by Sam Crescent
He’d seen her naked before by the pool, but this was different. This was inside her bedroom, with a bed near. Jared took hold of her hand, and pulled her forward so that she was between his legs. He wore a robe himself, but he made no move to take it off.
His hands went to her knees, and he stroked his fingers across her flesh.
She closed her eyes, loving his touch.
Up his fingers went going from the outside of her thighs toward her ass. He squeezed her ass cheeks, spreading them a little.
“Open your legs.”
She did as he asked, feeling the heat work up her body. She wanted him more than ever before. It was hard for her to focus on any one thing with how he was making her feel.
“I love that you wax this pretty pussy.”
His hands released her ass, and then they were stroking up the inside of her legs. When he touched her pussy, she had no choice but to reach out and hold onto his shoulders.
“You’re already so wet for me, Freya. Do you want me to make you come?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
There was no hesitation. She wanted him more than anything else in the world. Watching porn was boring, and she wanted the real thing. She wanted him, needed him, was desperate for him, and would gladly beg if that was what he needed her to do.
When it came to Jared, she’d realized that she was willing to do whatever it took to keep him.
“Then lie down on my bed and spread those pretty thighs of yours. I want to see your pussy.”
She climbed onto her bed, and even as her cheeks heated, she didn’t try to hide herself. Jared wouldn’t want her to, nor did she.
Freya watched as he removed his robe, showing off his gorgeous body.
His cock stood out long and thick. She licked her lips, wanting to taste him.
Jared wrapped his fingers around the length, and she whimpered a little when she saw the pre-cum leaking out of the tip.
“I’m always like this when I’m around you. Having your office close to mine has been a torture, especially when you bend over. Sexiest ass I’ve ever seen.”
She smiled. “I’m going to have to do that more often. Tease you, tempt you, make you want me even more.”
“I always do.”
He knelt on the bed, and moved between her thighs so that his face was directly above her pussy. She released a little gasp as his breath fanned across her naked flesh. She’d been waxing her pussy for as long as she could remember after she’d read about it in a magazine.
“Close your eyes, and enjoy, Freya. I’ll let you watch one day, but right now, this is about you.”
She closed her eyes, and he licked her clit, circling the bud. His fingers held her pussy open, and he slid down, going toward her entrance but never staying there. He licked back up, paying more attention to her clit, sucking on the bud. When she thought he was going to use his teeth and create a pain that she wasn’t going to enjoy, she’d tense up. He stopped, and used either his finger, thumb, or tongue to heighten her arousal.
Never had she felt anything so amazing before. The pleasure was instant, consuming, making her burn hotter than ever before. The climb to the peak shocked, delighted her, and kept her at the edge. She grasped the blankets beneath her, hoping to make some sense of what was happening to her, but nothing made any sense, not to her.
“Jared?” She yelled his name.
“Come for me, Freya. Come over my face.”
It was like she had no choice but to submit to his orders. She came long and hard, coming over his face, wanting it again and again. Only the pleasure was too much, and she begged him to stop.
The orgasm had just been the beginning. Now she wanted him, and she had a feeling that once she let him in completely, there wouldn’t be any turning back.
****
Freya tasted so damn good. Jared didn’t want to stop, but she’d begged him to, and right now, she wasn’t ready for the multiple orgasms he wanted to give her. Kissing his way up her body, he took possession of her lips, relishing her little moan.
She was finally all his.
“I knew your lips were good for something other than talking,” she said, with a wicked glint in her eye.
“I can make you wet even with talking.”
“You can?”
“Yeah. I’m a talented man.” He flicked her nipple with his tongue, sucking the hard bud into his mouth before doing the same to her other. “After I take your pussy, and you get used to my cock inside you, I’m going to have you riding me, and I’m going to want to watch you in the mirror. I want to see your ass spread wide and see my cock fucking your tight cunt. One day you’ll let me have your ass, and I will own every single part of you, Freya. I’ll make you burn unlike anyone else you’ve ever known.”
She whimpered. “I was wrong. Your mouth is even deadlier than I gave it credit for.”
“You like it, baby. You want me to tell you what I want to do to you.” He pressed her tits together. “How I want to fuck these tits? To watch as you lick the tip of my dick as I fuck them. Or how I’ve imagined your mouth on my cock, taking me deep. I’ve seen the way you go for a lollipop. I want that so fucking bad. I want you to take you in every single room of this house, and do it all over again. Every single desire you have, I want to know about it. There’s nothing you can’t want because I will give it all to you.”
He bit the side of her breast, and then took her lips once again.
“How about right now, you fuck me, Jared, and make me truly yours?”
She wasn’t so bad with her words either.
Jared reached between them, holding his cock. Placing the tip at her entrance, he stared back into her eyes, and took her cherry as he thrust deep within her. Her virginity broke, and she let out a cry, which he hated. He didn’t want to fucking hurt her. Once he was seated inside her to the hilt, he wrapped his arms around her.
