ones who don't have it with someone special.”
    “ You
are special to me. I thought you would have figured that out by now,”
I blurted the words out and then instantly regretted them. Now I
sounded like a lovesick stalker. He probably wouldn't want me to come
back.
    Damien's voice
softened. “I just . . . don't want you to regret it. I'm sorry,
but I'm not budging on this.”
    I was screaming on
the inside. Then what is the point of these stupid lessons? Were
you just trying to seduce me and make me want you more? If that was
the case, then you're an absolutely cruel and horrible monster.
    It wasn't true
though, and I knew it. To him, this was all professional. Strictly
professional.
    It took everything
in me to calm myself, realizing I had overreacted. Part of me knew I
should leave and never come back, but I was so addicted to him. I
couldn't stand the thought of giving up our one-on-one sessions, of
not being intimately close to him. Even