by Jagger Cole
“You could,” she sasses back. Her hand slips into the pocket of her robe as I come to a stop right in front of her. “And I could tell her about these.” She pulls out her hand, and the groan lodges in my throat. Oh shit. Lacey’s holding a very familiar pink thong in her hands; a pink thong that still has my cum staining them. The room freezes and our eyes lock.
“Were you snooping?” I growl quietly.
Lacey laughs thinly. “Pot kettle black? Yeah, I was, but it sure doesn’t look like I was the only one.”
My frown darkens. “What do you want, Lacey? What’s your goal here?” I can tell she thinks throwing that incriminating evidence in my face would get her whatever she wants. That I’ll cave and fall over backwards begging her to keep it a secret. Except, I don’t fucking care. Yeah, it’s wrong, but I’m not embarrassed. And I’m sure as hell not going to let her lord it over me.
She shrugs. “Nothing. I just wanted to show you that you’re not the boss of me.”
“You’re mistaken,” I growl as I step close to her. Lacey gasps as my hands shoot out to grab her arms and push her back. She stumbles backwards, my hands still on her arms as she crashes into the floor-to-ceiling shelves full of books behind her. The lust inside of me swells, and I groan as my grip on her tightens. I press close to her and look down into her widening blue eyes, flushed face, and her panting lips.
“In here, in my house, I damn well am the boss of you. And you’d better get that through your head or there will be repercussions.”
Lacey’s mouth twists into a sarcastic, bratty smile. “Repercussions?” She laughs snidely. “What are you going to do, ground me?”
We’ve all heard the story of the straw that broke the camel’s back. For me, that last little quip from her is it, and I snap. “Nope. I’m going to do this.”
She screams as I pick her up off the floor and throw her over my shoulder. Her tight body twists and writhes as she kicks and yells. But I ignore it all, and my hands hold her firmly as I turn and walk brusquely over to the big easy chair in the corner.
“What are you doing!” She screams. “Take your fucking hands off of me!”
I move like a robot, utterly possessed and intent on following through on my task. I sit heavily in the chair, and with a growl, I’ve got Lacey bent over both of my knees. My pulse pounds fast, and whatever doubt is left in my heart and head disappears as I look down at her. I sweep the robe aside. Without another second’s hesitation, I lift my hand in the air and then bring back down with a quick smack on her almost bare ass.
“Did you just fucking spank me!?” She yells. She twists in my lap, but I hold her firmly, keeping her right where she is. My hand raises up again, and once again, comes spanking down on her ass, covered only by her flimsy thong panties. Lacey gasps again as her body stiffens with my spank. I do it again, and a fourth time. And God help me, my cock aches and throbs so fucking hard against her body as I do.
A red mist seems to wash over my vision. My hand spanks her perfect little ass again and again. My fingers find the edge to her panties, and I don’t even hesitate as I quickly grab them and yank them down. My hand smacks her butt again, and then two more times before I freeze.
Slowly, I come out of the haze I was in, and instantly I realize I’ve got my gorgeous and tempting nineteen-year-old neighbor bent over my lap with her panties at her knees. I focus, and I realize I can see everything; I’m looking right at Lacey Wheatley’s naked pink pussy between her slightly spread legs. I can see it alright, and it’s glistening wet.
The reality hits me all at once, and I stiffen. What the fuck am I doing? I’m spanking her, and I’m so fucking hard while I do it that my big cock is throbbing against her stomach through my dress pants. Lacey shifts and twists on my lap, and I damn well know she feels every inch of it. My hand is still resting on her bright red ass, and I quickly pull it back what the hell I’m doing sinks in.
“Fucking hell, Lacey…”
“You don’t have to stop,” she whispers, her voice a breathless whine. I groan, my cock pulsing against her as my eyes stare at her bare little pussy.
“Lacey…”
“Please, don’t stop,” she moans. My heart is pounding, my cock so fucking hard it hurts. But all I can do is stare at the gorgeous girl across my lap, my hand still pulled away from her. Lacey shifts, and suddenly she’s sliding off my knees and onto the floor in front of me.
“Lacey,” I warn.
