by Penny Wylder
In the back of my mind I know this is wrong. I know on so many levels that this could ruin, no—destroy, both of us.
And yet, I ignore that little bird, caging it and covering it with a blanket, so it's quiet. I don't want to hear it sing. The silence lets me enjoy everything this man is giving me. No thoughts of the future. No thoughts of the past. I just want to live in the here and now.
Setting me on my feet, his hands move to the button on my pants. My thighs shake, my stomach trembles, and I've never been more nervous than I am right now.
This is a man. A grown man. An experienced man.
And that thought sends a bolt of lightning shooting down my spine. It burns, coalescing as a puddle between my legs. My pussy throbs as he unzips my shorts. He looks at me with a devilish grin as he drops lower, shimmying my shorts all the way to the ground, along with my panties, and lifting one foot after the other to completely remove them. Kent's lips twist as his eyes gleam. He looks like he just opened a present, a new toy, and he's excited to play with it. The blue of his eyes darkens, as his pupils expand, and he tips his head slightly. He rubs his hands up my thighs as he comes back to a standing position.
Setting a hand on the wall beside my head, he leans in to whisper. “I've been waiting for this for a long time. Don't think I haven't noticed you, because I have. And now, now I'm seeing all of you.”
The way he says it makes my vag ache and clench at air. Using the tips of his fingers, he softly traces my shoulder, his eyes following the invisible line he's drawing down my skin.
Goosebumps erupt across the surface and he chuckles lightly. “Do you still want me to stop?” he asks.
“No,” I say, my words mostly breath as he moves those same fingers down my side and across my lower belly. He purposely misses my slit, deviating his path as he sweeps his fingers in a high arch. He drags his fingers over my hip, inches closer and closer to where I want him, and then his fingers are gone, jumped across to my other hip, tracing the same, torturous path over my skin.
I want him to touch me, I want him to touch me so bad I can feel my arousal as it turns the skin between my thighs into silk.
“Good girl,” he says, turning his soft touch into firm fingers.
He grips my hips and spins me so I'm facing the wall. My cheek scrapes roughly against the brick, but I don’t care. I place my palms against the wall and wait. I can hear the metal of his buckle as he tugs it open, and the teeth of his zipper as he lowers it. My heart is racing, and time feels like its stopped. The air between us is thick with anticipation, and I can feel my pulse beating between my legs, just waiting for what comes next. I need him. Any reservations are gone, and the only thing I’m thinking about right now is his thickness filling me up.
There's a sound of something tearing over my back, and I see a torn condom package get dropped to the ground beside me. His large palm falls into the small of my back, and with his other hand, he grabs my hip, pulling my ass back toward him. He moves me where he wants, and I wantonly let him. He snakes that hand around my waist, over my belly, and finally over my dripping entrance, just grazing at the lips. My body jerks, responding to his touch, to his promise. I hear him chuckle, and then he says, “Just making sure you’re ready for this.” Then I hear him sucking those same fingers that were just on me, and when he makes a low sound of approval, my knees start to buckle.
Shit, I am so ready.
I feel as he presses the tip of his shaft at my entrance, and he just waits. He feels hot and so swollen, and without thinking, I move my hips, hoping to make greater contact, hoping to urge him inside. But instead, he holds his dick in his hand and drags up and down my seam, coating himself in my juices. He lets go, moving his hips now, and his prick slips between my lips, the head nudging at my clit every time he thrusts. My head falls down, and I look between my legs, catching sight of his swollen dick peeking out from between my legs.
I feel Kent’s large hand on my shoulder, gripping hard, and then his dick is back at my entrance, and he eases inside . I can’t help it, I let out a long moan. His shaft is thick, hard as rock, and he fills me almost instantly. With one hand on my shoulder, and the other hand on my hip, he just stays still, not moving. I'm not sure if he's just letting himself enjoy this moment, or if he can feel how tight my walls are around his dick and he’s giving me a minute to adjust.
