She’s a rainbow of emotions. A pretty way of describing how she’s been by turns furious, sad, elated, and now there’s a glint in her blue eyes. Violet. An endgame and I don’t know what to make of it.
This is the first time we’ve spent a whole day together—not counting my sitting with her when she was unconscious. I’ve wished for more time with her, and while this isn’t what I had in mind, I’ll take it.
“Is it just me, or is it hot in here?” Anwyn looks at me from under her lashes, and pulls off the cardigan, leaving only that white sundress. Hardly any more flesh exposed, really. Just her arms, and shoulders. Okay, and the valley between the swell of her breasts. The neckline reveals the tattoo. I haven’t spent enough time looking at it to trace the design from memory. I should have.
She saunters over to my desk, and I’m hypnotised by the sway of her hips. The floaty dress catches between her thighs and I suppress a groan.
“What are you doing, Anwyn.” I make the words harsh and the tone worse because my cock, which was already halfway to being hard, is now a steel rod.
“I was just thinking…” There are buttons down the front of the dress and I basically have a heart attack as she trails her fingers over them and leans over my desk.
That’s when I recognise this emotion from the range she’s going through.
Denial.
She’s not going to give up on what we gained last night.
I should tell her to stop as she undoes first one button, then the next.
“It’s hot in here.”
It’s not particularly, but I nod.
“I’m a bit sore…”
Alright, she’s right, it is roasting. I’m light-headed. She’s been through a lot in the last few days, but I’m the one that feels overwhelmed as she bares the valley between her breasts. So beautiful, I can’t drag my eyes away.
“Would you check something for me?” She has never smiled at me like this before, slow, wicked, and seductive. Sliding around the table, she perches on the edge, bare legs over mine. Arousal is flowing through me and into my dick. I swear it must be leaking precome. There’s a flyaway whisp of honey-blonde hair on her cheek and yeah, I want to brush it tenderly away. I also need to greedily scoop up all those silky strands and hold her as I fuck her so thoroughly she cries.
“Here.” She drags the hem of her dress up.
It should be my hand doing that. Undressing her. I clench my fists. To think I used to say Anwyn’s mere presence was torture.
What a naive man I was.
This. This is true suffering. To know what her cunt tastes like, and not be able to lose myself in her sweetness again, because if I did I’d be a shitty father and a bad example to the whole of my territory. She’s half my age.
She shifts so the top of her thigh, then the seam of her knickers is revealed and I can’t breathe. It’s all I can do to stop myself from reaching and pulling her onto my lap. I drag my gaze up to her face and there’s challenge there. Glittering defiance.
“Have I got bruises?”
“No.” I keep my gaze trained on her blue eyes. I’m going to drown in her and I don’t even care.
“You have to look,” she replies teasingly. “What about here?” A brush of fabric on skin, and without my volition I’m staring at her pert arse cheek where it’s exposed by her pulling up her little lacy knickers.
The knickers I bought for her.
I wonder if my cock will ever be soft again. Perhaps I’ll explode? The ache is practically a burn now. It’s taken over my whole body. I’m throbbing.
“Well?” she prompts me. My naughty minx. I catch her glancing at where she’s made me very obviously hard, and shit. This is playing with fire.
“No.” I drag in a breath like I’ve been trapped underwater. “You’re not bruised.” Thank god. I managed not to bruise her last night.
I will not feel disappointed that I didn’t leave a mark on her. I will not.
“Appreciate you checking.” She toys with the hem of her dress, letting it slide down.
Okay, that’s a bit more air in the room, but definitely disappointing. The sweet curve of the bottom of her arse, damn I’d look at her all day.
“I’d like to repay your kindness.”
“No thanks needed,” I grind out. “And I’m not kind.” I’m a slathering horrible monster.
“Maybe you need someone to be kind to you then. As an example.” She brushes her hand over the obvious bulge in my lap.
“Anwyn,” I say, the warning loud.
“I want to taste you, Ben.”
Ah fuck. She undoes me when she says my name.
“Let me make you feel good.” She leans over me. “Like you did for me last night.”
Words roll around in my head. I don’t speak.
“I could use my mouth. I didn’t have the chance to do that.” A hint of uncertainty, a pinch of yearning. The idea of my girl missing out on anything she wants is unthinkable. She can have everything.
“Go on then.” I barely recognise my voice. There’s authority, yes, but the rasp is all desire. “Get to your knees.”
She slides down eagerly, eyes shining with anticipation.
“Take out my cock.”
I think I intend to scare her, but as her lips part I slide my hand into her hair so very gently. As soft and tender as she deserves, even as I struggle not to shake. Her small hands on my belt. The tightening at my waist, then my trousers settle, looser. The button pops. The sound of the zip is a purr. She takes every movement with tentative slowness. Unfamiliar with a man’s clothing.
She’s so arousing, it’s unreal. The combination of eagerness and innocence.
She shifts and I see the carpet digging into my girl’s knees, and oh absolutely not.
“Stay there,” I bark and I ignore her hurt mewl as I stride off. Cushions. For a second my brain is so fried I can’t remember where in my own house I’d find a goddamn pillow, but I manage and haul two back like a caveman bringing home a kill. I toss them onto the floor.
She looks between me and the cushions and gulps. I don’t know what her over-active imagination has dreamed up, but I point. “Kneel there.”
