Felisha Goulding's Stolen Innocence Series

by Felisha Goulding

  A low growl worked its way up from his throat, and he let out a deep breath. Drake’s heart felt like it was going to rip out of his chest when he watched her hand move to her mouth where she licked and swallowed the liquid. His balls grew tight, and it took everything he had not to explode in her small, dainty hands. She was fucking sexy as hell, yet she wore the look of innocence. She was a wonderful contradiction and quickly heading straight into his heart.

  A provocative look spread slowly across her face, the taste of him driving her wild and the look on his face even more so. His eyes narrowed with anticipation. “Meggie, you keep that up and I’ll come before I feel the inside of that hot mouth of yours.”

  Not having tasted the salty liquid before now, a hum of satisfaction escaped her mouth; she wanted more of him. He was becoming a fast addiction; every inch and every part of him drawing her close. Meg had read enough erotic books that she just might be able to pull this off. She recalled her first lesson in oral sex when her best friend Sarah coached her with a cucumber. But nothing prepared her for this moment. Despite how nervous she was, excitement filled every part of her.

  Meg’s lips slid past the head of his erection taking as much of him in as she could. He was big and she wasn’t sure how far back she could take him, but when she did and found that level of comfort in doing so, she repeated the same motion again and again. Her tongue swept the underside of his penis before swirling around the mushroom-shaped head. She bit down gently around the indent that separated his shaft from the head of his penis and using her teeth she scraped gently downward and then took him into her mouth and sucked hard.

  “Fuck, Meggie, you’re killing me here. Do you have any idea how I’ve dreamed of you taking me this way? It feels so good. Your mouth is so hot.”

  Drake’s words drew her into the moment, giving her confidence and motivating her to continue. Surging down the length of him again, she took him to the back of her throat and to her dismay, she gagged. Her eyes watered over and he immediately sensed her discomfort. His gentle hand cupped the side of her face. “Let your jaw loosen, Meggie, open your throat and relax. When I reach the back of your throat, swallow down and breathe through your nose, it’ll make it easier. Keep your tongue out just a little while you take me all the way to the back of your throat.”

  For a second, she was embarrassed and felt her face flush. But he had a way of making it sound effortless and clearly this moment, this connection, was as important to him as it was to her. Trusting his instructions, she loosened up and made herself relax around him. Strong hands wrapped around her waist and he pulled her up from the couch. He stood in front of her and with his hands on her shoulders he gently eased her down on the couch. Meg’s mouth was perfectly in line with his full erection. He gripped himself in one hand and held her jaw with the other. “Relax.” He stroked himself slowly while he continued to caress her jaw. Meg was completely mesmerized watching him.

  He settled himself at the opening of her mouth and placed one hand gently behind her head, urging her to lean forward so that her mouth was aligned perfectly and angled in a way that would allow her to take him deeper. His thumb swiped over her bottom lip just before he nudged her lips to part with the head of his penis where he settled further into her mouth. Meg’s lips stretched to accommodate his width and his hand continued to caress her jaw slowly. He whispered sweet reassurances that kept her focused, and she finally relaxed and found the perfect rhythm. “Meggie, I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours,” he said in a low growl filled with promise. “If you’re not comfortable, just pull back. Do you understand?”

  Her mouth was stretched and filled by him. Drake moved in and out slowly, giving her time to adjust to his thrusts. Meg reveled at the fact that she was taking him in such an intimate way and that he appeared to take such great pleasure in what she was doing to him. He continued to pump in and out of her mouth while picking up the pace. She relaxed her jaw a little more and with deep even strokes he reached to the back of her throat. Breathing through her nose like he suggested, she swallowed down on his erection being careful not to gag. She felt him tense up just before he held her head on either side and fucked her mouth in quick hard strokes.

  With one hand, she reached under and cupped his testicles. Her other hand fisted his erection moving in sync with her mouth and she stroked him. Her grasp was snug and Drake knew he wasn’t going to last long. The familiar tingling and tightening of his balls was a tell tale sign that he was about to explode. He tensed up followed by a low grunt of male satisfaction. His balls grew even tighter when her grip tightened around him. Meg continued to suck down hard, taking him to the back of her throat each time. She moaned around his thickness and stroked just under his testicles. He shivered at the sensation.

  He tried to break free from her mouth but she wasn’t having any of that, she sucked back harder. “Meggie, let go, I’m going to come, please,” he begged. Her eyes opened and she stared up at him. She was lost in the moment. She let him know with the firmness of her grip and the suction of her mouth that she wasn’t letting go, she wanted him to come in her mouth, to taste him, to feel his body react to the pleasure she was giving him. Meg wanted to feel him pulsating inside her mouth. She also wanted to watch his features change from the intensity he felt this very moment to releasing and losing himself to her.

  The look she gave him along with an unspoken need for him to spill down her throat was approval enough. He set the pace a little faster and took what he wanted and how he wanted it. Stroking down deep into back of her throat, he challenged her to take him all the way and she did so with pleasure.

