“It’s real, I know that. It’s been real for me for a long time.” That pain is back in my chest. When I look at her, it’s like looking at the sun. Even if I close my eyes, her stunning face is still there. “I’m going to take care of you, Layla. Now, take off your shorts. I’m done dreaming. I’m going to make my dreams come true. And yours too, I hope.”
She tugs her cut-offs down and kicks them off, leaving her standing in her bikini, and I catch her scent on the warm summer air making me grit my teeth to hold onto the shred of control I have left.
She stands back up, licking her perfect pink lips, and I run the backs of my fingers down her chest, feeling the bumps of her sternum and noticing how prominent her ribs are, especially when she inhales. I make a mental note to research how to help her with her eating, but right now, it’s me that needs to eat.
And it’s not food that I’m craving.
“You wet, my Prima?”
She opens her mouth but there’s no sound coming out, so I trace my hands over her belly button, grazing them on the outside of the strip of fabric between her legs feeling the warmth and dampness on my fingers.
“Such a dirty little girl you are. Wearing that teasing little swimsuit, knowing you were driving me crazy. Making my dick leak and ache for you. Isn’t that right? You knew just what you were doing when you bought that little slutty suit, didn’t you?”
I lean down, my mouth hovering over hers as her warm puffs of breath come faster, her cheeks ripe red as I feel her body start to quiver under my touch. I trace the edge of the fabric in the cleft of her thigh, listening to her breath hitch as I slip two fingers under the elastic and part her silky slick lips, feeling the wetness gush at the contact.
“Answer the question, Layla. Do not lie. Rule one is no lies, never.”
Her eyes are searching mine, we are nose to nose and I want to claim her mouth but I need her mind with me first. I need her to know when I ask, she needs to answer.
She nods on a breathy sound of agreement as I slip my middle finger down lower, my palm spreading her pussy as another slick, warm drench of her honey slicks my hand. I crush my mouth to hers, driving my finger inside until I feel it…the thing I’d hoped beyond hope for is still there.
I slide my other arm around her waist, pulling her against me and lifting her as I spin her around, crushing her against the glass door without breaking our kiss. I drive my tongue into her mouth as her yelp of surprise is muffled by the kiss.
It’s taking everything I have not to easily throw her tiny body into the living room and fuck her, filthy and ruthless, bent over the back of the sofa.
“Who did you save this little cherry for, little girl? So fucking tight still, this little spot right here…” I flick at the thin skin of her virginity with the tip of my finger, making her fingernails dig into my forearms. “It’s going to be all mine. Did you save it for me?”
“I—” Her eyes close, her head pushing back on the glass as I reach up with my other hand, snaking my fingers into her hair, pulling it to the side as she winces, her eyes flying open.
“Answer me.”
“Yes.” She looks like she’s going to explode. Tears are glazing her eyes as my fingers dance and explore her perfect soaking pussy. “I saved it for you. I’ve never wanted anyone else. Just you. I’ve wanted you since that first day. That day in the picture. I wanted to marry you that day.”
“This little tight pussy’s been mine since that day. Unfucked and unclaimed, but that’s all going to change. Tell me this little honey pot is all mine now. Your sweet cherry is all mine.”
Thank fuck, I think to myself. I don’t know what I would have done if another man had been here before me. Hunt him down and destroy him, probably. Dismember the body, burn his cock, crush his balls between two rocks…
“Please…” she stutters, pulling me from the horror of my thoughts, her eyes losing focus. “I’m… Oh, God, that feels so good…” She drops her forehead onto my shoulder. “Please, God, don’t stop…”
“That’s not what I need to hear.” I take one hand and clench it just under her jaw, feeling her pulse and the way she swallows hard against my palm. “You want to come? Then you do as you’re told. Now, tell me who owns this cherry cunt?”