Cherry Girl by Candy Dance Page B

Eleven
     
    All thoughts of confusion, of being used, and of anger fled Rider’s mind when Lisette laid back on the hood of his Mustang and held open her pussy lips for him. Never would he have been able to imagine a real woman being so open and eager for him. The trust Lisette placed in him and the willingness she showed him wiped out his fears and questions for the moment. And that was all they needed, just this one moment, because Lisette was one sexy hot babe and he was ready for her.
    So ready . . . he'd never felt as hard or as aroused or as invincible as when Lisette looked at him so passionately. God, she was real. That thought nearly took him to his knees for more than the relished act of tonguing Lisette’s pretty pink pussy. A man could keep a real woman. Having a real woman could mean a lifetime. Love? Maybe real love, not something to be embarrassed over because you had fallen in love with a machine.
    “Oh hh hh! Rider! Lick me some more. Oh, baby, please!”
    All thoughts fled Rider’s mind with the sound of Lisette’s passionate squeals and with the sweet hot taste of her on his tongue. The folds of her pussy were swollen and flushed. They tasted salty and tangy as he licked, returned, licked, and returned again for more. The delicate flesh quivered against his lips and tongue as Lisette’s pelvis shivered, and then he licked her clit.
    “ Oh, Rider! Oh! Oh!” she cried with her inner thighs flexing wildly.
    “Yes, baby,” he uttered, flicking his tongue faster now over her clit with a new side to side motion.
    “Oh! Please, please!” Lisette cried mindlessly, making him smile. She liked the new motion, he could tell as he whipped his tongue faster and faster to her sexy cries of pleasure. Then when he had her gasping wildly, he brought one of his fingers forward and he played with the shivering opening to her vagina.
    “Oh hh! Ohh!” she squealed, raising her ass upward to balance on the back of her shoulders and on the heels of her boots as he screwed her with one finger, while he flicked her clit hard with his tongue. He had to follow her gyrations, but he kept up with a nose full of curling blond pubic hair and two fingers that were dripping wet. Christ , she was hot for him.
    He felt her climax beginning on his mouth and over his fingers before her scream shattered the cargo hold. Yes! He wanted to shout it felt so good, but he kept his mouth working and his fingers plunging inside her until she whimpered one last time and her body relaxed beneath him.
    He slowed then but he did not stop. He took time to kiss her pussy slowly, pretending it was her mouth, while he circled his fingers in her tight vagina, stretching and easing the walls slowly. Lisette’s fingers tunneled through his hair with slow strokes as she murmured soft sounds of pleasure. Now he knew how to take a virgin. All a man had to do was care for the woman and the rest would follow.
    Lisette watched Rider lift his head, and then straighten his back, rising until he stood over her. He let his shirt slide off his elbows, wrists, hands, and then fall to the deck as he gazed down at her. They would make love now, a complete joining. But she couldn’t. Not without telling him.
    Her bottom lip quivered as she watched him reach for the snap on his pants. “I might get pregnant!” she blurted, turning her face to the side, not daring to see his response.
    “You are not protected?” he asked slowly.
    “No,” she mumbled with her gaze still turned to the side. Then she felt Rider bend over her. She saw his wrist and hand as he braced it on the hood beside her face, but still she could not look at him.
    “And before?” he asked with his breath warm on her cheek.
    “N-No,” she mumbled with a catch in her voice.
    “Why not?” he asked with a deep tone starting in his voice. “You knew you could get pregnant. Did you want to get pregnant?”
    Lisette cringed at the accusation in Rider’s voice just before she blurted, “Yes,