Her shoulders relax as she crawls over and damn, I didn’t think I could get any harder, but apparently the sight of Anwyn crawling over to kneel and be more comfortable as she sucks my cock has the capacity to make precome leak from my cock. I’m desperate.
So you’d think it would be rough as I stand before her. But while I’m tempted to shove away my clothes, pull her mouth onto my cock and thrust, I’d prefer to savour her expression when she discovers me.
Savage pride at her bravery fills me as she draws down my boxers and her thumb brushes the head. Her eyes go wide as she reveals my length.
I’m beyond being objective right now, but her hands seem little next to my erection. I’m harder than I can ever remember, which is quite something given how I’ve thought of her for the last six months.
“Do you like your man’s cock, darling?” And though her expression was eloquent, a knot constricts in my chest as I wait for her answer.
The smile spreads across her face, lighting her eyes. She leans forwards, gaze fixed on mine and licks the tip. Once.
I jerk. That brief contact of her tongue forces a hiss from me.
“You tease,” I grind out, but there’s so much affection in it that she grins.
“Do you want me to suck your cock, Mr Crosse?”
My fist closes and she smirks as the action tightens her hair onto her scalp.
“Brat,” I murmur as I draw her inexorably to where I need her. She gasps as I tug. “I’ll get you back for this.”
I will. I’m going to lick her until she screams for mercy after her seventh orgasm in a row.
Right after… Oh god.
She takes the sensitive tip of my cock between her lips and my chest compresses. My breath is stolen. The pleasure is unlike anything I’ve experienced in my forty years of life. Her mouth is hot and wet and soft. Her lips press over the helmet and I’m cross-eyed. I’m big. Intimidatingly so, but she’s so freaking brave, and though it’s obviously stuffing her mouth and she must be forcing her jaw open, she covers her teeth and it’s all smooth heat.
“Deeper,” I tell her, and she obeys, taking me down until my cock hits the back of her throat. Then without being told, she bobs her head and hollows out her cheeks.
“Good girl.”
She whimpers and I feel her nod. Oh, she likes that, does she?
“My good girl, I love the way you’re sucking my cock.” I don’t know who is more turned on by my words, her or me. I see a shudder go through her and reach down to find her nipple. “You like this too, don’t you? Is your pretty slit wet for me?”
“Uh,” she makes a noise that could be a yes or just a wordless indication of need.
“You know what good girls who have pleased their man with the way they suck his cock get?” I don’t wait for her answer. “They get to receive more. I’m going to take your virginity, darling. I’m going to stretch you out, open you up, and ruin you for any other man.”
I didn’t intend to be so possessive, but I can’t help it. She has her mouth over my cock and I want her. I want more, damn it. And wrong or not—who am I kidding, it is deliciously taboo to be shoving into a woman twenty years younger than me—I’m not stopping. She’s my son’s age. Even though virgins have never been my thing, with Anwyn it makes this insanely hot.
“Good girls get fucked in their mouths.” I can’t believe I’m saying this, or going to do it.
She moans her assent.
Ah, right. That’s why. Because she’s brave and strong and can take all of me. The light and the dark.
“And if it’s too much, good girls tap here.” I place her little hand on my thigh, even as she continues to drive me out of my mind with her tongue exploring the taut skin of my cock. “Do you understand?”
Another whimper, and our eyes meet over my glistening shaft. I card both hands into her hair, the silk holding me, as I shift so I can see as I pull her further, deeper with each thrust of my hips upwards and pull of her down. It feels like Anwyn is smooth everywhere I touch. I bet her pussy is heaven. My brain stutters on that, the taboo wrestling with how perfect this is.
She’s mine. I’m the only one who will ever fuck her mouth. I’m not going to let her go. She’ll never have bad sex, or heartbreak, or be messed around.
Nope. She’ll be loved and cherished and given orgasms and complimented. And used too, because my dirty girl likes this.
As I fuck into her mouth, I’m unable to look away, and she doesn’t let go of my thigh, digging her nails into my quads and encouraging me to take her rougher and harder than I would otherwise. Her eyes water, but her hand never wavers. Never taps. And she doesn’t take her eyes off mine.
It’s passionate in a way I should have known it would be with Anwyn. The back of her throat makes the top of my cock tingle. I’m not fully in, just the head, really, but it’s enough. It’s more than enough with her blue eyes on me. My balls pull up, readying. Pleasure spirals low in my belly.
It’s a damn good thing I feel her slight nod and her grip my leg, but that’s not where I’m ending this.
“You do that so well, darling,” I rasp.
A small choke from her, and I lift Anwyn’s head away, a line of spit connecting us until she swallows and then licks her lips.
“Why have you stopped?” There’s a hint of confusion in her open-mouthed look. Her exposed breasts heave and yes, she looks wrecked, lips red from taking my cock.
“I’m a bit old-fashioned,” I say with a lopsided grin. “I’m going to mark you as mine. But tell me, darling, where would you like my seed?”
Her eyes go wide.
“Where would you prefer my seed to go, my good girl?” I rasp. “In your mouth? Over those creamy thighs you teased me with? Painting your little tits? Or going bare and deep into your pussy, and breeding you.”
“Yes.”
And we understand each other, this girl and I, because I don’t have to clarify. She means she wants all of those.
“We will. But tell me what you want now.”