Kissing her through the pain, he felt her pussy clutching him as well as her nails sinking into the flesh of his arms.
“It’s over. You’re now mine.” He pushed her hair back from her face, and marveled at the woman in his arms. She was everything he’d ever wanted, and he’d waited. For a short while their age gap had bothered him, but now, it no longer did. She was fire and ice and everything in between, his own personal hellcat that he had no problem taking the scratches from.
He wanted every part of her.
She gave a little wriggle. “Is that it?” she asked.
Jared smiled. “Not even close.” Taking hold of her hands, he pressed them above her head, pulling out of her tight heat. She glanced down at them, and when she made to thrust up against him, he slammed every single inch inside her.
She gasped, moaning, and he waited to see if there was any pain. When she showed no signs of being in pain, he began to fuck her, thrusting in and out of her pussy watching as her tits bounced with every single thrust.
She lifted up to meet him as they both took what they wanted.
“How does that feel, baby?”
“It feels … so good. Please don’t stop.” She panted between each word.
He’d not been with another woman in a long time, well over three years, because he’d made the decision to have Freya. All he’d had to amuse himself was the pleasure his own hand could provide. Gripping her hips, he pounded inside her, and like a horny teenager, he came quickly, filling her virgin cunt with his seed.
Something primal hit him that Freya now belonged to him. All he wanted to do in that moment was to fill her with his child, and to have her barefoot and pregnant.
As he collapsed over her, Freya wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.
“That was amazing. I want to do it again. Can we do it again?” she asked.
He laughed. “We can. You’ve just got to give me a couple of minutes to recover.” So he didn’t squash her, he moved to the side of her, giving her room to breathe. He cupped on
e of her tits, teasing the nipple as he looked into her eyes.
They were so wide, and so full of wonder.
“Are you sore?”
She shook her head. “No. I’m not sore.” She reached out, teasing his hair. “I had no idea it was like that.”
“It will get better. I didn’t last that long.” He slid his hand up to cup her cheek. “You are irresistible.” He kissed her lips again.
She took his hand, locking their fingers together.
“You know we’re going to have to tell your dad about us.”
She groaned. “Not yet, please, I don’t want to tell him. He’ll ruin this.”
“We can’t keep him in the dark forever.”
“I know. Are you afraid of him or how he’ll react?”
“Not on your life. I’m not worried about him. He’s going to be pissed though.”
She snorted. “I’ve also got to tell my mom.” She bit her lip, and he saw she looked nervous.
“What’s up?” he asked, knowing something was bothering her.
“Oh, you know. The thought of my mom knowing about us. It’s going to suck. She’ll have something to say, she always does. I don’t know what my dad would say. Right now, can we just be us? Is that okay?”
“More than okay.” He was happy for them both to stay in their protective bubble. They’d tell her parents soon, and until then, she belonged completely to him.
Chapter Eight
Freya stared down at Jared as she took his cock deeper inside her. It had been a week since he’d taken her virginity. A week’s worth of experimenting. She couldn’t get enough of him, and even when she was sore, she wanted him again.
Her need for him never diminished. It only got stronger as the hours ticked by. Working was out of the question half the time. She couldn’t focus, and in her personal sketchbook, she’d begun to draw them naked in a variety of positions. It wasn’t tasteless either. Her artwork came from her soul. Every piece had to be perfect, and it took her hours. Some of them weren’t even complete, and never would be.
He consumed her entire life, and made her love him even more. During the days at work, she found herself dropping items on the floor, and making sure to position her ass so that he had the perfect view. By the time they got home, he’d ravish her, and she loved his attention, relished it even.
Jared grasped her hips and lifted her up, taking over as he slammed her back down on his cock. She looked down at where they were joined, and moaned as his slick cock kept sliding inside her.
Like porn, she loved to watch them like this. Where his thick cock took her, thrusting in deep, only to pull out so only the tip was there, his thick vein at the side prominent before he moved back within her. Sex was an art form. It was beautiful, dirty, everything in between. He released her hip and pressed his fingers against her clit.
“I want to watch you come all over my cock, baby. Show me how much you love my cock inside you.”
She sat up, running her hands over her body, touching her breasts. Her head was thrown back as the pleasure raced up her spine, entering every single nerve ending she possessed.
Thrusting up and down his cock, she felt the build, that blissful ride as her orgasm descended on her.
“Come on, Freya. Come all over my cock.”
His touch sent her over the edge. Screaming his name, she rode her orgasm at the same time taking his cock deep within her. With him inside her, it prolonged her pleasure, and she felt like she was trying to milk him for his cum.
Even before her orgasm ended, Jared took her hips once again, taking over, showing her how to ride his cock, going deeper than ever before.
“I love watching those fucking tits bounce. You’re all mine, Freya, all mine.”
There was so much she loved about him, and the biggest thing on her list was his possession. When they were in an elevator, he’d place a hand on her back, or take her hand. Each little action was a demonstration of ownership.
Other women may be put off by this. Not her. She wanted it, craved it. His touch set a fire within her body that only he could put out.
