“Huh. I get the feeling what they want and what you want are two different things.”
He had no idea. “Doesn’t matter what I want.”
“Yes, it does. Your grandparents would understand. They would want you to be happy.”
“Again, I know. They’d be really sweet about it. But they’d also be disappointed. I can’t do that to them. I just have to suck it up and put my big-girl panties on.”
He chuckled. “I like your panties just fine.”
I slapped at his arm, and he leaned over and kissed my cheek. We ate in silence for a bit. But there was one more thing I needed to say.
“Back to what we were talking about before I did my school confessional, I’m worried about causing trouble for you and Addy, or your Uncle Charlie, if anyone finds out. But then, part of me needs to see this through, whatever this is. It’s selfish. You were right about the caring part of me. I can’t just turn that off. And I care about all of you. So you’re going to have to be the one to end it. And we can still be friends. Though, it’s going to be tough for me to keep my hands off you.”
He was throwing away the trash as I gathered up the dishes we’d used and put them in the sink.
“When I signed the contract, I agreed to the risk,” he said. “But you aren’t the only one who is selfish. I can’t keep my eyes or my hands off you, either.” I was rinsing off the dishes to put in the dishwasher when he wrapped his hands around my exposed belly. “Been working my ass off all day and I’m tired as hell, and still I’m hard as rock for you.”
I pushed myself against him and warmth spread through me. It was a powerful feeling that I could make him like this.
That his body wanted me.
He let go and popped me on the ass. It was light and didn’t hurt, but I had to give him a tough time, more because he’d backed away than anything else. I swatted him with a dishtowel. “Hey. No hitting.”
“Oh, babe. When I really spank you, you’re going to love it.”
Holy hell. My panties were already wet. I’d always thought that stuff was sort of dumb. I mean, why would anyone like pain when pleasure was so much more fun? But the idea of Cole’s hand on my ass…well, it did bad, bad things to me in a very good way.
“But first, I’m going to help you with your homework.”
“Le sigh.”
“Come on. I’m going to rock your world with numbers.
I snorted. “I’d rather the other kind of rockin’. But whatever.”
“Oh, that will happen, but anticipation is a good thing.”
An hour later, I jumped up off the couch, needing to stretch my legs. We were in the living area. There was a flat screen and some worn leather couches that seemed great for Sunday naps. True to his word, Cole had helped me through some of the tougher problems. Now he was checking over my last few answers.
I was curious about the bookshelves on either side of the television. There were classics mixed with bestsellers and horror novels. I picked up a Thomas Hardy novel. “Are these books yours or Charlie’s?”
“The westerns and some of the classics are my uncle’s. The one you’re holding is mine.”
“You’re like some kind of renaissance guy. You know business stuff, you’re good with animals, and you’re also well-read. I haven’t known you very long, but I’m impressed by you. Besides, you have a really nice cock.” That last part just fell out of my mouth. But dammit, I’d spent an hour next to half-naked Cole knowing he had a hard-on for me.
I mean, how much was a girl supposed to take?
That crooked smile of his nearly did me in. It definitely did things that dampened my panties.
“You know I’m not good for you, right? I can’t ever be the sort of guy your grandparents would want you to date.”
I shrugged and rolled my eyes. “It’s just sex. I know. I know. Let’s get on with it.”
He laughed out loud and set my laptop on the coffee table. “You better come save your homework.”
I did, and then I bent over, my ass in his face, and made a show of shutting the laptop.
“I’m a bit rough. You deserve someone who is gentle, and I’m not sure I can be that guy.” His hand ran up the inside of my thigh, and my body trembled.
One touch and I was goner.
Oh, hell yeah. More please.
“I don’t need gentle. I like what we’ve done so far. If gentle means less than that, I’m not really interested. I want more.”
He grunted. “I’m going on record as saying you might be better off with one of those country club boys you’re so fond of.”
I punched his arm. “That’s just mean. You know those guys are a bunch of boring asses. Why would you want to pawn me off on someone who probably doesn’t have a clue about sex other than getting himself off?”
“You didn’t seem to mind the one who took you to a concert on his private jet.”
“That one is a friend. I could have fucked my way through half the country club, but until I met you, there was no one I desired in that way. No one who made my panties wet or my breath catch. I tried to have sex with pencil dick, but did I mention the part where he came about three seconds after he entered me? That’s why it hurt a little that first time with you. I think I was technically still kind of a virgin.”
He pulled me on top of him, my hands against his chest, my legs straddling his thighs.
“No one has ever made me wake up so hot and bothered that I had to get myself off in the shower,” I said. “I woke up wanting you. That’s never happened.”
He emitted a sound that was suspiciously growl-like, and then I was in his arms, his lips pressed against mine. He slipped his hand to my ass.
Yep. This is what I desired. I gave in to the sensation of his fingers squeezing me tightly. He trailed his lips down my throat and brought one of his hands up to untie my shirt and push my bra down. Teeth nipped at the bud, and my sex contracted. I hissed.
“That what you want, baby?”
It was impossible to form words, so I moaned.
He slid his hand down inside my shorts and rubbed against my sex.
“Yes,” I begged.
