“Krystal. I thought he was a god damned prowler. What else was I supposed to do? His truck is down the street and he’s all covered up in that jacket and cap…”
“How would you have even seen him if you weren’t watching the place?” I ask him, suddenly aware of the fact. It’s not even seven o’clock and Mark was around the other side of the house.
“Because I was looking out the window when I saw him,” Blake explains, and I can tell he’s being truthful.
“I was just making sure...” he says, when I feel him doing it all over again.
Winning me back with a single look. Not even his words.
Just that damned look that tells me I don’t just have a crush on our new neighbor, but I’m head over heels for him.
Truly, madly and helplessly in love.
There. I said it.
“What?” he asks, smirking a little as he takes in my expression.
“You’d really beat the life out of anyone who tried to hurt me, wouldn’t you?” I ask, looking up at him. Feeling my heart melt at the thought even though I should be horrified.
“Not just that,” he says firmly. “Anyone who even looks at you the wrong way has me to answer to,” he adds with conviction. Almost daring me to doubt him before softening his gaze as it travels south to my chest.
“Forgive me?” he asks, giving his best puppy dog eyes yet. One of his huge fingers reaching out to tease my pajamas open, but I playfully bat it away.
How can I not forgive him?
“If you go next door and bring back the coffee, I’ll think about it,” I taunt him, but it’s too late.
He’s grabbed me by the waist, lifted me up, and is giving me a repeat performance of last night’s kiss.
Only way better.
No simple peck on my part this morning either.
I feel his hard body against mine, with something else equally hard and familiar stabbing me gently as our mouths open, and our tongues find one another’s.
My legs wrap around him by sheer instinct and I jerk suddenly as I moan when his rock hardness brushes fully against my now aching, and very wet center.
He kisses me until I feel like I might just forgive him after all. But he won’t set me down, not yet.
His huge arms and shoulders are taut but he has no problem holding me up.
It’s like I weigh nothing in his arms.
“I don’t just want you for a day,” he growls gently in my ear, and I feel the tickle of his stubble on my neck as he kisses it. Gnawing at it gently until I squeak.
“I want you every day,” he says with an intensity that sends a shiver from the top of my head straight down between my legs as he moves his hips while gripping my rear with one hand.
Pressing that hot fat dick harder against me in a single movement through my pajamas.
This is where I lose it completely. I know I don’t stand a chance against this sort of stimulation, because it’s what I’ve wanted him to do since the moment I laid eyes on him.
I feel his heavy step vibrate through me before he sets me down on the kitchen counter, moving away from me only long enough to draw up a kitchen chair.
“What are you—” I try to ask, but my question becomes a moan in a moment as he lifts my legs and starts to tug down my pajama bottoms.
He’s shaking his head.
Like a man who’s doing what he should’ve done a long time ago.
A man who knows what he wants and is just about to stake his claim on it.
I feel a rush of heat in my groin, way up inside me as I suddenly feel like he’s not undressing me quickly enough.
My heart’s palpitating in time with the butterflies in my belly, and I hear myself coo and moan loudly as he strips me of my panties next. The sound of the kitchen chair scraping on the floor as he draws it up closer.
His massive hands are on my thighs, running up and down them, edging closer to my already quivering center with each pass.
I should ask him again just what he thinks he’s doing, but I know exactly what he’s doing.
With a hand on each ankle, I squeak as he yanks me forward on the counter, settling my feet one at a time over each of his massive shoulders.
My head rolls back as I support myself with my arms on the counter, feeling the heat of his breath against my body as his mouth gets closer to what I know belongs to him now.
“Breakfast is served,” he announces, and in an instant I’m moaning louder than ever, thrusting and bucking my center against his mouth as he greedily takes all of me in one go.
His large, warm tongue opening my lips before flickering to greet my stiff clit which is already telling me that I’m in for the ride of my life.
His stubble scratching me down there now, not tickling. But driving me wild with arousal, I start to boil over into something I have no control over.
Blake’s settled himself into that chair pretty damned quick and from the tongue lashing he’s giving me I don’t feel like he’s gonna let up anytime soon.
“I want you to come for me, Krystal. Come in my mouth so I can taste what’s mine,” he growls, making me writhe and moan a little harder and faster against his expertise.
“Mm hmm,” I whimper, feeling his hair between my fingers now, gripping him as hard as he’s grinding his mouth into me, almost tugging at him as I press him onto my core.
Already feeling something coming loose. That mysterious element the man’s awoken in me.
Those shivers I’ve been having are just like tremors before the big one.
Before the quake hits.
I hear his growls and groans, mixed with my own moans and whimpering until there’s a new and deeper sound.
It sounds like… Like a…
Like a lawnmower.
I tense up, afraid we’ll be caught. But Blake only growls louder and harder, flicking my nub with his tongue and gently nibbling at it with his stubbled lips.
“It’s the lawn guy,” he murmurs. “You can scream as loud as you want.”
