Lure
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“Now, if you’re ready darling, I’m going to take you,” I proclaim, tearing open the condom pack.
“Please. I want you without any barriers.”
“But…”
She holds my hand, snatches the condom and throws it away. “Don’t worry. I’m on the pill.”
“Pill?” I literally feel my eyes growing narrow.
“My periods are erratic. My ob-gyn has prescribed me estrogen pills to regularize them.”
“And what she says about your irregular terms?” Worry creeps around my head. I hope she’s all right.
“Nothing. It’s because of stress that I’m having irregular cycles.” Her sentence is spoken casually with the use of few simple words, but it bangs my fucking soul to the core. My little vixen is carrying a lot of pain in her heart.
“Is it in any way related to the nightmares?”
“Yes, it is. I believe once I stop having them, I’ll be all right.” She smiles and it’s suffused with so much pain I feel my heart swelling with sadness.
“Oh, my darling.” I lay next to her and gather her in my arms, planting kisses on her lips. I repeatedly kiss her to make her feel better.
“I need you, William.”
“I’m all yours, darling.”
“Make love to me, unite me with your soul,” she begs, holding my hands and kissing my knuckles, then gazing in my eyes and I don’t waste a moment to capture her beneath me.
“I’m going to take you, love. Let the night be the witness of our divine union.” With that said, I rise and cover her body, kissing her again and again, painting her silky throat and her tender breasts with my moist tongue. Pleasure moans escape her red lips bruised with our hungry kisses. I press my member against her flat tummy, capturing her from all sides. Then, I slowly draw my member down and let it play with her triangle, letting our privates acquaint with each other. Slowly sliding down, I guide the hardened tip to her opening and rub her moist chink with the tip of my cock.
“Ready?” I ask, looking inside her eyes, gathering myself up and she nods.
She smiles. Her green eyes twinkle as I straddle her, gathering her legs around her thighs. “Keep your legs close,” I whisper, slowly sliding myself into her hot wetness. She’s fucking tight and damn wet, I’m having a hard time not to explode, right at the moment I enter her. I slowly move forward, thrusting. “Try to squeeze your butts,” I say making my way inside her tight and wet pussy. We never take our eyes off each other. Nothing sexier and more arousing than looking straight inside the greenness of her sultry eyes. I thrust a little deeper and she moans. Deeper and even deeper. She screams as I penetrate her a little farther. She cries. I see tears forming in those puddles of green. A drop of salty water slides off the corner of her eyes.
“Does it hurt?” I ask.
She nods and closes her eyes.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Don’t you dare.”
Against her wish, I stop moving. Leaning down, I kiss the tip of her nose. Her hooded eyes open slowly, and she gazes at me with sheer drunkenness. And I don’t miss a beat in capturing her lips. I kiss her and kiss her some more until her folds open up naturally, letting my member slide a little farther inside her aching pussy.
Pushing myself slowly down into her tightness, I thrust again. One more thrust and she writhes beneath me. Keeping it slow, I lean down and kiss her. “Relax and you’ll be fine.” I stroke her head, kissing the tip of her nose. “Loosen yourself, Blake,” I whisper and push. It’s hard to control myself, but I want to prolong my release until Blake starts feeling better and starts enjoying the ride.
I slide in and out of her tight heat at a very lazy pace so as to reach the rhythm of perfect lovemaking—a stage of perfection where her body synchronizes with the movements of my pelvis and together, we achieve a state of bliss.
“Talk to me, Blake.” I caress her cheek, push the sweaty bangs off her forehead while my member follows my orders down below, sliding in and out of her silky smoothness.
She smiles and cups my face with a hand. “You know what, William, when the first time I met you.”
“Yeah, go on.” I gasp as my member is having a hard time inside her tightness. It’s screaming for release, and her silver voice has made things even worse.
“I knew we’re going to be together one day.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.”
“And how so?”