“Yes what? Make you come?”
“Please. Please.”
He pumped his fingers inside me, rubbing against that inner wall so hard it took only seconds for the muscles around his fingers to squeeze and the euphoria of orgasm to pulse through my body. It was as if I were coming apart, and his hands owned my body. I rode his fingers, and he sucked even harder on my nipple, the mix of pleasure and pain sending my body over the edge into a quivering pile of satisfaction.
Then his mouth was on mine, sucking in my moans.
“So responsive. That took less than a minute,” he whispered in my ear.
“I can’t even it do it that fast for myself.” I leaned my forehead against his.
He turned his head and kissed my jaw. “Now that’s something I want to see. You, making yourself come.”
Any other time, just thinking about someone watching me do that would be embarrassing as hell. But this was Cole, and it was fucking hot.
“I bet I could make you come that fast,” I said, boldly offering a challenge. My hand was still trembling from orgasm, but I made quick work of the buttons on his jeans. “Let me try.”
“I want to fuck you,” he growled. His big hand stilled mine as I wrapped it around him.
“Later,” I said. “I want to suck your cock.” I wasn’t sure it was possible, but he grew even larger under my hand. “Unless you think you can’t handle it.”
His mouth tugged up at the corner, but he let go of my hand.
I’d never done this before, but I wanted to see him lose control. He was wound so tight and was so controlled. I wanted to know what it was like to make him come apart like I did every time he touched me. And we’d shared medical records. We were both clean, and I really had to do this. I was wet just thinking about it.
He was commando, and his cock sprung out, long
and so thick. Nerves hit again. I’d read a lot and even seen a few movies. Heard stories from Bethany. But how the hell was I supposed to get enough of him in my mouth to bring him pleasure?
Shit.
He shoved off his pants and sat naked on his couch, the challenge clear in his eyes.
“Fine,” I admitted. “I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, but I want to try. The idea of sucking you off makes me want to come just thinking it.”
He sucked in a breath. “Baby, you can do whatever you want to my cock.”
Permission granted. I slid down between his legs. Taking him in my hand, I stroked up and down. A tiny pearl formed at the tip, and I licked it off. Salty. Bethany had told me that it depended on the guy’s diet. That sometimes it even tasted good. I wouldn’t go that far, but it wasn’t bad.
His groan was the only incentive I needed. I sucked the tip and then pulled more of him in. Leaving my hand at his base, I pumped him while I took him as far down my throat as I could. The fullness was almost too much, but when I sucked really hard, his body bowed.
“Fuck, yes!”
Making him lose it like that was some heady shit. I moved my mouth up and down his shaft, my hand keeping time with my mouth. I glanced up and there was a look in his eyes I couldn’t even explain—possession, as if he wanted to own me in that moment. And I’d thought I was the one owning him.
His hand landed on the back of my head, not with pressure, but as if he needed something to hold on to, as if he were coming untethered.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Do it.”
I didn’t know if I was coordinated enough to keep it all going. But my fingers found my clit, and soon the rhythm of my fingers matched what was happening with my mouth on his cock.
My groans vibrated around him as I came apart yet again.
He still hadn’t come, fucking control freak.
“Come here,” he said as he gently pulled me off his cock. He sat forward and lifted me to a standing position. After shoving my shorts and thong to the ground, he motioned for me to lose the top and bra.
I stood before him naked and vulnerable, and yet I felt safe. That look in his eyes was appreciative. And then his mouth was on my clit, and it was my turn to bow back. My knees shook. He worked me with that powerful tongue of his, and then he sucked in the hard bud between my legs, and I almost fucking lost it. Almost.
He pulled away just before I was there.
I glared at him. But he gave me that slow smile. “Punishment.”
I chuckled. “You’re an evil bastard.”
“Yep. Add selfish bastard. I want you to come around my cock. Ride me,” the cowboy ordered.
I smiled as I straddled him. He grabbed his stiff-as-a-board cock and positioned it at my entrance. Even though I was more than ready, I hissed a bit sliding down his length. He caught my hipbones and forced me to stop.
“Does it hurt? There are other ways.” The words came out strained. He was barely holding on.
“No fucking way. I want this. Now,” I begged.
“Whatever my princess wants.”
I should have been mad about the princess comment, but he’d called me his. And that was the biggest fucking turn on of all. His. I was. Branded by him. Day two of fucking him and I was lost.
My muscles contracted and adjusted around him, and this time he hissed.
I gave him an evil smile. “Let’s see how long you can hold on with me fucking you with my tight little pussy.” I felt bold and dirty, loving this power I had over him. Thank, God, Bethany had made me get on the pill so I could feel him like this.
He threw his head back and shoved himself into me. It hurt, but so good. I braced my hands on his shoulders and bobbed up and down on his cock. He sucked the nipple he’d skipped earlier, and my sex constricted around him.
Shit. I was going to come again. But I refused to give in again before he did.
Pulling myself from his mouth, I leaned back on his thighs, giving him more room to pound me.
One of his hands held my ass so I didn’t fall off, the other hand found my clit.
“Fuck, babe, you’re so fucking hot. I’m going to lose my load.”
