I lean down next to her ear, careful to exhale into it. “But you’ll be so much better.”
Her eyes close. “Oh my God,” she whispers.
I unbutton my shirt and peel it from each arm right in front of her. She looks like she wants to jump from the bed and attack me. But she knows better. It’s very clear who’s in charge right now.
Rose’s gaze stays fixed on me as I strip bare. Her tongue pokes slightly through her lips as I take my pants down. I smirk when she gets her first look at my cock. Her eyes turn into saucers.
My dick’s so hard it hurts. There’s nothing in the world I’ve ever wanted more than to feel her tight little cunt milk every last drop from it. I need to taste her first, though.
I hook a finger under the covers near her neck. “You sure?”
She nods.
I drag them slowly down her body as I speak. “You can decline. But we both know that’s not going to happen.” Fucking hell, the sight of her naked is almost too much to bear. Light pink nipples, pussy shaved bare—it takes everything I have not to groan or growl, something. She’s so fucking hot my mind goes blank. Functioning becomes difficult. “Tell me the truth, Hannah. What were you doing?”
“I-I was thinking about you.”
“I know.” I trail a finger up her inner thigh, right next to her pink, wet pussy. “Did you ask permission to play with this pussy, in my house?”
“Oh my God.” Her words are a whisper as her eyes close. “N-no. I’m sorry.”
“Something has to be done about this.”
“Whatever you want.” She lets out a light gasp.
Jesus.
I lean up to her face and claim her with a kiss. Her lips part immediately. She doesn’t dare to fight against me. She lies there as I take whatever I want. Our tongues mingle and explore—licking and sucking.
Fuck, she tastes so damn sweet.
I reach down and toss her vibrator to the floor. “Won’t be needing that.” I lick down her throat and smile against her neck. “You have no idea how good I’m going to make you feel.”
I slide my hand down to her inner thighs and shove her legs apart. She moans, and her hands fly back above her head, gripping the pillow.
I can’t help but smile at the way she reacts to every motion, every action of mine. I hold a power over her, and it turns me on damn near as much as her tight little body. I brush my thumb over her clit, just to watch her shudder. She’s so close, already on the edge of release.
This is going to be fun.
Her tight cunt pulses with need as she rocks against my hand.
I lean up slowly to her face, as if I might kiss her, and then turn so my mouth is right in her ear. Roughly, I cup her virgin pussy in the palm of my hand and squeeze. “This is mine. Understand?”
She can’t nod her head fast enough.
* * *
Oh. My. God.
He holds me in the palm of his hand, and I couldn’t stop my hips from bucking against him if I tried. I want him. I need him.
I’m so close to the edge he could breathe on my clit and I’d unravel.
He climbs up on the bed so his chest is over mine, and he kisses me. I can feel his hard cock pressed up against my slit, gliding back and forth, and I’m about to combust.
He licks down my neck, between the valley of my tits, and trails his tongue down my stomach. The tension in my body coils tight like a spring, and every bit of friction between us threatens to burst from the inside out.
The closer his mouth gets to where I need it, the more frantic my hands become. Clawing at the bedsheets, rubbing my breasts, I do anything that’ll give me some kind of relief from his intensity. Once he’s between my legs, he doesn’t put his mouth on me at first. He kisses the insides of my thighs and teases his tongue everywhere but my center. I’m pretty sure I feel him smile against my skin, right next to my aching pussy, knowing how bad he’s torturing me.
“My God, look how wet this cunt is for me.”
Holy shit.
I’ve never had a man come close to saying the things he says to me. Usually, I’d get offended. But fuck, his words heat me up in ways I’ve never been heated.
I can’t even muster a response. My legs try to close on instinct, and he shoves them apart even wider. His fingers dig into my thighs hard enough to leave bruises.
His mouth presses on the sensitive skin, right next to my pussy, and he bites and sucks so hard I know it’ll bruise. Yet all I can do is beg with my body for him to taste me, and then take me. There’s something insanely hot about him leaving his mark on me, branding me as his.