“Because you seem like the only man on earth who can take me out of my darkness, who can help me heal and help me get rid of my nightmares. Was I right, William?”
“I’ll always be with you, my darling.” I make a vow to her and to myself too that no matter what I’ll keep her safe, keep her healthy and help her forget her painful past.
I push and pull, and she moans, her eyes sew down magically, and I see a small smile surfacing on her lips.
“Does it feel any better now?” I ask.
“Yeah, much better.” She moans again and again and soon her moans transform into cries and screams of pleasure, banging the walls and ceiling of the room.
“You like it, baby?” I murmur.
“Yeah.” She gasps and breaths heavily.
I feel her orgasm building as her sheath closes around me. She holds me even tighter. Her fingernails dug into the skin of my back.
“William,” she screams my name and the sensation of her voice is strong enough to make all my nerve endings dance violently. All the pent-up tension in my muscles rises several notches taking me to the edge of arousal. I can’t wait any longer. I want a release. I’m going to do it now. I’m going to fill her with my seed and bang her pussy to the core.
“You ready, little elf?” I whisper burrowing my head in the crook of her neck.
She grabs my hair and pulls them and screams, “Yes.”
“Would you mind if I go a little rough?” I huff against her sweaty skin.
“Take me the way you want for I’m going to enjoy it.”
Once she nods her approval for a rough hard sex, I don’t stop. I pound her hard, ramming her to the core. Our sweaty skins lap against each other as the two of us become one, finally uniting. The bed creaks and squeaks. The mattress shifts and shakes and rises up and down as I ram her harder and harder.
I thrust and thrum and grind, pounding her pussy, milking out her juices. My dick twitches and twists and spurts and squirts, filling her pussy with my milky cum. And just as it happens, her pussy convulses around me. She shakes as orgasmic ripples hit her body one after another. An intense release attacks her from all directions. Orgasmic nectar gushes out of her sheath as she holds me tight within herself.
We come together, intense and hard, our bodies glistening with sweat, our juices mingling, our souls uniting not only for tonight but for days and years to come, for eternity and beyond.
Chapter Thirty
Blake
After sex, William cleans me up with a wet and warm towel. My eyes can’t fail to notice a dash of crimson on the white cloth as he wraps the towel and discard it in the wash bin.
I’ve lost my virginity. Lost it to a man who I’m in love with.
I feel happy.
Safely cuddled in his arms, life seems like heaven. I wish the night never ends. I wish we remain like this forever, till the end of this world.
How I dreamed of this happiness, this safety, this life. How I wanted to be home like this. How I wanted to be cuddled in strong yet gentle arms, rugged enough to squeeze all the pain yet soft enough to suffuse my heart with love and happiness.
I lay in bed with William, almost clinging to him like a plastic wrap, my face buried in the whorls of his chest, his fingers raking up and down my bare back, moving along my spine, reaching the small of my back, caressing the crack of my hips, before trailing up, finally reaching the nape of my neck, threading my hair, stroking my head.
He knows the perfect use of his fingers. He knows how to use them not only to create music but also
to ignite the nerves of my body, filling them with raw sexual energy.
I raise my head, my eyes meeting the blue ones of his. He smiles, gathering me up on the pillow. He hugs me closer. “How are you feeling, little elf?” He kisses my fingers before peeking inside my eyes.
“Happy.” I smile.
“Just happy?”
“Happy and safe.”
“What else?”
“I’m sorry, Will. I can’t answer.”
“What’s wrong, elf?”
“I’ve never experienced such peace and calmness ever before in my life. If this is called happiness, I’m happy, William. I can’t measure the amount. I can’t tell you how happy I am, something which I’ve never felt before meeting you.”
“Oh, darling.” With that said, he grabs me and pulls me closer to him, pressing his lips against mine. He kisses me and cuddles me. He fondles me in his arms, showering me with generous kisses infused with bits of dirty pillow talks.
“Tell me what you want? Do you want more oral than the real thing?”
