“Derek,” she moans reverently.
I latch onto her clit and push two thick fingers into her tight pussy. She’s so wet, so hot. So fucking ready.
My dick twitches and pushes against my zipper.
I’ll get her off first, but then I’m taking her. I resisted back then. She was too good for me, but I fucking want her right now, and there’s nothing that’s gonna stop me.
“Sweetheart?” I try to get her attention but she only hums slightly, her body going still. “Emma,” I call out to her a little louder, pulling away from her.
She doesn’t respond.
I sit up on the sofa and finally get a good look at her.
Fucking hell.
She passed out on me.
Fuck!Fucking pot has her knocked out.
“Emma!” I shake her gently, but she’s not moving. And she's not gonna either; this stuff is good dope.
I run my hand over my face, wishing this wasn’t fucking happening.
Finally, I look back down at her sleeping peacefully, and I give up.
I wrap her up in the throw and grab her jeans and underwear. She’s so light in my arms as I take her upstairs. It’s not hard to find her room. The door’s open.
I lay her on the bed, and she doesn’t move an inch. The only sign of life is her steady breathing.
She must’ve been exhausted. She’s not wearing her underwear, and I don’t like that. I don’t want her thinking anything happened. Her legs are way fucking heavier with her not helping me, but I pull on her lacy underwear and then nestle the covers around her.
I wish I could get into bed with her.
But this is her sister’s house, and I’m not staying here with the hopes of getting a morning lay.
I take one last look at my sweetheart before heading out.
* * *
The soundof the driver’s side door shutting to my Porsche disrupts the peaceful quiet of the night. I hit the clicker, filling the cold air with a quietbeep beepas I walk into my house. It’s late. I left Sandra’s house about thirty minutes ago and took a slow ride home, not in any rush to get back.
I’m still processing everything that happened. It’s like a dream.
I touch my fingers to my lips and I can still faintly taste her.My sweetheart.I can’t let her go this time.
I can’t fucking believe she passed out on me. I shoulda known she’d be a lightweight.
But damn she felt good to hold. The smell and feel of her.The taste.
My dick starts hardening again, and I have to force the images out of my head. I’m not fucking jerking off. The next time I cum it’s gonna be inside her. She’s mine. Just like she’s always been.
I know she’s going to play hard to get, but nowadays I get what I want. She can try to run, but it’s not going to work this time.
A chuckle rises up my chest as I walk to the door feeling more life in me than I have in years, remembering how we first met.
I’d just started my car and was warming it up on a snowy day when I saw her leaving school. It wasn’t the first time I’d seen her. I knew she was younger than me. She was gorgeous, such a sweet, shy girl with an innocence about her that drew me to her.
Her brunette hair was whipping in her face as she walked out into the snow off the worn path on the sidewalk and across the street. I watched her out of curiosity. I remember how her cheeks were so red from the cold, and her nose, too. But she looked so fucking beautiful with that baggy sweater she always wore.