I take her hand and let her pull me down next to her. She turns her head toward me, but it’s not enough. I grasp onto her bare hip and pull her onto her side so we are facing each other. I know I need to stop touching her, but the desire is just so overwhelming. I reach for her face, cupping her smooth cheek in my hand.
“Have you ever done anything like this? Been touched or claimed by a man?” I swallow, knowing a part of me will break in two if she says yes. I want to be the man to fuck her for the first time, to devour her pussy and claim her as a man should.
“No. Never,” she finally answers, her voice small and timid, unsure.
Happiness pools in my belly. “Do you want me to touch you now?” I croak, the question hanging in the air between us. I’m not a good man. I’m not kind or gentle either, but I want to be. For her. I want to be everything I’ve never been before.
“Yes,” she whimpers, her eyes pleading, as if she wants me as badly as I want her.
That simple word is all I need for that thread of restraint to rip. I reach behind her, undoing the clasp of her bra before I move her onto her back.
Hovering over her, I pull the bra off, revealing the most perfect pair of tits I have ever laid eyes on. Two delicious round mounds with a small pink taut nipple on each, begging to be in my mouth.
I don’t leave them waiting long. Bringing my mouth to her breast, I wrap my lips around one of the stiff tips. She moans, sending all the blood left in my brain straight to my cock.
Using my hand, I seek out her other breast and roll her nipple between two fingers while I suck the other one in earnest.
Elyse arches her back, crushing my mouth to her tit. I know she wants this, I just don’t know how much of this is the drugs and how much is her. I can only let this go so far. She’s innocent, naive, and I don’t want her to regret this.
A voice in the back of my mind is still telling me to stop, but every one of her needy moans pushes that voice farther and farther away, until it vanishes altogether.
“Kiss me.” Her voice is breathless.
I release her tit from my mouth with a loud pop. Gazing down into her eyes, I know I want this. I want it so fucking bad, it hurts. But I’ve gotta stop.
This is her first time experiencing something, and I want her to remember it—remember me. Pressing my lips against hers, I kiss her with every fiber of my being. When she lifts her arms, wrapping them around my neck, molding us together, I pull away. I have to.
My cock’s stiffer than hell. It’s getting harder and harder to remain in control.
Elyse whines in disappointment, a frown pulling at her plump lips.
I think about lying next to her and just going to sleep, but there’s no way I’ll be able to get a minute of rest with this raging hard-on. “I’m going to go take a shower. I’ll be back in a little bit,” I whisper into her hair before moving down to place another kiss to her lips.
Her eyes flutter closed, and she murmurs something beneath her breath.
I grab my comforter to cover her up before I disappear into the bathroom. I’ve never smiled so much in my life. Hell, I’ve never been happier. It’s a strange feeling…happiness, that is.
When you grow up the way I did, you question everything—good, bad—and are ready at any given moment for disappointment because you’re used to it. I strip out of my jeans, t-shirt, and boxers to eye myself in the mirror.
I’ve got a couple tattoos, but my best feature is the piercing at the tip of my cock. I think of Elyse’s expression when she sees it for the first time. Will she feel fear or arousal? I don’t want to scare her away, but the things I want from her aren’t something I’m sure she can deliver.
I turn on the shower and step into the spray. It’s cold for a second, then turns hot. Resting with my back against the tiles, I take my length into my hand, close my eyes, and shove the thoughts away. Elyse is what I want…what I need. She makes up for all the bad I’ve done in my life.
But will she want me when she finds out I’m a killer?
I hiss out in pleasure as I stroke myself, up and down, up and down, my muscles tightening. My hold tightens as my hand slips over the head and back down.