Her big blue eyes look up at mine, blonde hair framing her beautiful face. Her hands rest on my knees, and I stiffen.
“Lacey, what are you doing?”
“Something I’ve wanted to do for a long time,” she whispers thickly. Her hands slide up my thighs, her nails raking my pants as my cock visibly throbs against them.
“Jesus Christ, no, Lacey,” I growl. “You’re too young. We’re done here.”
“I’m nineteen, Mr. Kane.” Her voice seems to float over me from far away, and I’m helpless to do anything but watch as her hands move to my belt. She undoes it and pulls it wide, and then those dainty fingers are moving to my pants. They open way too quickly when she pulls at my zipper. Her hands peel them open and then move to the waist of my boxers.
“Don’t you want my mouth on your cock, Mr. Kane?”
God help me, I break. Whatever possible defenses I still have fall to pieces. Without waiting another second, I lean down, cup her face with my hands, and kiss her. My lips press hotly to her soft, pouty ones, and I kiss Lacey like I’ve wanted to kiss her for longer than I’ll ever admit.
8
Lacey
Logan kisses me, and my whole world changes. Instantly, I know that whatever I knew before will forever be known as the “before Logan Kane.” I know that after kissing him, nothing is ever going to be the same. I kiss him back hard, following his lead. His hands cup my face, and when he opens his mouth, I do the same. I moan as his tongue teases mine, tasting his mouth and loving every second of it.
He pulls me into his lap, and I kick my panties off as he does. Logan growls as he kisses me. His big hands grip my robe and shove it off of my shoulders, tossing it away. I moan again as his warm, masculine hands slide over my back, gripping me like I belong to him, and he kisses me the same way.
I gasp into our kiss when he suddenly stands. But he holds my small frame like I weigh nothing at all. Logan storms across the room, still kissing me feverishly and gripping me tightly. He sets me down onto his big hardwood desk, and with a sweep of his arm, he clears the surface behind me. My legs wrap around his waist as he kisses me and growls into my mouth.
Logan drops down to his knees. His hands grip my thighs and spread them wide. I blush as I feel his gaze center between my thighs. No one besides my OB has ever seen me this exposed and naked before. But knowing the first is Logan has me trembling for more.
He opens my legs and moves closer, and my breath comes faster and faster. I almost want to tell him that I’ve never done this before, but I don’t want to ruin it. Also, I’m so wet and so turned on that I can’t talk. I just stare at him and tremble as he moves between my spread legs and lets his breath tease over my thighs.
Logan groans and leans into me, and suddenly I can feel his mouth. I feel like I want to melt into the chair, and pleasure washes over me like a wave as I feel a man there for the first time. I moan like I’ve never moaned before, because holy shit does he feel good. His mouth presses to my pussy, and his tongue slides out to trace up between my lips. My mouth falls open, and I scream in pleasure as Logan’s tongue dances over my clit.
He groans as his tongue drags up and down, spreading my lips and delving deep into me. His tongue burrows into my pussy, drinking down my arousal as I go wild for him. My hands grip the edges of the desk, and my whole body trembles in pleasure as he moves up to lick my clit. His tongue swirls around my throbbing button, teasing and lapping at me. My hips raise shamelessly with a mind of their own, and I moan eagerly as my gorgeous hunk of a neighbor makes me sc
ream in pleasure.
His lips wrap around my clit and Logan starts to suck on it. His tongue swipes around it and back and forth, until I know I’m going to come. I try to open my mouth to tell him, but the words don’t come. All I can do is cry out and moan and press against his mouth. With a cry, the orgasm of my life hits me like a train, and I scream as I come for Logan Kane’s tongue.
I collapse onto his desk gasping for air. I whimper as he licks at my pussy, teasing me through my orgasm. His hands grip my thighs tightly, and his tongue keeps teasing me, like he can’t get enough. Slowly though, he stands, and I make my move.
In a flash, I’ve slid off the desk and dropped to my knees in front of him. Logan grunts, looking down at me with a powerful and smoky gaze. His face is lined and simmering with lust, and when I reach for him, he doesn’t stop me. I peel his dress pants open and then slide my fingertips into his boxers, and my heart races as I tug them down.
