Stan paused, lifting his mouth from her breast with a wet, obscene pop that made Sophie whimper at the sudden loss. His lips trailed downward in a slow, burning path, kissing the underside of one heavy curve, then lower, along the soft cleavage valley between her breasts, before drifting to the delicate skin of her neck.

He lingered there, sucking gently at first, then harder, marking her with a low groan that vibrated against her pulse.

But he couldn’t stay away for long.

He returned to her breasts like a man possessed, no more gentle teasing, just raw dominance.

"I just can’t get enough of you, Sophie," he growled against her skin, voice thick with hunger. One hand pinned both her wrists above her head, holding them firmly to the mattress so she couldn’t push him away or cover herself. His other hand claimed one breast fully, squeezing the plush, milky flesh with possessive strength.

The softness was addictive, warm, heavy, yielding perfectly under his fingers like it was made to fill his palms. He kneaded it roughly, thumb and forefinger rolling and pinching the stiff nipple until it throbbed.

Sophie arched hard, a sharp cry escaping her as pleasure spiked straight to her core. Her nipples had hardened into tight, aching peaks, hypersensitive and flushed dark pink from his earlier attention.

When he lowered his head again, he sucked one deep into his hot, wet mouth, hard, relentless, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud in tight, demanding circles.

He tugged it between his teeth, biting just enough to make her gasp, then soothed it with long, greedy licks before sucking again, pulling it deeper like he wanted to devour her whole.

He switched breasts without mercy, alternating, getting rougher each time. Every squeeze sent waves of heat flooding through her body; every hard suck made her walls clench around nothing, soaking her thighs.

"Ha~ Ha~ Ha~" Sophie’s breathing turned into desperate, broken gasps. Her thighs pressed together instinctively, trying to ease the growing ache between them, but it only made her wetter. Slick heat dripped from her, coating her folds as she writhed beneath him.

Stan noticed. He slid his free hand down her body without warning, fingers gliding through her soaked slit.

Two thick fingers rubbed slow, firm circles over her swollen clit while his mouth stayed latched to her breast, sucking and biting in rhythm with his hand.

"Look how wet you are just from my mouth on your tits," he murmured against her glistening nipple, voice dark and satisfied. "You’re dripping for me, Sophie. Soaking my fingers like you’ve been aching for this all night."

"Ahn" Sophoe couldn’t refute, she moaned louder, hips bucking helplessly against his hand, wrists straining uselessly against his grip.

The dominance, the way he held her down, owned her breasts, forced her to feel every pull and squeeze, made her feel completely claimed, pliant and desperate to please him.

Her body trembled, nipples throbbing in his mouth, breasts aching deliciously from the rough attention. She was getting closer to the edge, but not quite there, just needy and whimpering.

"Please..." she gasped, voice cracking. "Stan... I need you. Please, I can’t... please..."

Right then, he pulled his mouth off her breast with another wet pop, the cool air hitting her saliva-slick skin and making her shiver. In one smooth motion he shifted, releasing her wrists only to settle between her spread thighs.

Sophie’s eyes widened in hazy surprise when, instead of pushing inside, he gripped his thick, hard cock and rubbed it slowly along her soaked entrance, gliding the swollen head up and down her slick folds, pressing just enough to part them but never sliding in.

The pleasure was electric, the friction against her clit making her moan, but the emptiness was maddening. Every slow grind teased her opening, spreading her wetness over his length, yet left her clenching around nothing.

She looked up at him with a pleading, glassy-eyed stare, lips parted. "Please, Stan... put it in. I need you inside me..."

Stan grinned, dark and wicked, still rolling his hips to grind his cock against her dripping heat. "How does it feel to get teased mercilessly now, Sophie?"

"I won’t tease you again, Stan..." she breathed, lying flat on her back, her beautiful silky black hair fanned out wildly across the pillows. She didn’t care how it looked, she only cared about the throbbing need between her legs, the way every teasing slide of his cock made that ache grow hotter, deeper. "Please... I need you."

To her surprise, Stan leaned down over her, capturing her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.

She kissed him back just as fiercely, tongues sliding together. When he pulled back, his lips hovered inches from hers, breath warm and ragged.

"Don’t stop teasing me, Sophie," he whispered, voice low and intimate. "I love the tease... just don’t be merciless about it."

He smiled then, slow and full of promise. "I’m going in."

Sophie’s heart hammered wildly in her chest. This was her first time, really her first, and the anticipation mixed with longing made her tremble. She grabbed fistfuls of the sheets tightly, nodding shyly, eyes locked on his.

Stan reached down, gripping his cock. He slapped the thick head against her soaked entrance twice, sharp, wet sounds that drew little gasping moans from her each time. Then, slowly, carefully, he began to push inside.

The stretch was intense. Her tight, virgin walls parted around him inch by inch, wrapping him in scorching, silky heat that gripped him like a velvet fist. The feeling was intoxicating, hot, wet, and so perfectly snug it made him groan deep in his chest.

Sophie’s breath hitched as the pressure built, a sharp sting blooming inside her. Her face tensed, brows drawing together, but she kept her eyes on his, trusting.

"You’re still a virgin..." Stan murmured, voice rough with surprise and sudden tenderness. He stopped moving instantly, holding still inside her, giving her time.

She nodded, biting her lip.