I moaned and rode him faster.
“Fucking coming,” he groaned. And then he rubbed faster on my clit, and I lost it.
He gathered me into his arms, holding me to him, my body shivering and quaking.
“I’ve got you.” It was if he knew I had to come back down to earth and needed a soft place to land.
And in that moment, he had my heart.
There wasn’t damn thing I could do about it.
…
Holy fuck, I was in trouble. Princess was fucking hot. The way she’d sucked my cock—that look in her eyes would be burned in my brain for life. Even now, I was hard inside of her, and I’d just come. With her, I was insatiable.
Any thought of maybe canceling the contract had disappeared the moment her mouth had settled on my cock. If that made me a selfish bastard, so be it. But I’d take advantage of whatever this was between us—for one month.
I stroked her hair. She shivered, and even though it was nearing a hundred outside, I wrapped the blanket on the end of the couch around her. Then I scooped her up, carried her back to the bathroom, cleaned her up, and put her in my bed. I liked her there.
But she was quiet.
“You okay?”
Biting her lip, she glanced up at me. Every time she did that I wanted to suck that lip out of her mouth and claim it, but I had a feeling she was upset or worried about something. I kept having to remind myself she was new to fucking.
I lay beside her and pulled her head onto my chest. Damn, she felt good. “Tell me. If it’s too much, too fast, we can slow down.” That was the last fucking thing I wanted. There were a thousand ways to fuck her, and I planned to do it all—have her every way I could over the next thirty days.
“I’m fine. Maybe a little sore, but in a good way. I…”
“What?”
“It’s a dumb kind of newbie question. And I have no reference point really, other than that one time, so you’re like the expert, but it seems weird to ask.”
What the hell was she talking about? “You can ask me anything.”
“Is it always…so intense? I mean, you’ve had lots of sex. Is it like that with other people?”
“No.” The word came out of my mouth before I even had a chance to think about it. “I mean, truth is, no. This is something a little more, what was the word you used? Intense. I don’t think I’ve ever come as hard as I just did. That’s what you do to me, Princess.”
She smiled, and it did weird things to my innards. It twisted them and tugged at my heart a bit. Must have been all the exercise. Or maybe I was hungry.
“I’m glad,” she said. “I hate that I’m so inexperienced. I keep thinking about all the women you… It’s my insecurities. It’s dumb. Never mind.”
She glanced away then.
“Hey.” I lifted her chin and kissed her. I didn’t want her going there. Yeah, I’d fucked a lot of women, but I hadn’t lied. It’d never been like this. Strange that this girl who had everything could be so insecure.
“Don’t overthink things. This—you and me—it’s good. Really, really good. Don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re kind of a natural. Remember the part where I said I’ve never come so fast or hard? Truth.”
Her mouth ticked up on the right side. “I like that I can do that to you,” she said. “It made me feel pretty powerful.”
There it was. She did have a certain power over me. I didn’t like it one fucking bit.
I shouldn’t have broken my fucking rule. One time and done.
Right. Like that would have ever worked with her. I couldn’t fucking get enough.
“How sore are you?” I said, pressing my cock against her thigh.
Her eyes popped wide. “Already? I thought it took like an hour for guys to, uh, well, you know.”
I
chuckled. “Not with you, babe.”
I moved down her body and slid my tongue across her sex.
Her body jerked. I kissed that tiny nub and then licked again.
She hissed, but then she grabbed my hair. I kissed and suckled her until she was bucking beneath my mouth.
“Cole,” she screamed.
I smiled against her sex, but my cock was a raging hard-on that wouldn’t be denied.
“Can’t fuck you again, babe, you’re too sore. But I want to try something. You up for it?”
Her eyes were glazed over, but she nodded. I moved so that I was sitting over her flat belly, but up on my knees.
I grabbed hold of my cock and pumped a few times. “I want to fuck your tits. Been thinking about them since you fell into my arms that night and I accidentally copped a feel.”
“You were so hard,” she said, her voice breathy and soft.
“You have no idea.”
She grinned. “I meant your chest and abs. It was all I could do not shove my hands up under your shirt and pet these.” She raked her fingernails down my abs and my cock grew harder.
I was about to blow my wad.
She’d been attracted to me then. I’d thought she’d been a snooty little bitch who was too busy texting to notice one of the servants.
She slid her hands lower and stroked me. It was too light. I squeezed her hand to show her the amount of pressure. She bit her lip and made a little sound, as if holding me like this brought her joy. God, I could eat that noise up.
I shifted so my cock was between her tits and squeezed them around it. She let go but then took the tip of me in that pink little mouth, sucking and licking.
“Hold your tits for me,” I said as I reached back and thumbed her clit. She nearly bucked me off. My little filly was so filled with fire.
My balls tightened, and with the pressure of her tits and the sucking…well, hell, it didn’t take long. “Come for me,” I ordered. I shoved two fingers into her wet slit, and she jerked hard. “Look at me when you come.”
She did. Her eyes were a half-mast haze of need. I pumped her two more times with my fingers and her body convulsed. She still held my cock with her tits, and I spewed hot come all over her chin and chest.
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