“Very well, I’ll be waiting eagerly.” Her long lashes blinked coquettishly as she stood aside to let him pass.
Glad that matter was over, he stalked past a servant carrying champagne glasses set on a large tray. In his haste, he hadn’t realized he’d nearly knocked the man over until he heard the rattling of crystal behind him.
Outside, he headed into the darkness, painfully aware of the powerful ache between his legs. The night air was cool, and a million stars dusted the blue-black sky. Sparse torchlights provided a hint of illumination to the stone paths, affording the right mix of shadowy darkness for the discreet niches tucked throughout the lushly landscaped grounds.
Devin ignored the mysterious silhouettes and familiar sounds of those who ventured outdoors for an amorous rendezvous. He walked swiftly through a rose-covered arbor with the kind of relief only Megan could provide on his mind.
“Lost your way, Devin?” From behind came Paris’s soft voice.
He stopped in his tracks. Ordinarily, he enjoyed her company, and he wouldn’t have minded strolling with her in the gardens all night if she’d asked earlier. At the moment, however, another urgent matter made that impossible. He held his tongue and reined in his frustration before turning to deal with her once more.
“If you truly propose to quench your thirst, the refreshment room is indoors.”
“Fresh air is what I needed most, a moment alone if you don’t mind, Paris.”
“Nonsense!” She strolled closer. “On a serene night like this, why be alone when we can enjoy the pleasure of each other’s company?”
“I thought I saw Megan come outside. I came to find her.” That should do it. Remind her he had a wife that could appear at any moment. Young and naive, Paris had no way of knowing right about now Caleb buried his cock deep in his wife’s hot pussy on the far side of the garden. The erotic image flashed in his mind. His lonely cock throbbed in expectation.
“Ouch!” She groaned, bending over, as though hurt.
Devin was by her side immediately, taking hold of her elbow. His pulse suddenly raced a mile a minute. “What is it? Are you sick?”
“Help me to the bench, please.” In apparent need of support, she slipped an arm under his coat. His right hand spanned the entire width of her waist, pressed into her bare back.
He took a deep breath, becoming acutely aware of how tiny she really was in certain areas and more ample in others. Her uplifted breasts were like two overgrown gourds above a tight, slim waist, and the roundness of her hips generously vied for succulence with her firm buttocks. Christ! She had a well-cushioned figure made for epic fucking. He pushed the lewd thought aside, leading her to a stone bench a few feet farther down the path. He tried hard to ignore how the luminous flesh pushing up and out of her bodice massaged him through his shirt with each spring of a notable limp—tried and failed miserably.
“Should I get help, your mother, perhaps?” If she had female trouble, he wanted absolutely no part of it. Megan was the only woman he was willing to discuss such issues with. But his hand on her bare skin felt so good, so right, so dangerously tempting. It was like touching incredibly fine silk, smooth and warm to the touch.
“No. No, I’ll be quite all right.” She smiled up at him with big, innocent eyes glittering in the faint light.
Sincerely concerned, he looked down at her when they reached the bench. For a second, he thought he glimpsed a flash of desire in her eyes but told himself the moon played tricks.
With her palm centered on his chest, she quietly revealed, “A pebble is in my shoe.”
In a moment of stunned disbelief, she managed to ease him down into a sitting position.
“May I?” she inquired. Without waiting for a reply, she settled across his lap. “Mother will be so upset if I spoil my new gown.”
“Paris, I’m upset with you,” he grunted, losing his final shard of patience. “You had me worried over a damn pebble.”
“Oh, Devin, it pains me so. Please ease my distress.” She raised her skirt well beyond her knees, revealing a pair of the most shapely, loveliest thighs he had ever seen. She extended a long, graceful calf sheathed in a silken stocking that matched her lavender gown perfectly. Her ankle twirled, and the tiny, pink pearls embroidered into the silk-covered slipper twinkled like wishing stars under the torchlight that shined several feet away.
