by Nicole Snow
“No, nothing like that. We'll talk later, Holly.”
I waited for her to say bye, but the call screen vanished.
Finally! My impure prayers to the sex gods had been answered.
I rushed into my house, washed, and changed into fresh clothes. Then I went straight for my car and peeled out of the driveway.
On the way over, I left my Dad a quick message, telling him I didn't know when I'd be coming home. I'd be staying at Holly's for the night. Or so I hoped.
At least it wasn't a lie. I just omitted the fact that Holly wasn't anywhere in sight.
Shit, what if he isn't there either? What if he's gone off on a summer trip himself?
I had a breathless moment of panic as I rounded their private drive. Then I saw Mr. Langern's silver Mercedes perched beneath its outdoor canopy.
He hadn't gone anywhere after all. And now, I hoped, he was all mine.
I didn't bother disturbing his small housekeeping staff by ringing the doorbell. Since we'd met, Holly always encouraged me to use the back gate, and today was no exception.
The bright sun covered his large property. Blistering pavement steamed beneath my feet, and even the gate's metal was hot to the touch.
I found him sitting next to the pool. Mr. Langern's strong legs were laid out ahead of him as he reclined in the large chair, sunning himself to a new golden hue.
He stirred when my shadow blocked the sun. Lowering his glasses, he looked up at me, aiming those brilliant eyes that had stolen a bit of the sun's fire.
“Little Kaylee. Didn't expect to see you here today,” he said, purring his pleasant surprise.
“I didn't expect Holly to go away all weekend. You can call or write, you know.”
Smiling at my sarcasm, he swung his legs over the chair and stood, instantly dwarfing me. My eyes landed on his beautiful wall of a chest and happily nested there.
“So, you came by to fuck me again?”
I pursed my lips. Muscles deep inside me jumped at his crude, direct request. The refined veneer he wore cracked the instant he stood up.
I wasn't with my best friend's wealthy father anymore. Now, the man I'd met in the study confronted me, the beast who tempted me with the body of an Adonis and a throbbing erection that never hid.
“Look at me, Kaylee. Look up here and answer the question,” he ordered.
I blushed. He'd caught me staring at the bulge in his trunks, and I was far more glad than ashamed.
“No. Well, yes and no.” I watched his eyebrows quirk up curiously. “Mr. Langern, the truth is, I'm obsessed with you.”
“Obsessed?”
Tension stretched my nerves. I'd never been good at confessing, and doing it beneath this man, with everything on the line, was delicate torture.
“I couldn't stop thinking about you after our night together. I want more of you, sir. I know I'm an idiot for putting myself in a situation like this when you're so close to my best friend...but my heart won't let me do anything else.”
There. Let's wait for the verbal slap in the face.
His huge arms hugged me, pulling me into his hot embrace. The sun's livid force had saturated his flesh. Every inch of him made me feel more alive wherever our bare skin touched.
“Then you're listening to the right part of your body. The best kind of love – and lust – is the kind that doesn't make sense. The riskiest is also the most sweet.”
He dove, pressing his lips to mine. Mr Langern tugged forcefully, slowly bringing me to my knees.
My knees went into a stray puddle that had escaped the pool, but I didn't care.
His honey kisses drew me in. His fingers twisted furiously against my back, following my curves down, only stopping at my ass.
When he reached it, he splayed his fingers out. His muscles bulged with desire, making his next kiss fiercer, steadying the tremors mirrored in mine.
I sank lower, lower, into the hot pavement. His lips devoured me one kiss at a time.
Nothing was off limits. Mr. Langern left his fiery impressions on my lips, cheeks, and then strayed along my neck, eagerly winding toward my cleavage poking out the tank top I'd thrown on.
“You look so young and beautiful.” Flat on the ground, he pulled me to my feet with both hands. “But no teasing, little Kaylee. If you want to play with a man like me, then we're going to play hard. We're going to play rough. Most of all, we're going to play my way.”
“I wouldn't dream of anything else,” I said with a smile.