His pants drop, but his boxers seem to catch on the huge bulge beneath them. I swallow as I pull them even more, and I moan as they peel away from the base of his cock. My mouth opens wide when I see the thickness bulging from the dark hair at his base. I pull again, and this time the boxers peel entirely away. Logan’s cock springs out heavily in front of me, and my eyes widen like saucers.
Logan Kane is enormous. I might not have ever seen one in the flesh before, but I’ve looked at porn. And the big cock throbbing in the air in front of me is still the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. He’s so thick and pulsing, with this fat vein running down the length of him. The head of Logan’s cock is round and swollen, and I gasp as I see the clear liquid dripping from his crown. Beneath that hangs his full, heavy-looking balls. And the longer I stare at him, the wetter I get.
Logan Kane is all man, and now, he’s all mine.
I don’t think or worry about having never done this before. All I know is, I want to please him. I reach for him, and he grunts masculinely as my small hands try and wrap around his dick. I shudder at the throb that pulses under my touch, and then gasp when more of that liquid drips from the little slit at his head. Furtively, I stroke my hand back and forth, and the feel of the silky skin over rock-hard muscle has me moaning quietly.
I look up at Logan, and our eyes hold each other’s. I lean forward, and slowly, I lick my tongue over his big crown. He grunts and hisses in pleasure, and knowing I’ve made him feel good sends a thrill through me. I lick him again, and he growls. His hand drops to my head, and his fingers slide into my hair. He doesn’t pull me or try and force anything, but just feeling him grip me like that has the pleasure building in me again.
I moan as I press my lips to him, kissing his throbbing dick. My tongue swirls over him, and when it licks over the tip and collects the sticky liquid there, I can taste something sweet and salty. I moan, kissing more of him before I start to take him into my open mouth.
My lips are wet as they slowly slide down over Logan’s big cockhead. He grunts, and his hand tightens in my hair as I take his head into my mouth. My pussy is so fucking wet, and I shamelessly drop my other hand between my legs to touch myself, whimpering when I do.
“Touch your pussy for me, baby,” Logan growls, making me moan. “Play with that naughty pussy, Lacey.”
I moan as I stroke my clit and suck on his cock. I can barely fit more than his head inside my mouth, but I run my tongue over that much and hollow my cheeks. My tongue slips over his underside, and I can feel him swell between my lips as he hisses in pleasure. My own moans rumble around him as I rub my clit while I suck on his big dick.
Logan groans and pulls away from me. I look up, worried that I’ve messed up, but his face looks like a mask of pure lust. He grunts as he pulls me to my feet, and when he kisses me hungrily, I gasp into his lips. He pulls away, then he roughly spins me around and bends me across the desk. I moan deeply, my body trembling in anticipation as I feel him move against me.
It’s happening. I’m going to get fucked for the first time by Logan freaking Kane. The hot older neighbor I’ve lusted over for years is going to be the one to take my virginity, and I’ve never wanted anything more than I want this right now.
I can feel him stroke his cock against my ass. He spreads my legs, and I start to breath heavily at the anticipation. I close my eyes tight and bite my lip, readying myself for what’s to come. But then, he stops cold and freezes behind me.
“You’ve done this before, right?”
His voice is gentle but firm. I take a breath and quickly nod. “Yep. You can keep going.”
“Lacey.”
I keep my eyes closed. “It’s fine, just do it.”
“Sweetheart, turn around and look at me.”
I don’t move. “Mr. Kane, please just fuck me?”
He pulls away, and his big hands gently pull me up off the desk and turn me around to face him. He reaches down and tilts my chin up with a gentle finger, and I finally open my eyes ruefully.
“Are you a virgin, Lacey?”
I frown and look down, not saying anything.
“Holy fuck,” he breathes, and slowly, he starts to step away from me.
“Wait, please!” My hand darts out for his, gripping it tight and trying to draw him back into me.
“Jesus, Lacey!”
He’s still moving away, and I’m still trying to pull him back.
“Please, Mr. Kane! Don’t you… don’t you want me?”
Logan’s face darkens, and I can see him clenching his jaw tightly. “Lacey…”
I turn away. “You don’t…”
I gasp as his hands suddenly grab me, twisting me back to face him as he drops to one knee.