“With your tongue you’re like Captain America but with your dude you’re like Hulk.”
“So who do you prefer more—Captain America or the Hulk.”
“Of course Hulk.” I giggle and he claims my lips. I open up for him. His warm tongue brushes past the seam of my lips and darts inside my mouth like a probing device. Our tongues dance together as our kiss deepens. His hand grabs my butt and gives it a sharp squeeze before riding to the crack of my hips. His artistic finger massages my rear opening. I whimper with excitement, letting out throaty moans of pleasure.
I’m in my bliss island when something pulls me back to reality. A sharp thud on the wood. Yes, I hear footsteps thumping on the wooden staircase.
My eyes instantly open up. Breaking the kiss, I gaze at William. “Did you hear that?”
“What?”
“Someone is there?”
“Where?”
“Outside, on the staircase?”
Thump. Thump. Thump.
“Shit.” He tosses the blanket away before jumping down the bed and slipping into his jeans. He then rushes to the wooden cabinet in the sidewall, pulls it open, and takes out a gun like thing. Yes, it’s a real gun.
“William.” I feel my voice choking in my throat. Panic rises in my head with the mere thought of having armed burglars invading the house. William never leaves the door unlocked. Did we leave any window open? As far as I know, we didn’t. Then who the hell is it?
I see William slowly making his way out of the room. Getting out of the bed, I search for my clothes. Not finding them anywhere in the darkened room, I grab William’s discarded shirt, cover myself up with it and slowly creep behind him.
In the thin early morning light, I see a shadowy figure walk in the patio.
“Freeze,” William roars and the silhouette suddenly stops moving.
“It’s me, Dad.” A weepy voice enters my ears. Next, the whole patio gets bathed with the brightness of the amber as William switches on the chandelier lights.
I see Caroline standing in the patio, her teary eyes darting between me and William.
“Carrie. You?”
“Blake?” A set of penetrating blue eyes pin me from few feet’s distance, and I feel stunned, anxiousness lancing my entire being. “What are you doing here?” She walks toward us. “What’s going on?” She flinches. Upon reaching us, she scans us like a conservative attorney.
“Why are you wearing Dad’s shirt?” She looks at me, her eyes studying me, my disarrayed night hair, my bruised lips, the hickeys on my neck, her Dad’s favorite shirt clumsily buttoned around my bra-less body, my nude legs and bare feet. She scans everything up and then her eyes drift from me to William. A man shirtless and a woman in just a shirt, the sight is unambiguous and self-explanatory to anyone’s eyes, let alone Caroline’s keen ones.
“It’s sickening,” she screams and runs down the stairs.
“Carrie, listen to me.”
She never turns back, nor does she stop. William rushes after his daughter, running down the stairs hastily. “Carrie, stop.”
She doesn’t listen.
“Stop now, I order.”
She stops in her tracks, turns around and bawls, “Quit ordering me, Dad. I’m not your little girl anymore who will follow your orders by breath, who you can keep in the dark with frilly frocks, gifts, and cotton candies, and from who you can hide your disgusting affair.” She pauses and then continues, “How could you do that, Dad?” She then gazes at me as I find myself frozen at the middle of the staircase. “And you, you selfish mean girl. You betrayed me twice. I was heartbroken. I returned home so that I could get some peace. Little knowing that I’d never belonged in this house.” She bellows in agony, her eyes red, emitting heat of anger and frustration.
Within a breath or two, she wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, picks up her luggage and storms out of the house.
Chapter Thirty-One
Blake
“Do you think it’s my fault?” I place a comforting hand at William’s forearm while he stands at the doorway and gazes at the deserted walkway, morning sun slowly spreading its light across the green garden.
“No, it’s nobody’s fault.” He turns around and wobbles past me, trudging to the sofa. I follow him, perching next to him on the couch.
“What are we supposed to do now?”
“I don’t know if we are to do anything.”