Pulling back ever so slowly, so I can feel every ridge, every vein, as he brings himself to the very edge of his crown, before driving back in with force. “Damn, you’re so tight,” he says as he digs the tips of his fingers into my hipbone, and slowly pulls his cock back again.
Looking back at him over my shoulder, my lids lower and I nibble my bottom lip. “And your dick is rock hard. I'm so wet for you.”
“I like you all wet.” Freeing one of his hands, he slips it up my belly and under my bra. Using the pad of his finger, he circles my nipple, pinching it lightly and twisting.
“Mm,” I moan as he plucks my nipple and moves to the next.
“You're a dirty girl, aren’t you?” Kent says into my ear. Licking the shell of my ear, he breathes hot air across my cheek.
I shiver, and he feels it, causing him to chuckle in my ear. “There's nothing hotter than feeling your body react to me. It's something I've dreamt about, and something I've ached for. It's great.” He thrusts his hips forward, his shaft drives in deep, and I cry out with pleasure.
My lips hug his shaft, unwilling to let go. I want him to stay inside me, to keep me full and satisfied, and never empty.
Slamming in and out of my body, he glides with ease. Kent leans over, wrapping an arm around my waist, and moving his other hand down to my clit. He pinches it as he fills me, circling the needy button with two fingers.
My knees almost buckle as my body quivers, but Kent holds me tightly, making sure I don't fall. His fingers work deftly, flicking and circling, pinching and rubbing as his cock thrusts in and out of my slit.
He hits me deep, the force hard and fierce, and my palms are on fire as I press into the brick wall. He gives me one last stoke, coaxing the orgasm from me out of nowhere. It comes on like a freight train, hitting me blindly.
I didn't see it coming but I feel it as it crashes through my body, working into every muscle, every vein, every fiber of my being. Trembles flow from head to toe as his dick continues to work my pussy, finding the last remaining sparks of pleasure and igniting them.
Kent picks up his pace, holding my limp body in place as he penetrates me. His rhythm falters, and I can tell he’s getting close. I can't stand anymore, it’s as if there are no muscles in my legs. I'm buzzing, my legs like jelly as he gives one last thrust.
Grunting, I feel his cock throb, pulsing inside my body as he fills the condom. We're both sweaty, my skin even tinted a berry shade from being in the sun. The smell of the ocean works its way into my senses, and I'm finally able to climb down from the clouds.
Kent peels his chest off my back and pulls his dick free. Twisting around I see he has a smile on his face, and I have one too. We don't speak, we just grin at each other as he slips the condom off and adjusts his pants.
I feel great. I feel incredible. And then reality hits me. . .
I just fucked a man twice my age.
I just fucked my dad's partner and friend. . .
Shit.
4
Kent
I thought she was dead.
Watching her for a second as she holds the mug to her lips and sips the coffee at the kitchen island, I smile to myself. Because she's not dead. She's very much alive and I just banged her in the backyard.
She's perfect. I've always thought she was perfect. But having a taste, feeling her around my cock, that seals it right there.
She's mine.
Perri is tapping the ceramic mug with the tip of her nail, and staring off into space. I have no idea what she's thinking, but the look on her face says it's something she can't ignore.
“How are you feeling?�
� I ask, grabbing her attention as I walk to the island.
Her gaze jumps to mine, and she smiles happily. “Good. I feel pretty good.”
“You looked lost right there for a minute.” Laughing lightly, I lean over on the counter toward her and fold my hands together.
“Sorry, I was just thinking, that's all.”
“About. . .” I draw out the word because she can't just stop there. She gives me a side eye and thins her lips like I should already know. “Don't go worrying yourself over nothing.” Standing up, I walk around the island to her, and notice her take a slight step back. “We're both adults, we're both able to decide things for ourselves. Right?”