As if on cue, once he uses a pair of his large fingers to spread me wide open so he can go deeper and have more of me to himself, I do hear myself moan louder.
Not just louder but deeper, and Blake’s insistent tongue and hands on my chest sees me gasping his name in between fits of my body starting to twist and jerk.
A constant shudder starts to run through me once one of his hands works its way through my pajama top, kneading my thick stiff nipples.
“Blake… Blake…” I start to wheeze, but he only grinds harder with his mouth and more intensely between his thumb and forefinger.
The mower sounds louder. Closer.
But I’m closer still and as Blake senses what we both know is coming he growls the word “mine” deeper.
The sound unlocking the most intense and quaking climax. I can hear my own voice, almost in disbelief as wave after wave of pulsing shudders course through me.
His mouth and hands merging with my hole. My legs gripping him so tight it might choke an ordinary man. But Blake Mason is no ordinary man.
And this is no ordinary climax.
He only groans deeper with satisfaction the tighter I grip him, and I moan louder as he takes all of me, all of my essences as he draws out my climax by the clever use of his strong hands, huge tongue, and masterful technique.
Chapter Twelve
Blake
“Mine,” I tell her and myself again, eventually moving up from my sitting position and kissing her, letting her taste herself on my lips.
I’ll never grow tired of hearing it. Never grow tired of seeing her perfect face and feeling her perfect body under my touch.
I run a thick finger gently in circles around her twitching hole, thumbing her clit ever so slightly as she continues to twitch and shudder herself.
A fitting climax for my queen and a reward well-earned for my own patience.
I’ve staked my claim and now we both know how things really stand between us.
Wi
thout a word, only a lengthy kiss, it’s clear to her as well as to me that we’re a team now.
Together, the two of us. No matter what.
The sound of the mower and hedge trimmer dies down too in time with our own winding down.
Mark the lawn guy is under strict instructions not to bother me or Krystal. He’s got a fistful of money for his efforts and I trust it’ll buy his silence too. But time will tell.
Krystal’s spent, I can see that. But for me, I could just eat her up all day and then some.
My own hardness is as insistent as ever, but the urgency has been dialed back a notch.
I know she’ll be mine now, I’ve staked my claim. Licked the envelope that has my name on it.
Kissing her again I tell her I’ve paid the man outside to do his work, I can see she’s fretting about it somewhere in the back of her mind.
The part that hasn’t been blown out the top of her head.
I lift her up off the counter and set her on my lap, cupping some more of her chest in my free hand which she doesn’t seem to mind.
But there is something bugging her, I can tell.
“What is it?” I ask gently in her ear, kissing it after I speak. Figuring she might just be a little stiff from being laid out on the counter like that, but I really couldn’t help myself.
“This is complicated,” she begins. And I figure she means me being the neighbor she thinks I’m supposed to be.
“Krystal, wait,” I start. Deciding I have to tell her everything now. Before we go any further.
I can’t claim her if she doesn’t know who I really am, I won’t have her worrying about a thing and I sure as hell won’t ever keep anything from her ever again.
“No. Blake, please. I have something to say,” she interrupts me. Her hands pressing into my chest. Her eyes pleading with me to let her go first.
Don’t say I didn’t try to tell you. I’ve been trying to tell you since yesterday. Kind of.
“What is it?” I ask, concerned now. Worried she might have a secret way bigger, way worse than mine which is really more of a misunderstanding than anything else.
“I’ve never been with anyone before,” she finally manages. “I’m a virgin, Blake,” she says quietly, looking down and flushing red with shame.
Opening my mouth, she beats me to it again.
“I know you could have any girl you want and probably have. Any woman. Anyone. All you would have to do is—” she starts, almost ranting, but I stop her this time with my kiss.
It’s a long, tender kiss. A kiss I hope explains a lot more than what I tell her.
“Now. First things first,” I begin. “I’m only interested in one girl. One young woman,” I tell her firmly.
“And you’re wrong if you think I’m some Casanova type, blazing a trail of spent and used women across the continent,” I add, feeling a little hurt that she’d have that impression about me.
She looks up at me, her eyes misty and her lower lip starting to quiver.
Sensing she thinks I’m angry I hold her close and kiss her hair, her neck, and finally her lips again.
“Don’t you see, Krystal? I’m relieved more than anything if you’ve never been with anyone. It means I’ll be your first which is just perfect,” I tell her, watching her reaction as her eyes widen a little and she sniffs away her negative emotions.
“It’s not a bad thing at all. It’s very, very good,” I croon into her ear. My hands find her chest again and she purrs softly but stops me short of unbuttoning her pajama shirt.
“I mean… I just figured you’d want a girl who knew how to do stuff.” She muses.
“You seemed to cope just now,” I tell her, smiling. Sliding a hand between her legs and making her shiver before she covers herself with her flimsy robe.
I get it, she wants to talk now. Playtime’s over.
For now.
I guess when I do claim her properly, it should be, it will be somewhere more interesting than her dad’s kitchen counter.
