“Your lips are so full,” he said. Opal frowned as he stared down at her lips. His thumb running along her bottom lip. “You look so beautiful.”
His words hurt. He called her beautiful when he dated models and really pretty thin women.
“Don’t say stuff like that,” she said, pulling out of his touch. “I’m not pretty.”
“Who says you’re not pretty?”
“I don’t need someone to tell me. I’ve got a mirror, and I have to look in it every day. Besides, I could never compete with the women you date.”
She made to walk past him, but he caught her arm, the grip tight but not painful. Biting her lip she forced herself to turn and face him. At thirty-nine, he was still a good-looking man. His hair did have a few greys, but they didn’t make him look old, more of a mature man. A small number of wrinkles were near his eyes and along his forehead. If only he could look like an ogre then maybe she’d be able to leave him.
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Tony held her arm and felt the electricity shoot up from his arm from the small touch. He wasn’t near bare skin. She wore a red cardigan over her shirt. He’d noticed she covered up her body whenever she got a chance to. Staring at her now, he saw the maturity in her. The two years had developed her significantly. She held that submissive pose he loved to see, and then she turned and stared him in the eye. He knew she trembled from his touch.
Staying away from her was becoming more difficult with every passing day. He didn’t want to be away from her. The calls she use to make had been the highlight of his week. The calls had stopped, and so to had her beautiful smiles. He’d fucked everything up on their wedding night.
She was so young, sweet and innocent, and he was harsh to the world. His life hadn’t been sunshine and roses. Part of him was fucked up, and letting Opal near him could expose her to the worst side of him. The side that needed to control. To be in charge. He hated himself, but most of his life he’d kept it hidden from everyone close to him. The whispers that accompanied him were only supplied by gossiping women.
Admitting he wanted Opal would be the worst thing he could ever do.
“I say you’re pretty, and that is all that matters,” he said.
“Could you please let go of my arm?” she asked.
Didn’t she know what she did to him? He hated himself for the way he craved her attention and her touch.
“I don’t want to let you go. You’re too young.”
“I’m not a child, Tony.”
With her admission hanging in the air, Tony lost it. Without thinking he pushed her up against the nearest wall. He heard her gasp and slammed his lips down on hers, acting on pure instinct rather than allowing himself time to think about what he was doing. She resisted him for the first few moments and then succumbed to the power of his kiss.
He didn’t let up, even as her hands pulled at the hair on the base of his neck. He wanted more, to feel her giving everything to him.
For two years he’d dreamt about her kisses and wondered what it would be like to have her as his own. But for two years he’d fought the burning desire within him. Opal was Richard’s younger sister. Being the bastard he was he wasn’t willing to fight anymore. He wanted her, and he intended to have her by any means possible.
“You’re on fire for me,” he said. He cupped her ass and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around him, and he settled his cock against the apex of her thighs. He felt the heat through the denim of her jeans. Tony knew if he touched her cunt she’d be soaking wet.
There was so much passion inside her bursting to break free.
“Give me everything.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can,” he told her.
Moving one hand away from her ass, he travelled up her body, past her rounded stomach to cup one of her heavy tits in his hand.
Pulling away, he stared into her beautiful eyes. Her blonde hair fell all around her. He loved her hair, and he knew it was her natural colour. Never had she dyed it like some girls did. Her pale skin flushed with arousal. Her eyes were wide as she stared back at him.
This is how he had dreamed about her. Aroused and open for him.
“You look beautiful to me.” He touched her naked breast under her shirt and bra, the nipple small and tight as he grazed it with his fingers. She moaned and arched closer to his touch. The weight of her felt perfect in his arms.
He could hold her forever.
Suddenly, as it all started, Opal pulled away stopping it as abruptly. Withdrawing from him, she placed a hand on top of his over her breast.