“Kiss me?”
“Yes. Yes,” he says in between kisses of my face, throat and eyelids. “I’m broken at the end of every day from resisting you.”
“Don’t resist me anymore.”
“Oh, don’t worry.”
I’m lifted out of the car with my legs wrapped around his hips. Immediately I’m slammed up against the side of the vehicle, Flynt’s mouth hot on my neck, biting and licking and sucking at my sensitive skin while his hips ram up, up, up, jostling my legs until my shoes fall off. “I’m not going to be able to stop touching you long enough to get the blanket,” he rasps, leaning down to suck my nipple into his mouth, drawing on it lovingly. “I’m sorry, Ayla.”
“We’ll find some grass,” I say absently, more concerned with his magical mouth and how to keep it on me, giving me these great, sweeping waves of sensation. “Or in the lake…”
“Yeah.” Flynt’s voice is ragged as he stumbles back from the car, carrying me with him.
That’s when we both see it’s a good hundred yards to the lake.
“The lake is out,” I say, planting kisses all over his face.
“You read my mind.”
Up ahead is a cluster of trees with soft, green grass beneath and Flynt strides in that direction. When we’ve almost reached the shade, he takes hold of the waistband of my panties and rips them down the middle. And then he’s laying me down, looming above me with the very devil in his eyes, stripping off his T-shirt and showing me his bare chest for the first time.
It’s big and cut and rippling, just like his arms, a gold chain making a U shape beneath his collar bone and the sight of him makes me wetter. Makes mesquirm.
He unzips his jeans with impatient fingers, his gaze zeroed in on the juncture of my thighs. “I’ve been a monk for four years, waiting for you. I’d have been a monk for a hundred fucking years, long as I knew my angel was waiting on the other side.” He comes down hard on top of me, before I can see the flesh he fists and tugs out of his pants. “But we’re both about to become dirty whores for each other, aren’t we? Whatever the opposite of holy is, that’s what we’re going to be. I’ve already got you ditching school to fuck by the lake, don’t I? Pussy wet, titties covered in suck marks.” He wraps a hand around my throat and squeezes. “Such a bad little girl.”
With the growling of those five words, all hell breaks loose inside of me.
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Deep in my bones,I knew she would be like this.
A perfect animal just waiting to be set free from her cage.
We’re equals now, humping each other in the grass, yanking and tearing at clothing, my teeth leaving marks on her shoulders, her tits, before racing back to her mouth where I get my sustenance. Lordalmighty, her tongue has the sweetest taste on the planet. I lap at it, suck it into my own mouth and suction our lips, trying to drag her essence into my soul, but it’s not enough. I’ll never, ever be full of her. I’ll always be starved. She’s going to drive me past insanity into new terrain, where there is only her soft skin and pussy and voice.
I still have my hand wrapped around her throat and she traces my grip with her fingertips, revels in being pinned to the ground by force. Her thighs are open, her tight, virgin cunt waiting like a pagan sacrifice. She wants to fuck even though she’s never done it before. God help me when she gets a taste. I’ll be rutting her before school, in between classes and nonstop on the weekends. Her father is going to hate me with every fiber of his being.
Especially once her stomach begins to swell.
At the reminder that she’s almost certainly lying about being on the pill, I have to reach down and jack my cock several times. It’s so sensitive. Harder than it’s ever been. My balls feel like they’re in a death grip. Holy shit, Iama bastard. Instead of calling her on the lie and being a decent man, I’m going to lock this girl down so hard, she’ll never question that she belongs to me. I’ll knock her up so fucking good and fast, her head spins.
My nobility has thinned to nothing in the face of her needs.
“You going to make me a daddy, baby?” I grunt without thinking, because who could think with a tongue like hers in his mouth? When she looks up at me with slightly guarded eyes, I realize what I’ve said and rush to correct myself. “YourDaddy, Ayla. That’s who I am, aren’t I? You’ve always known, even if you didn’t understand.”
“I still don’t understand. I just know…I really like when you call yourself that.”
I kiss and lick my way down her body, covering her tits in a sheen with my tongue, wanting her to be sloppy and swollen and covered in me. Wanting to claim the girl who will rule my head and heart until the day I die. “Maybe it’s something I can’t explain to you with words.” I raze her belly with my teeth while unzipping her skirt, tearing it down her legs and throwing it over my shoulder. Now she’s naked except for the silk tank top that’s circling her waist. On a scale from one to ten, she’s a thousand.Jesus Christ. “Maybe I have to show you.”
Bathed in the sunlight, her pussy is like fresh, succulent fruit.
“When I say I’m your Daddy, I mean I’m responsible for you. For everything about you. But especially this.” I run my thumb up the valley of her cunt and watch that little nub peek out at the top, asking for me. So eager. And I’m not capable of making her wait. God no. I bow my head and worship her with a deep lick, teasing her clit with light side to side swipes of the tip of my tongue. “I’m responsible for satisfying this. So well that your legs shake when I get home from work because you need to spread them for me so fucking bad.”
Ayla grows even more wet, right in front of my eyes. Her hips can’t stay still.
“You’re a gift from God, little girl,” I growl against her pussy, rubbing her center with my tongue, testing the tightness of her entrance, my cock starting to drip into the grass in response. Because Jesus, I knew she’d be snug, but I have no idea how I’m going to get more than a few inches inside without hurting her. Maybe it’s impossible. The thought of causing her even an iota of pain makes me want to drown myself in the lake. “I have to tell you something, Ayla,” I say, turning up the speed of my flickering tongue against her clit, keeping at it until her thighs are wrapped around my head and that bud is starting to pulse.