  Deeper and harder, Drake continued to pump in and out of her mouth repeatedly. The urge for him to explode was right there, torturing him. His balls tightened up again and he let out a wicked groan from low in his belly. He fisted her hair in a tight hold and despite the fact that he didn’t want this to end, he was unable to hold back from what his body wanted any longer, and he spilled down her throat. Hot spurts of semen pulsated through his cock and Meg swallowed every last drop. She worked her tongue around the head of his shaft and focused on the sensitive underside of his penis. His entire body shivered at the sensation and he moaned over and over again; the most provocative words fell from his lips and Meg eased up on him, bringing him down slowly, his body jerked in reaction.

  “Fuck, Meggie, your mouth is insatiable: so hot, so soft, so fucking delicious,” he murmured before he pulled out of her mouth. He pulled her up into his embrace and his lips come crashing down on hers. The taste of salt lingered on her tongue, but that didn’t stop him from exploring her mouth and tasting himself. He hugged her closely before letting her lips go. “Are you okay?” he asked, thinking maybe he was far too rough in taking her mouth that way.

  “I’m more than okay,” she said with a smile stretched across her sexy face. “It was perfect. I never thought I would feel that anxious to perform oral sex, but you made it so easy for me, I loved it. It helps that I have a great teacher,” She assured him.

  Drake kissed the top of her head. “Come on, let’s take a shower,” he said, and again he lowered his lips to hers.

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  They talked throughout the night and in-between the panting and orgasms. They took turns asking a lot of personal questions and getting to know one another better. Meg found out that Drake was thirty-six years old, ten years older than her, but she didn’t care. He was perfect, and for all she cared, he could have been twenty years her senior. She would still want every part of him.

  “That would make me ten years older than you; are you okay with that?” He was smiling down at her, his lips mere inches from hers.

  “I don’t mind, you are only as old as you allow yourself to be, Mr. Noble.” She moved her lips up to meet his. “Umm, maybe that’s why you kiss so well. Maybe it’s an older man that I was looking for all these years,” she teased. They stopped talking and gave in to their sexual appetite.

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  They talked some more about their childhood and where they both grew up. Drake was surprised to hear that Meg wasn’t Canadian, that she was born and raised in Door County, Wisconsin.

  He himself was born in NYC but moved to Boston at the age of eleven with both parents. They settled there for just shy of three years before moving to California. The picture he painted of his dad was that of a typical successful lawyer turned judge. “The honorable Drake Noble,” he whispered as if in a daze. Drake never spent any real time with his dad. From what Meg could gather, his father was pretty much absent from his life. He worked long hours while his mom stayed home and ran the household. Raised in a strict environment, always told to watch his manners, no toys permitted outside the designated playroom. Generally he managed to stay out of their way.

  Meg was left with an overwhelming need to hug him. She simply couldn’t fathom being that lonely or ignored as a young child growing up. Although he had everything a little boy could possibly have wanted when it came to material things, according to Drake, both parents were cold and emotionally detached from their only son. It upset her that he grew up without a kind memory of either parent. He frequently zoned in and out as he got caught up in the memories, his mind grew far away, distant. It was pretty clear to Meg that although he remained strong and tried his best to keep his emotions intact, his childhood memories clearly had an effect on him. His eyes and facial expressions told a story where his words may have faltered.

  “My mother was an excellent home maker. She baked, made dinner, and was quite the hostess at the parties she threw in honor of my father and his business associates. Mom was your typical high society snob,” he added begrudgingly. “Looking back,” he continued, “I know she loved me in the only way she knew how. She was unhappy with her life, her marriage; she simply went through the motions for so long that she became an empty shell, you know?” Drake turned to Meg. “I would never want to be married to a woman who didn’t love me the same way I love her. I refuse to put myself through that. That was my life as a child. I didn’t choose to be there, and I didn’t choose to live that way. My mother didn’t love my father. By the time I came into the picture, she was resentful, bitter, and when it really came down to it, she simply existed. We never took family vacations. The only time I saw a plane was when my father decided it was time to move to another state. The only family pictures we have are family portraits with fake smiles painted on our faces.”

  Meg grew quiet. Although she felt sad for him, she was happy that he was sharing the most intimate parts of his family life with her, stories that you didn’t share with just anyone.

  At seventeen, a few days after Drake finished high school, he had decided to head back to NYC where he felt more at home. His dad paid for his education, and Drake took on a part-time job, which is how he met Liu.

  “Liu was more like a father to me than my dad ever was,” he continued. His face softened when he mentioned Liu’s name. “He made sure I studied hard and that school was a priority. No matter how busy the restaurant was, he made sure I sat at that same corner table every day after school and completed my assignments and studied. If it weren’t for that man, I don’t know where I would be today.” Drake made it very clear he didn’t want much from his family, after his education was paid for. That was all he was willing to take from them.

  “My part-time job with Liu covered my spending money. After a short time, we got to know one another, and he insisted I stay in the apartment above the restaurant. I settled in there before I finished my first year university. Magdalena, Liu’s wife, was an amazing woman but sadly enough, she passed away shortly after I met them. Liu was devastated at first and then his entire focus shifted to me and taking care of me became an obsession for him. “Hell, I guess we both took care of one another,” he said, smiling at the memory.