“Yeah, but, Kent, my father—”
“I told you, Perri, your father doesn't control either of us. Plus, he's not here, so, there's that too.” That gets me a soft laugh and a smirk, and I'll totally take it. “See, there's no reason to stress. Are you hungry?” I ask, changing the topic.
Shrugging a shoulder, she turns to the sink and starts the water.
“What are you doing?”
“I'm washing the mug.”
“Forget the mug, just leave it. Let's go do something.”
Perri shuts the faucet off, twisting around and gripping the edge of the counter. “Like what?”
“I don't know, but it's too nice out to sit inside here and do nothing all day.”
Reaching my hand out for her, she steps forward, but doesn't take it. Her eyes move from my hand to my face, and I grin. “Don't be shy now, you certainly weren't shy earlier.” Wriggling my fingers, she gently places her hand in mine.
“You better not be trying to get me fired, Kent. I'm supposed to be tending the pool, checking to make sure the property is clean, and the yard is watered. I'm here for you, but not for you. Understand?”
“I understand that I'm going to change your mind. You weren't sent for me, but now you're here for me.” Holding her fingers tight, I pull her out the door, and we start walking up West Palm Avenue.
We're still holding hands, our fingers gingerly tangled, but neither one of us is letting go. She's watching her feet as she walks, kicking a small rock with each step.
“Look, an ice cream truck. Want one?”
“Sure,” she says, partially looking up at me.
Standing at the truck, I order a simple vanilla cone, and Perri gets a peanut butter frozen yogurt. The beach is right beside us, so I start to walk toward the water.
“So,” I ask as my feet drop into the sand. “Why are you really here?”
“What do you mean?”
“I know you've always shown interest, but you've never actually been a part of your dad's business, so why now?”
With her mouth full of ice cream, she waves her spoon in the air. “Seriously?” she asks, arching a brow. “I've been begging for this opportunity, but it didn't matter how many times I asked, he always said no.”
“Not this time.”
“You're right, which is why I was suspicious of you.”
“You're not suspicious anymore?” I ask.
“Not like I was. I mean you did bang me,” she says, looking at me and giving me a sexy little grin. “Then again, isn't sleeping with the enemy how people get what they want too?”
“I'm not the enemy, I can tell you that.” Reaching the edge of the water, I kick off my shoes and sit down. “I’m certainly not that diabolical.”
Perri sits beside me and she looks out at the water. “It's beautiful, isn't it?”
“It is,” I say, but I'm not looking the ocean, or the sun as it's hovering right above the horizon, I'm looking at her. “It is beautiful, but I'm not sure she even knows it.”
“She?” she asks as she flicks her eyes up and realizes where I'm looking. “Ah, smooth.” Taking a spoonful of ice cream, she grins and flashes her brows. “Does that work on all your other fuck buddies?”
“Fuck buddies?”
“Yeah, the girls you just sleep with and have no relationship at all. No strings attached sex.”
“I know what it means.” Shaking my head, I laugh. “How old do you think I am?”
Perri giggles and gives me a nudge. “I don't think you're that old, but I do like that you're older.”
“Well, I don't know what you think about me, but I'm not running around with a bunch of women. I had a girlfriend, we broke up. Not a lot of drama there. No string of women in between. And then there's you.”
“Really?” she asks, licking the back of her spoon.
I watch her lick the spoon, swirling her tongue around the center, and running it over the curve of the bottom.
All I can think about is my cock being in her mouth, how it might feel as she licks up my shaft and sucks my tip like a lollipop. Her cheeks hollowing as she pulls my dick deeper into her mouth.
I can see it clear as day. Her hands on my thighs, my dick in her mouth, her tongue flattening as she slips her head all the way down until I hit the back of her throat and she gags.
My shaft jerks at the picture in my head, thickening instantly. I'm ready to bang her again. I can feel my heart start to race and my blood as it pumps through my body and down to my cock.
“What?” she asks, pulling me out of my head.
“Hm?”
“You're staring at me. Do I have ice cream on my face or something?” She starts to wipe her small napkin around her mouth.