“What?”
“Let her decide. If she wants to come back, it’s her house. If she doesn’t, we can’t do anything.”
I am stunned seeing such a change of attitude. A few weeks ago, William was like one of the most obsessive Dads of the world and now he’s behaving as if he doesn’t care about his daughter. What has gone wrong? Does it have anything to do with me? Not even in my dreams, can I think of taking Caroline’s place in William’s life. Caroline has to get all the love and care and affection from her father. She deserves this. It’s nothing to do with my relationship with William. We both have very different spots in William’s heart—while she’s a daughter, I’m trying to be his lover, his soul mate, his life partner. I have to help him and be with him during this crucial stage of his life. His family is now my family. I have to take steps to bring Caroline back to William, to this house.
I know Caroline is upset with the situation right now. But sooner or later, she will understand things and I hope then she’ll realize how it is to love someone unconditionally. In fact, if she’s into Joshua, she must be slowly getting acquainted with the complexities of this fundamental human emotion.
“William,” I murmur, noticing him leaning down and burying his head in the cup of his hands.
“Yeah,” he speaks but never bothers to look up, his voice laden with pain and anguish.
“I think I should leave,” I hiss.
“What?” He sits bolt upright gazing at me with astonishment.
“Yeah. That’s the best possible alternative in the present circumstances.”
“Do you think you leaving this house would bring Carrie back? No way. She’s one determined girl.” He pauses for a while. “I don’t regret anything. I don’t regret loving you, little elf. And you just can’t blame yourself for the mishap. It’s me and only me. Don’t you dare ever feel guilty or bad about yourself.” He snakes an arm around me and pulls me close. He lifts my chin up and peeks inside my eyes. “Did you listen and understand, elf?”
I nod putting my head on his chest. We together sit there for a while pondering over the situation when he speaks, “Do you guys have any friends where Carrie might go?”
“Yeah. I think she’ll go to Joshua’s place.”
“Is he a nice guy?”
“One of the best guys of Westlake High. Cool, sophisticated, and dashing.”
“Can you find out if she’s with him?”
I can feel fatherly love suffusing William’s ragged voice. No matter how hard he tries, he can’t hide hi
s emotions and feelings from me.
“Yeah, just a sec. I’ll call Joshua now.” With that said, I quickly gather myself up and run to the stairs.
My eyes dart across the bedroom. I can’t see the mobile phone anywhere, but I can hear it vibrate.
Shit, I’m getting a call. Damn! Why did I put it on silent? I curse myself on my carelessness. I search for the vibrating device everywhere, finally finding it buried inside the side pocket of my discarded jeans. Grabbing it, I glance at the screen. My throat gets dry the moment I check the call log and find six missed calls from Ben.
Why the hell is he calling me?
Without thinking twice, I dial Ben’s number and put the phone close to my ear, making my way out of the room.
A ring or two and Ben picks up the phone.
“Goddamn Blake. I thought you’re dead? I’ve been calling you for the past hour.” Ben gasps and I hear his quick breaths straining out of the earpiece.
“Is Caroline there?”
“Yeah, she’s here, and that’s why I called you. Did you guys fight over something?”
“Is she all right?”
“Yeah, except that she’s crying a lot.”
“Oh, Ben, please take care of her. I’ll owe you for that.”
“You need not owe me anything for taking care of her. By the by, what’s the matter?”
“I’ll tell you everything, but not now.”
“I’ll wait for the story.” I hear Ben’s chortle from the other side of the phone.
“I’m lucky to have you as a friend!”
I exhale a sigh of relief and slowly descend the stairs reaching the kitchen where William is busy making coffee.
“Caroline is safe. She’s at Ben’s house, one of our friends, and he’s taking good care of her. You need not worry.”
“Ah, thank god.” He hands me a black porcelain cup of dark liquid and I smile looking inside his eyes. Specks of stress still crawl on his extra handsome face, but he smiles bright.