“Mine.” His voice rumbles through my body and lands in my clit.
“Jesus. Please. Now.” I don’t even know what I’m saying. Just words that mean something. My brain is a mesh of exposed wires, short-circuiting all over the place.
“I knew you’d beg for it like a dirty whore.”
“Fuck.” I draw out the syllable on a gasp, and my brave hands rake through his hair.
He groans against my thigh once more when my nails lightly scrape against his scalp.
Mr. Carver finally puts his mouth over my clit, and fireworks explode behind my eyelids.
“Oh, God. Please. Yes.”
He licks and teases me with his greedy tongue. My body lights up in flames that lick the tips of my fingers and toes, and hums with pleasure as he teases my entrance with his fingers.
He slides in one, and then two, until he’s stretching me wider and making a come-here motion with them. They hit my spot just right. The pressure of his fingers filling me is almost too much to bear. My legs tremble around his face. I stare down over my breasts, and his steel grays lock onto my eyes.
His tongue sweeps back and forth, front to back, licking every ounce of arousal my body produces.
My fingers tighten in his salt and pepper hair, yanking him closer to my heat while I buck against his face. I’m on the edge of the cliff, just waiting for him to shove me over again.
My back arches from the mattress as his tongue rolls, and his fingers fuck me relentlessly.
“God, please?”
“Yeah, you want to come all over my face, don’t you?”
I nod furiously. “Please. Fuck. Please, daddy.” I can’t stop the last word falling from my lips.
I look down, trying to make sure I didn’t offend him. The last thing I want him to do is fucking stop what he’s doing right now. I might die. The word just slipped out.
His eyes light up, and I stare back behind him. His ass bounces up and down. He’s fucking the mattress, rutting into it so hard it shakes with each thrust. I’ve never affected a man that much in my life—had someone want me so bad they can’t bear it.
“Say my fucking name when you come on my fingers like a little whore.”
I nod, completely out of breath, gasping. “Okay. Okay.”
He shoves his fingers to the hilt, and his tongue goes wild on my clit. My entire body locks up. I convulse as bolts of lightning shoot through me and blast out of my limbs. All the pent up tension swirls down through me like a funnel and lands on his lips.
“Oh God, Mr. Carver!” My head whips to the side, and I bite down on the pillow, growling his name over and over against it.
He slides his fingers out and smacks my pussy. The stinging pain and pleasure radiates through my legs.
“I told you to call me Tom.” His words are a growl, and he wipes his mouth on the sheets.
A hiss falls from my lips. He raises up, hovers over me, and rests his weight on his elbows.
Feeling courageous, I reach down and palm his thick cock. I line him up where I want him and stare into his eyes. It may be my first time, but I know exactly what I’m doing. I want Mr. Carver to fuck me. I want him to own me right here, right now. There’s nothing I want more.
His eyes narrow. “I’m going to sink this cock so fucking deep you’ll never feel free of me. I will own this pussy.” He cups me in his palm again and squeezes so
hard I wince. “No one else. Understood? You belong to me the moment I claim this cunt. It’s for my pleasure only. You don’t even touch yourself without my permission.”
I gasp, my body lighting up like a wildfire at his words. I nod and gulp at the ferocious look on his face.
He grabs my cheeks, forcing my mouth into an O. “Do? You? Understand?” He pronounces each syllable, loud and clear, through gritted teeth.
Fuck.
“I—” My chest heaves up and down with each huge breath I take. “Yes. I understand.”
“Good.” His lips curl up into that devilish smile that owns me every time. “Now tell me this pussy belong to me.”
“I’m yours.” I whisper my words, and he slides his cock in me.
I suck in an enormous breath at the sudden intrusion.
Can’t breathe.
Can’t think.
There’s so much pressure. I feel so full.
He pulls out slowly, until only the tip rests between my slick folds. “Tell me again.”