“Oh, no, there's nothing on your face.”
“Then what are you looking at?” she asks with a giggle.
“I'm looking at you, but I was picturing you sucking my dick, and licking it the same way you were just licking that spoon.”
She coughs as she swallows, and places her hands on her chest as she looks back at the ocean. “Didn't expect that,” Perri says with a smile.
“Well, honesty is important, right?”
Shaking her head yes, she looks at me and smiles. “Thank you for showing up when you did earlier, I'd be—”
“Uh,” I quickly cut her off and hold up my hand. “Don't, I don't want you to thank me for doing what I was supposed to.” Smirking, I nudge her lightly. “Besides, you paid me back already.” Bouncing my brows, her eyes light up and her smile broadens.
God damn this girl is so damn beautiful. Her green eyes sparkle like emeralds, her small nose is speckled in freckles that run under her eyes, and thin out as they reach the very edge.
Her cheeks are plump, her chin petite and perfect. She has small but beautiful tits, and curves that I could ride for days.
“What ever happened to romance?” she asks, her voice joking and sarcastic. “I know we did things backwards, but I'm expecting dinner and movie now.”
“If you want romance, I can give you romance. Is that what you really want? You want true romance?”
“Isn't that what all girls want?”
“I don't know, but I can tell you the one thing I've learned is to go after what you want. There's no point in waiting because you could end up waiting forever. Who wants to wait forever? I don't.”
“Well, I don't want to wait forever for romance then.”
Popping the last bit of my ice cream cone into my mouth, I swipe my hands back and forth over each other. Pushing myself up off the sand, I stretch my hand out and help her up.
“Romance it is then. Get ready to be swooned, swept off your feet, and everything in between.”
Perri giggles as she digs her heels in the sand with each step. “Should I be afraid?”
“It's too late for that, you asked for it, now you're going to get it. There's no taking it back.”
“This is going to be interesting.”
Braiding our fingers together, we walk hand in hand. “No, this is going to be everything you've ever wanted.”
There's something about this girl that feels right. She hits me in a way no other woman has before. There's a heat in my gut and it's spreading through my body.
And I like it. I want it. I don't want it to stop.
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sp; I want more of her. Her hand feels perfect in mine. Soft, delicate, almost breakable, but perfectly created for just my hand. She’s meant to be at my side.
Like she was made for me.
Can one person be everything I've ever wanted? Everything I’ve wanted but didn’t even know I needed?
It doesn't seem possible.
I've watched her for the last few years after pairing up with her father. Quietly sitting in the background, voiceless, but always there, doing whatever small, menial tasks her father asked for, and never complaining. But still, always there.
I'm not sure if her father ever noticed I was paying attention to how he treats her, but I was. I watched him treat her like a maid, like an intern that no one cares about, and doesn't see going anywhere in the company.
And I learned one very important thing about Perri. Despite all the shit he's given her, all the crappy, little jobs he assigns her, she always comes back. She's determined. And I can see it in her face, in how she takes pride in her work no matter how pointless it might be, she wants to be noticed.
Perri wants to be accepted, to be seen as capable, to be seen as equal to her father. As an asset to his company.
Well, I see her. I see her with clear eyes, and now I'm going to help her see it too. She doesn't need his approval to be amazing.
She's already there.
5
Perri
His hand. . . I like it there.
Holding, coddling, gently stroking across my knuckles as he mindlessly looks around. It's as if he isn't even aware he's doing it. But I notice it, I feel it, and I sense it. The hair on the back of my neck stands up, and my skin buzzes as he opens his fingers and adjusts his hand.
His fingers tighten around mine, securely holding me right at his side as we walk back to the beach house. The roughness of his skin scratches against my palm, sending a chill over my body.
I look up at him from the corner of my eyes, admiring this older man. His sharp jawline, bold blue eyes, aged, but perfect skin. He's a man who works for what he wants, who knows what hard work is, and I can feel that in his touch alone.