As he held her hips, fucking her down onto him, she teased her clit, drawing her to a second orgasm just as he came as well.
Their release was explosive, and this time, she was milking him for his cum, feeling as he filled her up.
They hadn’t talked about the future, and it was probably stupid of her not to talk about protection. He was clean, and so was she.
Collapsing on his chest, she smiled as his arms wrapped around her, but he made no move to pull away.
“It keeps getting better and better,” she said.
He chuckled. “We’re perfect together. Could you even doubt it?”
She shook her head. “I love being here. In your arms, loving you.” She glanced up at him, and pressed a kiss to his cheeks.
“You admit to loving me?” he asked.
“You doubted it?”
He shook his head. “No. I knew you had feelings for me. You’re just stubborn.”
“You know not every girl gets to date her crush.”
This made him laugh. “So now you’re admitting to having a crush.”
She crossed her arms on his chest, resting her chin on them as she smiled. “Yes, I did. I don’t know what it was about you. You weren’t in any movies, and you had a really boring life, but I found you utterly fascinating. I’d clip out newspaper headings, or when I’d see you in magazines. Most girls were reading fashion magazines or something. I was reading the ones that you were in. Business, advertising, and stuff like that.”
This made him chuckle. “I never had any idea. Well, I knew you had a crush. Your eyes always gave you away. I was tempted to keep my distance, but I had watched what had happened to you. Your father. Your mother. All of them had pushed you away in some way. I’ll never do that.”
She let out a breath. “Mom was always judging me. She told me that no man wants a pathetic teenage girl panting after them.”
“I know you love your mom, and at times she can be nice, but she has a mean bitch streak.”
If anyone else had said anything about her mom, besides Sophia, she’d have screamed at them. With Jared, this was her private space where she could be herself, and not have to worry about a thing.
“There are times I’m scared,” she said.
“Of what?”
“That this is all a dream and I’m going to wake up.”
“Then I don’t want to wake up either,” Jared said. “This isn’t a dream. Not even close. We’re here together.” He patted her arm. “There’s something I’ve been wanting to show you, but I’ve not gotten around to it yet. I think now is the perfect time. I’ve seen you in your art books.”
He moved out of her, and went to the bathroom, coming back with a towel. After they cleaned up because his cum spilled out of her pussy, he took her hand, and they left his room, going downstairs. They were both naked, but she didn’t mind. She loved being with him.
“Are you taking me to a kinky playroom?” she asked.
Jared laughed. “No, but I can have one built if you’d like it.”
She shook her head, feeling her cheeks heat.
At the back of his office, she had noticed another door. When she’d walked in his garden, she’d seen a room that was completely blank. All it had was floor-to-ceiling windows, and so much light it was incredible.
“I know this isn’t some great gesture, but this is for you.” He opened the door. “Your very own art room.”
“This is for me?”
“All of it. Your very own room to do with as you wish. You don’t need to keep scribbling in small books if you want to work on a project. I want you to do what makes you happy.”
The room was bare, and it was warm from the summer heat. “I love it.” She moved toward him, wrapping her arms around his neck.
“I was saving it for a special occasion, but every second with you is special to me.”
“You�
��re going to make me cry with all that sweet talk.” She pressed her lips to his, knowing that it was going to break her heart if for whatever reason he left her.
****
Jared sat in a meeting, and hated the time it was taking for this to come to a close. He was bored, tired, and all he wanted to do was get home to his woman. It was a Saturday, and too much time had already passed since he’d been with her.
There had been a dispute with a client over the handling of their advertisement for a product. Now, Jared knew this person had a long history of pissing off advertisers. They started out giving the project to someone else, only for them to come back after it was complete, and demanding changes.
It was a headache, and he’d wished he hadn’t taken the project on. The line was for some kind of lipstick. The advertisement was perfect, faultless. Freya had worked on the artwork associated with the flyers, magazines, and such.
Sales for the product had tripled, but now they wanted changes, and he wasn’t a man to pander to any market.
Tapping his fingers on the desk, he listened to the conversation from his people, then her people, and then he stood up.
“If you’re not impressed with the way your product has been handled, that’s fine. In the contract that you signed, you gave over all rights to intervene. There was a thirty-day cooling off period, which you didn’t take. If you want changes made, that’s fine. All of our advertisement will cease, and we will not only fine you for the work done, but also harassment as I do not deal with threats. Good day.”
He buttoned his jacket and left the conference without a backward glance. Freya promised him she’d be in her art studio, naked, and if at any time he wanted some company, he was just to give her a call, or to come home. He intended to come home and spend some time with his woman.
The weekends were meant to be theirs, and just recently, he’d spent more time at the office.
He was about to enter his office, when he paused.
Freya’s father, William, stood in his office.
“When did he arrive?” he asked, looking toward his PA.
“About ten minutes ago, sir. I told him you were busy, and it was best to make an appointment. He said you wouldn’t mind him waiting in your office.”