“My pussy is only yours.” My body quakes, and my walls squeeze around the head of his cock.
His eyes dart up into his head, and then land back on me. “Good girl.”
He pushes back in. I can tell by the way he fucked the bed earlier he wants to drive into me harder and faster, but he restrains.
He doesn’t want to hurt me.
My heart comes alive, even amidst all the dirty things he says. I know I’m his, and he wants to take care of me, make me comfortable. I fully trust him with every cell in my body.
He groans against my neck as he slides in and out. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn wet and tight.”
“Mmmhmm.”
It’s uncomfortable for about ten seconds, then my body starts to take over. I do everything I can to push away the thought he’s Hannah’s dad. Right now, he’s a god, taking my body to places it’s never been.
Our hips rock together, grinding, chests colliding. I want more and more. My nails pull his shoulders into each thrust.
I never want him to stop. Our fingers link together, and he pushes my hands over my head. The weight of his body comes down on me. We’re both slick with sweat and heat as our bodies glide together.
He slants his mouth over mine, and he owns every part of me as he claims what’s his. When he releases my hands, he hammers his cock deep and hard, as far as it’ll go. I gasp, and my nails drill into his back, marking him as mine.
The man is perfection.
A raw, powerful fucking machine.
He hooks an arm under my leg and takes my ankle up to his shoulder.
“Oh my God.”
He shoves into me harder, faster, joining our bodies.
I catch sight of us in the vanity mirror. He looks like he’s chiseled from stone, and the light highlights every contour of his arms and back as his muscles flex.
He slowly increases the tempo, until he’s hammering in and out, fucking me as hard as he can. He grunts each time his cock plows into me. My eyes fall back in my head and another orgasm rolls over me. Smacking sounds of wet flesh on flesh echo through the room.
He fucks me so hard, my voice vibrates when I speak. “Oh-oh, m-my-my G-God.” I seize up around him, clamping down. “T-T-Tom.”
Shocks of tingles fly from the base of my spine and bloom across my skin. Goosebumps pebble along the backs of my arms, and my nails dig into his back again, yanking him harder into me.
He rams in to the hilt, as far and as deep as he can go—until I think I might pass out from the pressure. “Fucking Christ.” He growls and grunts as a shudder rips through him.
He puts all of his weight on me, his cock stretching my pussy as wide as humanly possible. “Fuck, Rose.” My name lingers in the air while his entire body constricts. His cock kicks deep inside me, and he shudders once more. Hot spurts of come shoot into my core, filling me to the brim. I feel it spill out around him and down my legs.
I’m his.
* * *
I gasp, not realizing I was holding my breath, and smile down at Rose. Her skin’s hot and practically glows. Both of our bodies glisten with a fine sheen of sweat.
I stare at fingerprints marking her hips and thighs. The sight nearly makes me hard again.
I drop a kiss on her shoulder, easing my cock out, then I roll over to the side. The minute our bodies lose contact, I miss her.
She starts to get up, and I lightly push her back down on the bed.
“Stay where you are. Let me take care of you.” I kiss her mouth again, and then pull a few inches away. “I want you to feel my come inside you. Your body needs to know who owns you.” I slide two fingers in and push my come farther into her. Her tight cunt constricts. Fuck, I want to tie her to me. It sounds crazy, because, well, it is. I don’t know what I’m doing with Rose, but I want her more than anything else.
Fucking her just now was better than any deal I’ve ever closed, any pussy I’ve ever been inside. Nothing compares to this endorphin high.
“That was—just—incredible. I’ve never felt so—” Her words trail away as she smiles lazily.
I brush a few strands of sweaty hair behind her ear. “It’ll get better. I have so much to show you.”
“I can’t imagine anything better.”
I get up from the bed, and she frowns. “Let me take care of you.” I walk back moments later with a warm compress and a separate towel. I know she says it was great, but she’s going to be sore.