The liberal display of luscious, milky-white skin above her satin garters was inescapable. There were no drawers or undergarments of any kind to conceal her lovely charms. He swallowed dryly, realizing she sat upon his lap as good as naked, skirts drawn to virginal territory. Decency being a word absent from his vocabulary, he gave in to temptation and feasted his eyes on the shadowy junction between her satiny thighs.
“Be my champion. Release me of this agonized torture. I beg you.” She moaned pitifully, squirming on his lap, triggering a slight parting of her legs and lifting that trifling material even higher.
Able to see up the snowy whiteness of her thighs all the way to a neatly-trimmed thatch of fine, black fur gracing her vulva, a sharp bolt of lust blasted through him. Every muscle in his body tensed as he reined in the crushing urge to free his iron-hard cock and power his way into that dark nest with pent-up savagery.
He swore softly. The girl knew absolutely nothing about physical pain. He had half a mind to settle her over the bench on her knees, tear off the rest of that barely-there swatch of fabric, and teach her what pain was all about. For now, Megan waited. He was ready to do whatever it took to be rid of spoilt Paris once and for all. Carefully, he released the delicately tied ribbon about her slender ankle.
Damned pebble had better be the size of my fist, he grumbled to himself, refusing to admit the rage he felt was out-of-control lust, frustration at imagining and knowing that he would never learn how tight her vaginal walls would feel squeezing a man’s cock—his cock.
“My savior.” She beamed happily when he guided the slipper from her foot.
He turned over the shoe and shook it. When he failed to see or hear anything fall out, his suspicion grew. He cast a stern glare in chance she would notice, but there was no way she’d not notice the huskiness in his voice. “There’s not a damn thing in here.”
“Oh? Perhaps it’s stuck. Use your finger to feel inside.” She leaned forward, dropping a hand between her hip and his abdomen. Her breasts spilled forward at the movement.
He ignored her straying palm in favor of the flushed areola’s breaching the ruffled lace along her too-tight bodice. His mouth watered at the sight of her knotted nipples, inflated to the size of fat acorns. In all his days of seeing sagging breasts on hordes of Indian women who never laid eyes on a corset or countless whores whose tits were tugged on every day of the week, never had he seen nipples so big and fat and juicy. Another fraction of an inch and they, too, would be saying hello to the cool night air. He decided to be a sport, give her the benefit of doubt. He dug inside the shoe in search of a stone he soon came to realize did not exist. Still, for some reason, he kept searching, and she kept leaning over.
“Please find that vile pebble that has grieved me so.” She shifted on his lap again, her fingers lightly grazing his swollen scrotum.
Devin stiffened. He felt her soft, warm palm cup his balls and fingers curl over the base of his cock. Was she mindful of the hot stiffness she touched? Of course not. She was just a girl, too naive to know what hung between a man’s legs and its carnal needs.
Their eyes met in the shadowy glow.
“Does this remind you of when I’d sit on your lap and listen to bedtime stories?” Her voice sounded like the tantalizing whisper of a seductress beckoning to her lover in the night.
Yes, he wanted to say, it reminded him of all those nights they innocently spent together. Then again, were they innocent? Perhaps there was so much more going on so many months ago, but he didn’t want to analyze what had transpired between them. Not when her soft hand stroked him senseless and the naked curves of her ass
rubbed on his thighs like a bitch in heat.
Sweat beaded his brow at the thought of the crinkled rosebud between her buttocks. His heart stopped. All of a sudden, a troubling thought plagued him. Shit! Shit! Shit! He wanted her. What man with breath in his lungs wouldn’t want to awaken the tender passions in such a ripe, eager, young body? Yet his powerful need went beyond pure lust, something deeper, something much more dangerous, something he must never put into words.
An extended silence ensued. The cool night air thickened into a musky heat until his only awareness was the soft, sensuous body pressed hotly against his, inciting every last one of his nerve endings. Manipulations on his swollen, bone-hard cock made the head dribble with semen. He moaned, yearning to bury his cock in wet, female flesh, heat, and tightness.
