by Madison Faye
“Just for you,” I whisper.
“Only for me.”
I nod, swallowing thickly. My eyes go wide as I watch his hands move to his lap. Slowly, he unzips, and I’m not even blinking as I watch him reach inside and the pull his massive cock out.
God, he’s so hard.
He wraps his hand around it, making it twitch as he moves his fingers up and down. He strokes it, and white cum leaks out of the head and runs down the shaft to his big, heavy balls.
I whimper, rubbing my clit and gasping as my eyes lock onto his cock.
“Turn over,” he purrs.
I drag my eyes up to his, not sure what he means.
“On your knees, Princess,” he says softly but firmly, his hand stroking his big, pulsing dick. “On your knees so I can see that sexy little ass of yours.”
I swallow, panting as I do what he says. I turn away from him and move onto my knees in the passenger seat. I reach back and pull the skirt up again, bunching it around my waist and feeling the heat flood through my face as I feel his eyes drink on me. I know he can see my sticky, soaking wet black thong, pulled tight against my little pussy and splitting the globes of my ass.
I gasp when I feel his hands on me, skimming up the backs of my thighs until his fingers find my panties. He tugs them, slipping them down and pulling them from my body until they’re mid-thigh.
“Keep touching your pussy for me, angel,” he growls, his voice edged and tight. I do, panting. And when I hear him groan, and hear his own breath catch, I know he’s stroking himself again — so hard and so wound up from me.
My fingers slip through my slippery pussy lips, feeling the sticky wetness of us from earlier and my pulse racing as I shamelessly slip a finger inside. I groan, easing the finger in and out while my thumb rubs my clit. Christian leans close, and I gasp as I feel his breath on the back of my thighs. I don’t know what he’s doing until he starts to run his lips over my skin. He teases me, making me gasp as I play with my clit.
He moves in, moving higher and kissing one cheek then the other, repeating this and centering until with a sharp cry, I feel his tongue swirl over my asshole.
I start to pull away, but he holds me fast, one hand gripping my panties, and the other wrapping my hair in his fist.
“Stay just like that,” he growls in this dark, rough, demanding way that has my core tightening.
“Stay just like that and play with that naughty little cunt while I kiss this tight little ass of yours.”
His mouth moves against me again, and I cry out as I feel his wicked tongue drag over my asshole. Lightning buzzes through me, and besides how filthy it is, and how much it makes me feel like such a bad girl, the feeling of his tongue on my most private place electrifies me.
It feels incredible.
I moan, fingers rolling over my clit as Christian’s powerful hands hold me by the panties and my hair and his tongue swirls over my ass. He moves faster, pushing his tongue harder into me until I can feel it slowly start to pry me open. I lose it, whimpering and crying out and clawing at the side window as he starts to tongue-fuck my ass while my fingers blur over my clit. He growls,one hand pulls my panties tight around my legs and he wraps my hair tightly in his other fist. The dominance he has over me sends me crashing over the edge, and submitting to this gorgeous, powerful, demanding man has me losing hold of all of it.
I scream loudly in his car as the orgasm crashes through me, his tongue pushing deep inside and his fist tightening in my hair enough to send a pulse right to my pussy. I gasp for air, my whole body shaking as I arch my back and press back into him, wanting all of it and wanting more as the climax leaves me panting.
Suddenly, another car pulls into the parking lot at the far end. I gasp, jumping like I’ve just been touched with a live wire and whirling to face it. Christian glares at the other car, his jaw tight. I slip over in my seat, yanking my panties back up and smoothing my skirt down. My cheeks burn bright red, and I can barely get my heart to slow enough to breathe.
The car comes to a stop well away from us, and we watch in silence as bunch of college kids get out, tossing a football between them as they head into the park.
“We should go,” Christian growls. He turns to me, and when those eyes pierce right into me, I melt. He grins, his hand moving to my knee and holding it possessively as he starts the car up and pulls us out of the lot.