“I couldn’t help myself just now, Krystal.” I remind her, gently taking her hand and running it up and down my shaft through my pants.
She sucks in a sharp breath, moaning again as she fights and loses the short battle with herself.
The trial in her mind trying to stop her from wanting to see it. To feel it and to explore my manhood.
“You’re not making this any easier,” she says, not taking her eyes off my tent pole, but running both hands up and down it now, making little sounds like she’s never been more ready to take things to the next level.
My own hand moves to my zipper, and in a moment I’ve freed my cock for her to see and touch.
We both moan loudly as her cool hands grip the hot stiffness of my erection straight away.
Her tiny fingers run the clear and free flowing lube around the plum shaped head, which swells in size under her touch.
“Oh my,” she gasps. “It’s… incredible…”
I stroke her hair back, letting my eyes close as she starts to instinctively pump my rod.
A little awkwardly at first, but with both hands and another thick bead of my precome, she’s making an ‘O’ shape with her mouth, thrilled at the sensation as much as I am.
“My turn now,” she coos. And I know what she has in mind, but as much as I want it.
It’s not what I really want.
“Wait,” I gasp, slowing her hands with mine, basking in her touch for a moment before she pouts.
“Am I doing it wrong?” she asks, concern on her face she might have done something wrong. I only shake my head and smile.
“Oh no, you’re not doing anything wrong,” I inform her. “Far from it,” I groan.
“Then what?” she asks, trying to keep eye contact, but the beast is out now and all her attention is on what we both know she needs.
“I mean, that this and everything in it is for you. Here,” I explain, gently touching her smooth mound under her robe.
She lets out a low breath, and between her hands and my fingers, we almost make a liar out of me and my plans for our first time after all.
“I want to come inside you, Krystal. I need to, that’s how you’ll really be mine and I’ll really be yours. Forever,” I tell her.
She stops, thinking as hard as my twitching member right now, but she agrees.
“I don’t want anyone else, Blake. And this all just feels so right…” she says, but there’s a tone of doubt at the end of her words.
“But?” I ask. Easing her hands off me as I cover her back up, leaving my rod out for some air though.
“But we don’t have to do everything in one morning, do we?” she asks, looking down again, biting her lip as if to doubt her own question.
“Not if you don’t want to,” I tell her truthfully.
“As long as I can touch you, as long as you know how bad I want you now. As long as I know you’re mine,” I tell her. Knowing that’s all I really want. The rest will come when she’s ready.
And sooner than later by the look in her eye.
“I do want you here though,” I admit, flexing my cock and using one hand to hold it towards her, feeling it swell as she gasps.
“I want you to come on my dick like you came on my face, and then fill you with my seed,” I growl, feeling that uncontrollable urge again.
“Fill me with our babies,” she murmurs absently, a smile playing on her lips to match my own.
“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” I tell her, kissing her hard until we both groan for a different reason.
Her cell chiming and we both know who it is.
“You’d better get that,” I caution her. Knowing I’ve skipped telling her again, and now her dad’s gonna want to know what happened with yard guy. I just know it and so does Krystal.
She answers with as much chirp as she can muster, but there’s something different about her already.
Her voice has changed a little and she’s holding herself in another wa
y as she stands.
She’s about to become a real woman, is what.
My woman.
All for me.
Chapter Thirteen
Krystal
Sliding off Blake’s lap feels like I’m losing a limb almost.
I’ve never been so intimate with anyone, ever. Never even kissed a boy, let alone a real man.
And certainly never… Well. As I explained to him, I’m the big V but he thinks it’s the sexiest thing, who knew?
All these years it’s been my main hang up, next to my weight of course. And here’s the hottest guy alive telling me it’s music to his ears.
My legs almost give as I stand, but the little workout between them has left me feeling something I’ve never felt before.
And with Blake still close by, the prospect of dealing with my dad or anything after what we just did doesn’t worry me in the slightest.
Blake motions he’s going next door to grab the coffee, but I want him right here.
I reach out for him, tugging at his shirt so he gets my message before he can leave as I answer the phone.
“Hiya, dad… Yeah… Oh did he now?” I ask. Waiting for a gap between each of his machine gun sentences so I can get a word in about this morning.
With the yard guy. Not the other thing.
It’s the reason he’s calling. Like I figured he probably would, but Blake looks surprised and then annoyed.
Like he’s pissed with the yard guy for saying anything. I can’t really blame him though, Blake did have him by the neck like a chicken about to have its head cut off.
“Mark Simmons just called me, Krystal. What the hell happened there this morning?” he asks, sounding overworked and like this is the last thing he feels he should be calling me about.
I know him well enough to hear it in his voice when he’s stressed, but this isn’t just work stress.
“Is he there?” My dad asks gruffly.
“Mark?” I ask, knowing that’s the wrong answer.
“No, Krystal. Not Mark. That idiot neighbor of ours who attacked him. Is he still there? Mark said he was in the house with you,” he adds in an accusing tone.
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