Up close, she looked so pure and prim, a proper young lady. Even so, the arousing heat of her squirming ass and the slight pressure of her slender fingers lovingly stroking the bottom half of his thick stalk made him grudgingly press himself into the softness of her hand.
In response, her tormenting fingers squeezed his flesh, brought him closer to coming in his trousers.
In a fit of unreserved, turbulent passion rare to even him, he recklessly closed his eyes and let her have her way. He held perfectly still while she ran her palm over the thick base and teasingly inched up the long length that strained upward to his waist. He heard her breath catch when her fingers closed around him, as if realizing the true dimensions of what would find its way inside her virginal pussy if they were not careful. Then, as if she couldn’t wait to put his hard cock where nature intended, she began a delirious cycle of squeeze and release, mimicking vaginal walls contracting in climax. The unbearably intense sensations had him swaying into her hand.
His entire body shuddered while he imagined his hand slowly gliding up her silk-clad leg along the graceful curve of her calf. He could almost feel the satin rim of her garter above her knee, the smooth firmness of her bare thigh. On a suffocated breath, he envisioned his palm sliding up the creamy flesh of her soft inner thigh to the swollen lips of her pussy, thickly covered with soft, black fringe. The wet, luscious moisture seeping from her cunt felt so hot, so syrupy, and so real that he grew even harder and longer.
At odds with the hushed backdrop of lush evergreens and fragrant roses, the sound of her moans of arousal was vivid. Her hip rubbed his pulsating balls while her hand whipped up and down his shaft, overloading his senses. He was ready to explode. Never had he felt so lost, so reckless, so out of control and desperate for a woman.
Just then, he felt her breasts barely touch his chest. He opened his eyes and found her leaning in close, so close he could feel her breath caress his mouth. The musky scent of her rising need filled his nostrils. His entire body shuddered when he looked down and realized he held the swollen folds of her cunt fully opened to his hot gaze, the inner slit wet and slick. He shook with uncontained lust at the wild ache to plunge into the glistening wetness and take what she clearly wanted to give.
“Devin,” she whispered, her full lips slowly descending on his lips, closer…closer…
His fingers gripped the back of her head, twisted in her hair brutally. Her startled cry of shock mingled with pain served to heighten his excitement, as did her lack of protest to his rough treatment. His cock jerked in her hand at the thought of forcing such an ingenuous girl to succumb to his deviant desires. How far would she concede to the devil?
To look into her eyes, he tilted her head backward, arching her spine sharply. The move thrust her gloriously firm breasts up and out of their satiny confinement. Scarlet nipples tumbled into the quiet moonlight, beautiful, mouthwatering nubs taut with sexual excitement. There couldn’t have been a more perfect sight in the world. What would such creamy perfection taste like against his tongue, feel like against his lips as he sucked the jutting bits into his mouth?
She moaned and writhed on his lap until her satin gown bunched around her middle, exposing her mountainous breasts entirely. She let one leg hang off his thigh, spreading her legs wide apart, displaying the inner lips of her pussy held open by his fingers to his lustful gaze.
He breathed in the scent of her passionate arousal. At the sight of her milky-white body practically naked, stretched out on his lap like a sacrificial lamb ready to be eaten alive, any guilt he felt was long gone. He eased the tip of his middle inside the slick folds, forcing the protesting cavity to stretch just a hint. Her stubborn, young flesh was tight as hell, and refused to widen.
A long whimper tore from her throat, making his cock jerk with excitement. Her liquid arousal oozed over his fingers like thick honey.
Half-frantic to push inside her well-lubricated pussy and make her come, make her his, he slowly brushed his thumb over the sensitive underside of her clit and watched with crazed satisfaction as her hips bucked and legs trembled.
“Please,” she cried feebly, breasts heaving in agitation, eyes alight with passion.
Behind her sweet, innocent facade, he saw the carnal yearning, raw and blazing out of control. She was completely lost in her newly awakened sexual need. In her present state, she was powerless to stop what was going to happen. Her young, ripe body responded to nature’s call, the passion welling inside her. She was his for the taking. All he had to do was prepare her untutored body.