My jeans shifted as I steadied myself. I noticed the uncomfortable wetness the water had left on my legs – almost as humid as the stickier slickness between my legs. I stared at it and hated myself for ruining a perfect moment like this with a mess.
“Come inside,” he said, following my eyes. “We'll get that fixed up. Besides, I've been wanting to give you something anyway.”
He smiled mysteriously and moved swiftly. I trailed in behind him, my head spinning as I thought about what that could mean.
Going into the Langern's place without Holly around was strange. I expected him to take me into the cool, dark den near the wet bar downstairs, but instead we headed up.
I'd only seen Mr. Langern's private master suite once. Holly and I were young teens, and she dragged me up there with her to ask him for a little spending money to play skee ball at the arcade.
His spacious private chamber hadn't changed much since then. A shiver caressed my back as I stepped inside behind him.
Mr. Langern lived his life in style, his grand scale extending into his bedroom. The smell of rich mahogany hit me from all sides.
A huge canopy bed rested in the room's center, lined with dark burgundy curtains. He slowly turned toward me and smiled, looking like the charming vampire who'd seduce a young girl senseless in reverie on his antique bed.
“Go ahead. Open the curtains and look at what I've laid out for you.”
I clasped the edges of the fabric gently and slowly rolled them away. The light trickling through the large window hit the most gorgeous pair of panties, bra, and stockings I'd ever seen.
I picked up the bra by the straps, admiring the hand worked lace around the cups. My lips formed an oval and I released a tempered whoosh.
“You see?” He said behind me, padding his strong fingers into my shoulders. “I told you I'd replaced what I ruined.”
Yes, but he'd done more than that too.
Somehow, I'd missed the gorgeous dress beneath the underwear on first glance. It was dark, sequined around the collar, like something a wealthy lady would wear to a jazz concert in the Roaring Twenties.
“You shouldn't have done all this for me,” I said softly. “I couldn't afford any of this...even on three summers' pay!”
New heat rushed to my lower abdomen, tantalizingly slow and sweet. Mr. Langern just stared at me. The brightness in his eyes cut through me, deep as acupuncture needles.
“Forget it. I live to add to beauty, little Kaylee. Now, go use my private bathroom across the hall and change for me. You can leave the dress hanging on the door.”
I blushed as he playfully tapped me on the ass. Even as I went away and stripped off my wet jeans and tank top, his touch lingered.
Can a woman ever get comfortable in a lion's den?
The strange question stayed with me as rolled on the stockings, the panties, and then the bra. I turned around in the mirror, face flushing beet red. Somewhere beneath that high end glamor, I recognized myself as the same frightened girl.
But my heart throbbed boldly. The fear parted like a thin vapor.
Donning Mr. Langern's lingerie was like slipping into armor. For once in my life, I was ready to be brave. And I was equally prepared to perform for him, to surrender everything to this older rogue who'd overwhelmed me in his charm.
My new Master folded his arms and looked on, tightening his jaw, admiring my curves as I closed the door to his room behind me. I turned slowly, letting him see all 360 degrees, showing my best parts.
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I'd finished blushing in the bathroom. Now, the growling hunger wiped away everything else, determined and ominous as thunder.
“You're more beautiful than I expected.” He let his hands drop, wagging me closer with one muscular finger. “You're dressed so well for the part. Won't you act on it, little Kaylee?”
Taking a page from his playbook, I refused to answer. Not in words.
I moved closer, sashaying my body like a cat. When he embraced me, I nestled deep into his neck, intoxicating myself on his musky cologne and kissing across his stubble.
I went down his neck, tugging his collar back. Mr. Langern groaned – probably surprised by my newfound confidence.
My nails dove around his back, raking his tailored fabric. They stopped at his front and started to unhook the silver buttons on his jacket.
Then I sank lower, keeping my hands on him the whole time as I fell. I pushed on his thighs, drawing my fingers close to his fly and grasping the zipper.
“Hold onto my head, Mr. Langern. I'm going to tell you thanks the best way I know how. Move me however you want, just as long as my lips taste every handsome part.”