  With Liu’s help, Drake learned quickly how to adjust financially, and although he was offered money and had a trust fund in his name set up by his father, he spent only what he had to from that account. He mentioned the account still exists today, untouched since he graduated from university. “I have no intentions of using that money,” he said. “I found my way through life, I made it on my own, and I owe them absolutely nothing and that’s exactly how I want it.”

  Drake hadn’t visited his parents since he left California. He spoke to his mom on occasion. Their calls were limited to holidays and birthdays. He had dinner with them a few times a year when they were in New York on business but that was the extent of their relationship.

  She hugged him fiercely, caressed and stroked his beautiful face, and kissed him gently along the jaw line, then his neck, his chest. She couldn’t get enough of him. She desperately felt the need to soothe him in some way. To show him how much she appreciated just being here with him and for sharing this part of himself with her.

  “Your turn,” he said, and pulled away to watch and listen to her. I admire you. You are it, Meggie Malone. You are definitely it for me.

  “I want to hear your story, Meggie. How was your life growing up?”

  Drake focused on her every word. With his chin resting on his hands, he listened with great interest and enthusiasm. A warm smile reached the corners of his mouth every now and again. Mindlessly, he’d touch her face, caress her breasts, and maneuver over her perfect curves. There were times when she stilled from his touch and easily lost focus on what she was saying. She spoke of her parents with love. “They truly are great parents,” she said. After listening to Drake and what he had to say about his family, Meg in turn developed a whole new appreciation for her own family. “My grandparents on my dad’s side migrated here to Canada from Ireland, and shortly after my dad was born, they moved to Wisconsin.”

  “So, you grew up in Wisconsin but attended university in Canada?”

  “Yeah, I did. I have a dual citizenship. I’ve always felt a connection to Canada. For some reason, I feel it’s a large part of who I am. It was important to me that I spend some time here in the place where my dad and grandparents migrated to. It’s where our family started out, and I feel a sense of comfort and belonging here. I also wanted to get away from Wisconsin, try making it on my own for a while. Like any other teenager, you feel the need to get away and explore what’s out there. I worked for Frank part time while I attended university, and he hired me full time after I completed my studies in journalism and English. I guess it just kind of made sense for me to stay. My parents still live in Wisconsin.”

  “When was the last time you went home for a visit?”

  Meg immediately withdrew and grew quiet. Drake noticed the distant look in her eyes. He’d be blind not to see it.

  Flashbacks of her past suddenly made her stop breathing, and for a brief moment, she thought she would be sick to her stomach.

  What the hell is that all about? Drake wondered what was behind that distant look. But he didn’t pry, there would plenty of time to dig in to that part of her life.

  Meg continued, “It’s been a while.” She didn’t want to admit to him that she hadn’t visited home since she’d left there at eighteen. “My mother has been a home maker all her life,” she said. “Much the same as yours, she maintained a healthy, happy home while my dad worked hard to support the family. He still works in the paving industry, and I don’t know if that man will ever retire. My parents love one another openly, stealing a kiss here and there. It’s cute, really.” A warm smile worked its way across her face when she described the close relationship her parents have. “I would be a lucky woman to have what they have. I never had boyfriends, but I had a few really close friends growing up.”

  Drake continued to smile; he wanted to hear more. He played with the hair along the side of her face, smoothing it back behind her ear.

  They talked a little about their university days, and Meg learned that Drake graduated within the top three of his class. A total genius, of course. That fact, along with his drive to succeed, made him a force to be reckone
d with in the boardroom.

  “God, you’re sweet,” he whispered and leaned in to kiss her lips softly.

  Something shifted between them at that moment; both their expressions changed, there was a hunger between them, a need they couldn’t deny any longer. They couldn’t get enough of one another. But the need to get to know one another was even greater. It was significant.

  There came a moment in the conversation, where Meg considered telling him more, wanting him to know now that she was still afraid to sleep in complete darkness, that tying her hands, if he were into that sort of thing was completely off- limits. She wasn’t sure if she would ever share those things with him, so she let it go. During university Meg attended regular monthly meetings for victims of rape and visited a psychiatrist for the first four years. Her visits grew less frequent over time when she finally learned to stop looking over her shoulder and face the fact that she had been raped. Like many others, she wasn’t alone in the world. She wasn’t different. She was normal. A number of women had gone through a similar horrific experience, and somehow they managed to survive and she would to. She was determined to move on and get past it. It was through hearing the stories of other victims and speaking with her psychiatrist that encouraged her to start writing a book based on her life.

  Meg told Drake about her passion for journalism. “I enjoy writing. It frees me. It brings me to a different place, and I lose myself completely in the character.” Passion was clear in her voice as she continued to describe the joy she felt through writing. “I haven’t told this to anyone, but during my last year of university, I started to write a book of my own.” Wanting to see the reaction on his face, Meg turned to him. He touched her cheek and his hand lingered on her jaw a little before he let go and gave her his full attention.