“Ah, yes, you make me feel hot inside.” Her hips rolled side to side, pushing down on his probing finger.
As if in a dream, he watched his glistening finger steal its way inside the spread crevice of her hot cunt, but the tender, virginal flesh was too tight, unyielding. Buried up to the knuckle, he curled his finger inside the opening and spread her wetness over her stiff clitoris, increasing her pleasure.
Her whole body trembled, her clinging walls gripping him tightly. “Oh, my goodness, don’t stop. More, more,” she panted. “Make me a woman.”
Oh, hell, no! Abruptly, he drew back, tamped down the overwhelming impulse to fuck her from now until next year. He had lost his mind. Tempted as he was, he had to get away. He thought Megan, sweet and innocent when they first met. She turned out to have an extremely insatiable appetite for sex, an appetite that oftentimes could never be quenched.
With a girl like Paris, he couldn’t take any chances. She was too young, too ripe, too pure, too naive to frolic in the moonlight with. Harsh, cruel, rough, older, huge…he was too many things that didn’t tally well with virgins. Paris was like a niece to him. Off limits!
“Paris,” he grated between clenched teeth, snatching the discarded slipper off the bench and stuffing it in her hands. To her obvious disappointment, he grabbed her by the shoulders and lifted her off his lap. The bottom half of her gown slid down her rounded hips while her magnificent breasts, firm and full, heaved in the moonlight. “The pebble must have fallen out.”
“Why…” she whispered in a shaky, desperate voice. With visibly trembling fingers, she readjusted her bodice and caught sight of the hard bulge in his trousers. Her jaw fell open on a loud intake of breath. It was as if she couldn’t do anything but stare at him.
God help him. He couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe.
After what seemed like an eternity of letting her get an eyeful of the monstrous hard-on jutting out stiffly, he came to his senses and dropped his hands in front of his groin.
“Shit,” he grumbled under his breath, unable to deny and refusing to define the all-consuming sexual neediness that began with her simple touch. What in the hell was wrong with him? He just stood there as though waiting for her to drop to her knees and take him in her mouth. They were on the main path, not far from the terrace, practically standing under a torchlight. Insane! There was no other way to describe his actions. He had gone insane, finally lost his mind.
“What a pleasant surprise to find two of my favorite people out on a stroll.” Mr. Beau Sinclair’s voice came from a few yards away.
Paris, perfectly composed, simply spun around toward the direction of her father’s voice.
Her face bright and cheery, all traces of passion vanished.
Devin nearly bolted out of his boots. He promptly sat back down on the bench. After a long spell of city living, he must be losing his edge. Normally, he would have heard Paris’s father long before the man was in striking distance. The girl was proving to be a dangerous distraction.
“Father!” Paris exclaimed gaily. “Mr. Spawn was kind enough to assist in the removal of a pebble from my shoe.” Without so much as lifting her skirt or revealing her stocking-clad foot, she primly slid on her dainty slipper.
Devin watched her retie the ribbon in an eloquent effort that remained concealed beneath the layers of satin fabric. He cringed internally.
Liar!
* * * *
“Go up into me just like that. That’s it, Caleb. Don’t stop.” Megan bucked wildly on his lap, twisting and turning, desperate to feel him deeper in her clenching cunt.
“Ohhhhh, Meg, you feel…so good. I’m…close…” His cock angled so her clitoris skidded against the hard shaft as it retreated, causing her inner muscles to ripple on each stroke.
“More…faster…darling,” she urged between pants. Her sensitized flesh begged for release. She rocked up and down, worked his cock deeper into her clenching flesh.
“Are you ready?” he whispered. Arm tightening around her waist, harder and faster his plunges drove into her as though he couldn’t stop. He slammed his hips against her ass, tormenting her pussy with his hard heat, driving her over the edge.
“Mercy!” she cried out as her clit exploded in a powerful maelstrom of sensual pleasure. Her body trembled with wave after unending wave of pure ecstasy.
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