“Paul and Carrie aren’t home.”
The words leave my mouth before I can stop them, and instantly, I feel foolish. I mean, it’s light out. It’s the afternoon. The neighborhood is teeming with people. I cringe, and quickly go for the handle to the car door, when his hand on mine stops me.
“Stop.”
I swallow, taking a heavy breath.
“Look at me, Princess.”
I bite my bottom lip between my teeth as I turn and face him. His eyes are full of something fierce, and they hold me firmly in their gaze as his hand takes mine.
“Not like this,” he says quietly.
“Why not?” I breathe.
“Because I won’t leave your house,” he says with a smile, and before I can say a thing, he pulls me close and kisses me. I moan into his lips, losing myself in the kiss and in him as the world spins around me.
“I won’t leave, and then people will really talk,” he says with a small chuckle.
“I don’t care about them,” I say breathlessly, falling back into his lips. He kisses me again, pulling me tight into his arms before pulling away.
“I don’t give a shit about them either, but right now, it’s just me dropping a student off after school. When I park my car in your driveway and disappear into your house for hours while I spend the rest of the evening running my tongue over every inch of you before claiming you as mine, people might start to talk.”
I blush, and he winks. “I wouldn’t mind hanging onto my job for longer than two months. And I wouldn’t mind the people of West Haven not stringing me up from a tree.”
I laugh. “They wouldn’t. They’re too pussy to do that.”
He chuckles and pulls me close, kissing me again.
“How do you normally get to school in the morning.”
I shrug. “The bus? Or walk?”
He shakes his head. “Tomorrow, you’re being chauffeured.”
I bite my lip, blushing. “I’d like that.”
A lot.
Christian nods, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Today isn’t the end, Princess,” he says quietly, his hand holding mine tight. “Trust me when I say it’s just the beginning.”
He kisses me once more, and this time, it's so hard and fierce and passionate that it leaves me breathless and panting for more when he finally pulls away from my bruised lips.
“I get to school earlier than you,” he growls softly. “So be ready early.”
I nod, my whole body still tingling as I turn and start to open the car door.
“Wait.”
His deep, commanding voice sends a teasing shock through me, instantly sending my pulse racing and my body shivering as I turn back.
“Take your panties off,” he purrs.
My brows go up, but his gaze just deepens, his eyes blazing into mine.
“Take. Them. Off,” he growls with even more demand in his voice. I can feel myself gasp quietly as I nod, my whole body tingling as I do as I’m told. I reach under my skirt and pull my soaked, sticky black thong down my legs, slipping it off one and then the second ankle before crumpling them in my hands. I chew on my lip, feeling even dirtier now, sitting in this older man’s car with my bare pussy resting right on his leather seats.
Christian holds out his hand, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Give them to me.”
I gasp quietly, my thighs squeezing together. And I’m still so damn wet that I’m sure I’m leaving a dirty little wet mark on his car seat. Slowly though, I nod, and I give him what he asks for. Christian’s jaw goes tight as his fist closes around
my lacy black thong. He growls under his breath as he brings them to his face, and I watch with wide eyes and the blood pounding in my ears as he inhales deeply.
“Fuck, baby girl,” he groans, his whole body tensing and his eyes flashing fire. “Your bratty, tasty little pussy is the only thing I ever want to smell, forever.”
The flush teases across every single inch and through every little corner of my body, until my skin is tingling, my ears are ringing, and the leather seat under me is slick with my need for him.
“These are mine now,” Christian growls, his fingers tightening around my panties. “Just like every single inch of that smooth, sweet baby pussy of yours will be mine. Just like that tight, naughty little asshole of yours is going to be mine.”
I bite my lip, my breath tight in my throat as the pure need for this dominant, filthy, gorgeous older man threatens to tear me apart.
“Until tomorrow, Ms. Kensington,” he purrs, a teasing smile on his wicked lips.
“Oh, and Tempest?”