His eyes bloomed, birthing new fire. The warmth dove out and shot straight through my veins, but still I didn't blush. And I certainly didn't stop.
His trousers opened with a pop and I let them fall to his ankles. He unbuttoned his shirt as I tugged his boxers to his knees.
The marvelous cock I'd only gotten the smallest, most addicting sample of sprang out. Unlike our first clumsy encounter, I knew exactly how to start.
I grasped him at the base and lowered my mouth. Mr. Langern's neck snapped back, pointing his murmuring face to the ceiling.
Delicious groans sauntered to my ears as I sucked him harder. I drew him deep, turning my tongue into a silky brush, stroking his massive shaft like an artist bringing living beauty to life.
I rolled my cheek to one side, admiring his length with my whole mouth. His hips rocked, forcing his shaft deeper, straight across my tongue.
Relax, relax. Become his personal release, his servant, and you'll become his lover forever.
As my tongue stroked him in long waves, I wondered where the scared, sardonic voices had gone within me. For now, they'd been replaced by a voice that schemed, dangerously intent on fixing a permanent place for me at Mr. Langern's table.
Consequences be damned! I sucked like my life depended on it. Because in many ways it did.
My palm gently massaged his balls. His excitement went up a new level, and soon he dove into me, making quicker, shallower strokes.
That's it. Enjoy this taste, sir. But please don't come yet!
I wanted him to save his seed for a different place – the silky chamber inside me where magical things could happen. It was my one sure shot at binding us together forever.
Just as his groans shifted from tense to uncontrollable, I lifted my lips. I smoothed his sultry length one last time, loving how his size, his heat, felt in my slick palm.
“Why are you stopping?” He growled.
“You deserve something better than this today, Mr. Langern. Or don't you want another taste of my tighter, wetter place? The place you ravished last time...”
My hand wandered to my new panties. In just minutes, they'd become sopping wet.
He stared at the moist stain beneath my fingers. Kicking off the rest of his clothes, he approached, engulfing me in his chest.
Mr. Langern's chest pressed against me as he worked away my bra, edging me to the end of the huge bed. I leaped into his arms, bending my arms and legs around his torso.
“So, you like me flooding you?” His voice was low, simmering in my ear. Goosebumps burbled up my skin from the heat.
“Yes!” I hissed, rubbing my panties against his naked shaft, oozing my wetness onto his slick cock.
“Good. Because I like it too, little Kaylee. I live for it.” He kissed my neck hard, hovering to dig his teeth into my flesh. “Life is all about risks, but there's no uncertainty the longer we do this.”
“Huh?” Maybe it was his love bite or the scratchy heat of his stubble scrambling my senses.
“Make no mistake – I will get you pregnant.” He lowered us to the bed, never taking his bulge off me. Swiftly, he hooked his fingers through my waistband.
“The more you beg me to shoot off inside you, the closer you come to belonging to me. Is this what you really want? To have your precious cunt, your blood, the rest of your life marked by me forever?”
I moaned. He shook me, and I saw a severity in his expression I'd never seen anywhere outside drama films.
“Yes, yes, yes, Mr. Langern! Make me have your baby. I want you to fuck your seed deep, and I'll soak up every drop. I promise.”
He pulled me tight and we rolled together. His hands ripped at my panties, casting them away from my flesh, leaving us bare together except for the stockings I wore.
I sat on top of him, mere inches from his wonderful cock. Mr. Langern squeezed my wrists and pulled them to his chest, flattening them against his muscular torso.
Grounded, I lifted myself up, positioning my hips just right to take every inch of his glory.
Slowly, I sank down. My walls stretched and feverish agony began its pleasurable meltdown in my brain. He slid deeper, slower, anchoring me in the deeply erotic moment. A little too slowly.
His flat palm caught my right ass cheek. I heard a sharp whip before I felt the sting, bringing me back to reality.
“Wake up and ride me, little Kaylee. There'll be time for savoring and softness later. Much later.” He licked his lips, showing me his large neat teeth.