I use the towel to clean her up and glance away when I see a few pink spots. I push the compress against her. She doesn’t even wince, just smiles.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
She shakes her head, slowly, still biting on that lip. I think about how great she’ll look on her knees, sucking my cock. That’ll come later, and so will I, down her throat. But, right now, I just want her to feel comfortable. It was her first time, and it should be special.
When I’m done, I climb beside her on the bed.
I kiss her forehead and pull her closer. Her head nuzzles into the crook of my neck.
At some point we both drift off to sleep.
* * *
* * *
I wake up later when I feel her get out of bed.
She strides through the dark, and I stare at her amazing ass and hourglass frame. Moonlight pours through the window and highlights her bare ass and the curves of her hips and legs. I groan, and my cock stirs at the marks my hands and teeth left on her.
When she returns to the door, I prop myself up on my elbow.
“Hungry?”
“Want me to fix you something?” She shrugs on my dress shirts she picked up off of the floor. It hangs off her, but fuck she looks sexy in it.
“No.” I shake my head. “I want to cook for you.”
Her eyes widen. “Really?”
I sit up on the edge of the bed and pull her to me so she stands between my legs. I cup her ass in both palms and squeeze. “I take care of what’s mine. And you’re mine.” Pushing the shirt out of the way, I take her tits in my hands and suck one of her nipples into my mouth. My tongue swirls until it hardens.
I slide a hand down to the back of her thigh. “Are you hungry?”
She nods and straddles me, pressing her hot little cunt against my hard cock. Her arms hook around my neck, and we kiss, long and hard.
She grinds her heat against me, taking her time. I watch her pulse speed up on her neck, and her eyes dilate.
She winces when I thrust against her pussy.
“Are you sore?” I nip at her neck with my teeth.
“Yes.” Her breathing speeds up, and her hips grind faster against me.
I lie back and pull her on top of me. “You’re in control. Do whatever you’re comfortable with.”
She nods.
“Rose?”
Her eyes open as she eases onto me. “Yeah.”
“You will come on my cock again.”
* * *
I wake up to the sm
ell of bacon and coffee wafting through the room.
When I stretch, my entire body throbs and aches. I crawl out of bed slowly and walk to the bathroom. I look in the mirror, and my left breast is bruised with a hickey.
My body flushes as the memories and sensations of last night crash into me. So, I wasn’t dreaming. Nope. Mr. Carver took my virginity. We fucked twice.
Oh my God, I can’t believe I slept with Hannah’s dad.
He came inside me both times.
My thighs squeeze together at the thought, and warmth pools in my belly. I’m getting wet thinking about all the things he did. And the stuff he said—Jesus, he has a filthy mouth.
After cleaning up and getting dressed for a day at the office, I don’t want to leave my room.
What if he regrets what happened? Will it be awkward? Shit, I have to work and live with him every day. What if he takes my internship away?
He walks into the room in a pair of running shorts and sneakers. There’s a towel wrapped around his neck. He leans against the door frame and smiles. I’ll be damned if he doesn’t look more tempting than he did in his suit.
My brain turns to fuzz. It turns to shit every time I see him. I find myself drawn to him immediately.
“Breakfast is ready. Eat up. Busy day, so you can ride with me. Walter will drive us.”
I nod, trying to process everything. My tongue darts out to wet my lips.
“Rose?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t stick your tongue out unless you’re prepared to use it.” He smirks and walks away.
“O-okay.” I follow him into the kitchen where Mary, his housekeeper, has breakfast waiting for us. I try my best to ignore the snide look she tosses my way.
Does she know we slept together?
Oh god, I hope she doesn’t tell Hannah. I know she’s in Europe, but maybe they’re close and talk or something.
Hannah would kill me. I’m sure of it.
“Go ahead and eat. I’ll have mine in the car.” He smiles at me, then turns to Mary. “Will you pack that up for me, please?”
Tom leaves the room, and I slowly pick up my fork. My stomach churns, and I can feel Mary’s stare burning a hole in the back of my head.