A Taste of Spring Chapter 11

SPRING

Spring had no idea things would ramp up so fast from just a kiss. One moment she was feeling like an
ass for beating Dez so many times, making him feel worse than he already felt. She was here to make
him feel better. The next minute she was on top of him while he kissed her senseless.

Heavens, he's a great kisser.

He was nothing like Troy or any of the other small number of guys she let kiss her in the past. At first,
Spring almost ended the kiss, embarrassed that he would sense that she wasn't good at this intimate
stuff. But, by the way he held onto her, and the strength of his kisses, it was as if her inexperience
didn't matter. She was turned on...and her core-it was molten lava.

When she felt Dez's hand touch her leg, then slide up under her skirt and over her thigh, Spring felt a
dizzying buzz of excitement. For the first time in her life, she felt like the pleasure of having sex might
not be one-sided. Her stomach dropped the moment his hand made contact with the panties that barely
covered her ass. He lifted her just a little with one hand while his fingers on the other hand trailed the
inside rim of her underwear until they came to her core that she knew was soaking wet.

"Dez," She whispered. Her breathing was labored, her chest heaving.

"Please don't tell me to stop." He mumbled into her mouth as he slipped his fingers under the delicate
fabric. "I want you so badly."

When Spring felt his finger brush against her vagina, her entire body shook with need. She rose to give
him better access, losing his lips in the process, but the move was worth the loss. His fingers slipped
easily into her creases while his mouth was busy biting through the material of her top. Dez hungrily bit
and sucked the fabric to get to her breast as he slid a finger inside her pussy.



"Oh God," Spring cried out. Her need was bordering on desperation.

You can have what you want, Spring, she told herself. You are living for yourself now.

Dez must have had the same idea because he pulled his finger free, causing Spring to whimper, then
he quickly unfastened his pants. He stared up at her with anxious but questioning eyes as he freed his
cock. Spring met his gaze for a brief moment before her curiosity got the better of her.

Her eyes lowered to the most glorious specimen of a male appendage she'd ever seen. It was long and
thick with raised veins. The head was slightly wider than the shaft. It looked smooth with a sherbet-like
color that made her lick her lips. Never before had she wanted to taste a man's cock. She always had
to be begged to perform the task, and even then, she was stingy with her favors.

Because yeah, that's what it was to her-a favor.

Except, as Spring stared at Dezmond's cock, all she wanted to do at the moment was suck the hell out
of it.

How is sex with him going to feel?

Her thoughts shut down when she felt her underwear being ripped from her body.

Dammit, she thought. Those were her favorite pair.

"Will buy you a dozen more," Dez mumbled, as he gently pushed her aside and shimmied his jeans
down his thighs and over his knees. He had her back and straddled on top of him before she could
process what was happening. The fact that she had him so worked up, breathing hard and just as
excited as she was, was intoxicating.

"What about the..."



Before she could even finish her question-one that she knew was important-Dez placed the tip of his
cock to her opening. He held the monster that was all flesh and veins in one palm and her waist with
his other hand. Dez pushed up and lowered her at the same time, impaling her in one skilled move.

They both cried out.

Dez called out a loud long grunt that held like a long note in a love ballad. Hers was a gasp from the
shock and pain of his intrusion. She was surprised that he plunged to the damn hilt and that she hadn't
been split in half. The joy she felt as he filled every inch of her, firing off pleasure sensors that she
never knew existed, was almost too much.

Spring's body felt alien to her. She felt like she had no control, with too many thoughts and no way to
express them. Overwhelmed with sensations that she felt sure she wouldn't survive, Spring could do
nothing to assist him.

Her lack of effort presented no setback for Dez. He took complete control. He slid a little lower on the
sofa and started to pump in and out of her with a steady rhythm that showed he was more experienced
than she was. He moved with assurance and skill as he stretched her opening like a master of its
domain.


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