I pause, shivering at my name from his lips.
“I want you to touch your hungry little pussy tonight. I want you to feel how wet it is for me. I want you to know just how eager it is for me to lick, and taste, and for me to claim as my own when I stretch it wide with my cock.”
I whimper, loudly.
“But Princess?” He smiles wickedly, his brow arching in this gorgeous way that has me melting for him.
“Don’t you dare come. I want you to touch yourself until you can’t even take it anymore, but then I want you to wait. I want your pussy dripping for me tomorrow morning. Because from now on,” he groans, leaning close and cupping my jaw in his hand. He leans in, and when he kisses me like he owns my lips, I know I’m lost.
“From now on, only I make you come. Do you understand?”
I can barely pant out a “yes sir” as his filthy words turn me into a puddle on his car seat.
“Good girl.”
8
Christian
She’s waiting on the back porch of her house when I pull into her driveway the next morning. I groan to myself, my cock throbbing in my dress pants as I watch inappropriate, barely-legal temptation personified hop down the steps and skip over to my car. The knee-high socks. The pleated, tartan skirt, the white blouse. And Christ, she’s got her long blonde hair braided into goddamn pigtails.
“Hi!”
She’s grinning and fresh-faced and bubbly when she slides into the passenger seat. I can feel my blood roaring as I take her in, watching as she closes the door and reaches for her seatbelt, all the while just chatting away to me about something she read the night before about weather patterns.
And I’m fucking lost.
It’s not that she’s so young, and untouched, and unclaimed — though, that alone gets my cock fucking rock hard. It’s not just that she marches to the beat of her own drummer and is clearly above what anyone in this damn town thinks of her, though that gets my heart soaring higher than I’ve ever felt it.
It’s the whole damn package deal. It’s that something about her fucking clicks with me. Something about her smashes right through my bullshit and grabs me by the heart and won’t let go.
Tempest. My perfect fucking storm.
She looks up after a full two minutes of talking, and suddenly goes quiet as she catches me staring at her.
“Oh, God, sorry.” She makes a face, her cheeks red. “I didn’t mean to just start babbling on about—”
“I’d love to hear the rest of it,” I say quietly.
She bites her lip, grinning, her big green eyes shining up at me.
“It’s just boring stuff about clouds that I was reading about last night.”
I put the Range Rover in reverse and take us out of the driveway, somehow avoiding taking out Paul and Carrie’s hedge as my eyes get stuck on her bare thighs.
“I can’t think of anything I’d rather hear about on the drive.”
She grins at me, her lips pulled back and her teeth flashing.
“Here, I…” She shrugs, almost bashfully. “I made coffee.”
She passes me a travel mug when I glance over at her, and I can’t help but grin.
I take the fucking long way to Thornbull. I drive slow, and I just take it in being with her like this. She tells me about cumulus clouds and storm fronts and all this stuff, and I’m mostly listening and taking it in, even if I’m also sneaking glances at her creamy thighs and thinking very filthy thoughts of what I’d like to do with those braided pigtails.
I realize she’s quiet after a little bit, and when I glance over, I completely catch her staring at my forearms. She looks up, realizing she’s been caught, and she blushes bright red.
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be, Princess.” I grin.
“You’ve just got…” She blushes even redder and shakes her head.
“I’m listening.”
Tempest bites her lip.
“You’ve got really sexy forearms. And I’m kind of in love with your tattoos.”
It takes the willpower of a saint not to drive us right off the road and claim her right there and then as I turn and burn my eyes right into her. I catch myself though, and jerk the wheel and my eyes back onto the road.
Tempest giggles.
“Easy there, Headmaster. A little distracted?”
I grit my teeth, shooting her a quick look.
“Maybe you shouldn’t distract the driver then.”
“Oh, am I distracting you?”
I chance another look, and this time, I groan as I see her pop one of the top buttons on her blouse. I growl, and she giggles again.