“Jesus Christ, Lacey, of course I fucking want you,” he hisses. His eyes dart over me, his face tight and lined. “You’re a fucking goddess,” he says quietly. “You’re gorgeous, and smart, and fucking incredible. But this?” He frowns, shaking his head. “Lacey, we can’t do this. I can’t do this.”
“Why not?”
He clears his throat. “You’re too young.”
“No, I’m not.”
“You’re too young for me, then.”
“I disagree.”
“Well then I’m too old for you.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I’m forty fucking years old, Lacey!” He growls. “And you’re nineteen!”
“So what!?”
“So believe me, that’s not okay! Not ever, and not for your first goddamn time!”
“So, I should just go back to college and lose it to some frat guy in a drunken hookup?”
Anger flashes across his face, and I gasp as I feel his hands tighten on my arms, almost possessively.
“Lacey…”
“Please, Mr. Kane,” I whisper. “Please, I want it to be you. I’ve always wanted it to be you.”
“I can’t do that, Lacey,” he croaks. He squeezes his eyes shut tightly, like he’s trying to stay strong.
“I’m asking you to, please.” I reach out and slide my hands over his jaw. I lean in and kiss his cheek, and Logan growls deeply. “Please, Mr. Kane. Please fuck me?”
He groans, and I glance down and gasp when I realize his cock is still bare and throbbing hard. My lips brush his cheek again, and I reach down. He stiffens when my hand finds his dick, and then he groans as I wrap my fingers around it and squeeze gently. I slide my mouth to his ear, and I feel him stiffen and tremble as I stroke his cock.
“You’re already in trouble, Mr. Kane,” I whisper hoarsely into his ear. The inner seductress in me coming out with a vengeance, giving me a boldness I never knew I had. “I already sucked your big cock. That’s already hot water, isn’t it? So what’s wrong with putting it in my pussy? Don’t you want to put it in my pussy, daddy?”
Logan groans, and his hands slide to my waist and tighten there. I moan and kiss his ear, and I feel his dick throb in my hand.
“Unless,” I whisper. “Unless you’re too much of a pussy to—”
Suddenly, h
e snaps. With a growl, he grabs me up into his arms, whirls, and storms out the door. I moan as he kisses me hard, so hard that my eyes water. But it just makes me kiss him back even more. I cling to him as he strides through the house and then up the stairs. Logan goes right to his master suite, and I moan, knowing what’s to come. With a gasp, he lays me out across his huge bed—the very same bed I felt jealous of just a few hours ago. But now, it’s me here in his bed, with him.
Logan groans as he slides over me, one of his big hands pinning mine above my head and the other wrapping around his cock. He eases between my thighs, and I eagerly moan as I wrap my legs around him. He moves against me, and I gasp when I feel his big hard cock press against my lips.
“You want me to fuck you, baby?” Logan growls deeply. His lips are barely touching mine, and the sound and the edge to his voice makes me tremble. “Then I’m going to fuck you.” I moan as I feel him stroke himself against me, and I tighten my legs around him. I feel his cock brush my wet pussy lips again, and I suck in my breath.
“Last chance, Lacey,” he groans. “Last chance to tell me to stop before I slide my cock right into this tight pussy, so if you don’t want me to…”
“I want you to,” I gasp.
Logan growls deeply. “Then you’re mine, baby.” He pushes forward, and his thick cock begins to push between my lips. And I moan.
9
Logan
The feel of her under me is like nothing else I’ve ever felt. The touch of her skin to mine, and the way her thighs squeeze my hips as she moans is a heaven I’ve never once known before. But it’s the feel of her tight, dripping wet pussy kissing the crown of my cock that rocks my entire world.
I clench every muscle in my body as I slip the head against her. My breath chokes in my chest. The exquisite feel of her wetness caressing my cock just about kills me. I push in, and Lacey gasps as my fat cockhead slips between her lips. I hold myself there with my cock right against her virginity. I know I should stop. I know this is wrong and fucked-up. There’s no way I’m deserving enough to be taking this angel’s innocence like this. I close my eyes and take a breath before I start to pull away. But Lacey’s legs tighten on me, holding me right where I am.