My lust surged. I mimicked his expression and started rocking my hips, helped along by his fingers clasped tight against my buttocks.
I never thought being on top of him would make such a difference, but it did. From here, I could feel more of him.
I took his strokes deep, my flesh an eager canvass for his skilled flourish. Every angle and vein along his erection made itself known, but most of all the heat.
The heat!
He started to move with me, spiking upward until he hit the edge of my womb. I moaned, relishing the steaming blood pooling in my extremities.
My nipples hummed as loudly as my fingers and toes. My clit ground into his flesh every time I went low, seeking the friction to set itself on fire.
Our speed increased and so did my fervor. My thighs shook as I lifted off him, plunging back down, entranced by our own little world of fucking and breeding behind burgundy curtains as dark as a desert night.
His hand lashed at my ass again. I squealed, pleasure and blood red sparks screaming in my flesh.
The big old bed frame began to creak. For a second, I imagined it as the same one he fucked his wife in, the late Mrs. Langern.
The thought made me jealous. I lifted my hips, throwing my body weight against him, breasts swinging like ripe pendulums.
Get out of here. All the old memories he had, all the old things you once knew. We're building something new together, and no demons from the past are going to interfere!
Not even the ghost of his wife. I'm in his bed now, and that's all that matters.
My orgasm started as a ripple, but quickly became a mind shredding surge. In one thrust, he stole my reason for good, lost in a blast of sucking fire and shaking clitoris.
I grunted. I panted. I came like there wasn't any tomorrow.
And it was all true, all justified – all because I knew the morning would bring something totally different from anything I'd ever known.
His hips thrashed upward. His fingers sank deep into my flesh, ramming my little ass forward onto him, repeatedly catapulting me against his phallic cliffs.
Pleasure chorused inside my head. Hot, rampant, impossible ecstasy.
I understood it then. Mr. Langern wasn't just fucking to get his rocks off – he'd taken me as a living detour, uncorrupted clay to mold himself upon.
My calves squeezed agains
t his torso. I wanted to milk him, spiritually and physically, drawing him into me until I was totally full of him, bathing every atom.
The feeling was just starting to come back into my limbs when he lurched beneath me. I lifted high, feeling his hands grab great fistfuls of my ass, and his dull groan became a full on earthquake.
My teeth chattered as I fell back down. Mr. Langern's hips swung up, burying his huge cock inside me.
The tip swelled and split like a burning rod. Fire leaped into me, erupting in my depths.
Everything inside me went berserk, closer than ever to getting what the flesh craved most. A second orgasm tore through me in an instant, hard and sharp as diamond.
Beneath me, he kept sputtering his pleasure, heaving his sea of flames inside me. I burned then, straight to ashes, a twitching muscle mass unable to do anything but feel his gift, loving every morsel.
He stayed rooted inside me long after we could breathe and look at one another again. Mr. Langern's eyes were darker, wise with the sinful realization of what we'd done.
“It isn't over yet,” he whispered, gently urging me away from him.
I instantly felt the deep, red trenches his fingers had left on my ass. Without his rough touch, the emptiness caresses me anew, stirring my endless hunger yet again.
“Lower those pretty little lips and start sucking me.” He smiled as my startled gaze met his. “You're mine all night, little Kaylee. If I haven't knocked you up by morning, then I don't deserve you.”
Those words were like casting a spell. Time splintered, oozed, fell apart into a carnal morass of sticky pleasure.
I licked his cock fast, tasting our combined sweetness. Then Mr. Langern rolled me onto my stomach, driving into me, lifting my legs up to his sides.
Riding above and below him had been heavenly. But now, being mounted, filled from behind, offered nothing less than sweet nirvana.
He fucked me fast and hard, a man focused on his labors and enjoying them to their fullest. He came faster this time, dragging me into the maelstrom with him.
If this kept up, I'd be drained and sore in hours. But I'd weather it all for him. For this man, I'd do anything, no matter how depraved or crazy, just as long as he gave me his feral rewards.