“Eyes on the road, okay?” she says softly, but I feel her move closer to me, her fingers trailing over my forearm where my shirt is rolled up, and I groan, my hand tightening on the wheel.
“Yesterday,” she says quietly, her voice breathy. “When we stopped at that park, you didn’t…”
She trails off, licking her lips.
“I didn’t what?”
She blushes.
“You didn’t come.”
My cock lurches at her words, tenting the front of my dress pants. I can feel my cum boiling in my balls, and even though I keep one hand on the wheel and my eyes on the road, I move the other hand right to her knee. I growl as I feel her soft, supple, smooth skin, and when her breath catches softly, it’s another battle not to stop the car and take her virginity right here in the car in the middle of the fucking road.
“Did you, when you got home?” she whispers. Her hand slides up my arm, over my biceps. She moves it down, over my chest, moving it lower as my hand tightens on her knee.
“Anyone tell you that you’re a forward girl?”
“Once or twice.”
I turn, my eyes burning into her and my cock threatening to tear through my pants.
“No, I didn’t.”
And I didn’t. I came damn close, just thinking about my gorgeous, tempting little angel. I stroked my cock until I was near boiling point, thinking of her bent over in front of me and spreading her little ass for me, or bouncing up and down on my big cock as her moans filled my ears and her sweet cum dripped from my balls.
But, I’d held off.
“I’m sorry,” she says quietly. “You must be ready for some release.”
I groan.
“Careful,” I growl out.
“Of what?” she says innocently.
“Of teasing me.”
“Or?”
“Or I might stop this car right here in the middle of Main Street, tear your panties off, and fuck that sweet little pussy you until it takes every drop of my cum.”
Her face goes bright red, and something hungry flashes across it.
“Eyes on the road, sir,” she whispers breathlessly, her voice husky.
Her hand drops to my cock, and I groan. My hands tighten on the wheel and her bare thigh as I feel those delicate little fingers explore me, stroking me through my pants and t
racing the outline of me before she moves to my belt. She struggles a little, but she finally gets it, popping the button and then moving to my zipper and tugging it down.
I growl as she reaches inside and wraps her little hand around my big fucking cock. And when she pulls me out, it takes every ounce of my restraint to keep my eyes on the damn road.
“Just watch the road, sir.” Her voice is hot and teasing right in my ear, and her small hand strokes my cock from base to tip as she kisses my cheek. She leans over, and when I feel that hot little mouth hovering right above my cock, I groan. Her tongue gets me first — furtively teasing the head and swirling around my glans like she’s exploring. It’s clear she’s never done this before, and that thought alone almost makes me lose it right there on her tongue.
I’ll be the first to feel this mouth. I’ll be the first to feel those soft, pouty lips stretch around my girth as she takes me inside across her tongue. I’ll be the first to pump my cum down her soft little throat as she swallows me down.
I’ll be the first, and I’ll be the fucking last.
Her mouth feels like sweet, sweet heaven — so fucking hot and warm and wet. She moans around me, her little tongue dancing on my underside making me groan as those innocent lips of her stretch wide around my girth. I move my hand under her, pushing under her shirt and bra and letting my palm cup her soft, ripe breasts. My thumb finds her nipple and rolls over it, making her moan so sweetly as she hums around my cock.
Her hand slips inside my boxers, pushing them down and pulling my swollen balls out. She whimpers as she moves lower, her tongue dragging over them before she sucks one into her mouth.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, hissing and gripping the wheel tighter as I feel her mouth slurp at my cum-filled balls. “Such a dirty little girl,” I groan. Tempest moans, pulling away and glancing up at me — her lips swollen and pink from my cock.
“I want to be your dirty girl,” she whispers, her little hand stroking my thick cock slowly. She keeps her eyes on me as she slips her tongue back out and swirls it across my balls.
“You do, do you,” I growl, dangerously holding her gaze instead of looking at the road. I glance back, realizing we’re at Thornbull and swearing under my breath.
