She’s (Still) Too Young (She’s Too Young #2)(11)

"Oh, yes." She rises up on her knees and wades toward me through the pillows, fading sunlight and diamond-shaped shadows from the above chandelier making her look like something out of a dream. Maybe she is. My most-coveted dream. "Mermaids must have heightened senses so they can hear predators approaching," she murmurs, twining her arms around my neck and swaying along with the wake rolling under the boat, eyelids drooping, mouth curved in a secret smile. "Sometimes, though … " She pushes up her tits, bringing them mere inches from my mouth, and it takes all my willpower not to lean in for a suck. "Sometimes they let the predators catch them."

Without taking my eyes off her, I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties and tug them down to her knees, turned on to an excruciating degree when she grows visibly excited, the pulse in her neck fluttering. "Why would they let themselves get caught?"

"M-maybe they like belonging to someone … just a bit on the scary side."

I have Veda flat on her back before she can blink, my hand curved around her throat. She doesn't move a muscle beneath me, but her pulse is now flying out of control, up against my palm. "Is that right?" My grip tightens. "I'm not sure the mermaids understand something. They've only seen the tip of the iceberg."

"I do … they do understand," she manages, her lips barely moving. "Show me the whole thing."

Already, I'm shaking my head. It's too soon, and there's no way she could handle how deep my infatuation runs. Plastering her name across the top of the building was only the beginning. The stubborn set to her chin tells me she isn't going to let this new desire to know everything go. Unless I distract her.

When I feel her fingers working the fly of my pants, I release her throat in favor of taking her wrists, pinning them above her head. "No."

Her forehead wrinkles. "But I want to." She strains against my hold, her delicious body arching, a feast for my eyes. "That thing we talked about earlier."

"That thing we talked about, right before you teased me and left me in pain?" I lean down and swirl my tongue around her left nipple, savoring her whimper. "Now you can't have it."

"Can't have … " Temper and a slice of panic flare in her expression. "But … I want you in my mouth, Ramsey."

Hearing her describe the act out loud makes my balls heavier than boulders. "Next time you'll take better care of my hard cock, won't you? Instead of grinding your pussy all over it, telling me you want to suck it and then skipping off like a piece of forbidden fruit headed to gym class. Won't you, Veda?"

"Yes," she sobs, writhing, tugging on her wrists to free them. "Please, I'm so hot. I'm so hot."

"No shit," I rasp, letting go of her hands so I can slide down her body, settling myself between her splayed thighs. Because while I'll sacrifice my own satisfaction to teach Veda a lesson, I'm physically incapable of doing the same with hers. "Come on, angel. Show me the pretty, young cunt that comes so easily."



       
         
       
        

Veda presses her legs together, as if she's going to resist. As if I won't pry them right open and make a meal out of her, should she even try. But before any persuasion is necessary, another boat pulls up alongside ours on the canal. It's one of the tourist barges, and this one is packed with what looks like a bachelor party, drunk men with beers in hand, staggering to the edge to get a better look at our all-glass boat. They're maintaining their distance of twenty yards, but the men are leaning over the edge, clearly trying to see inside to where we lie on the floor. A few of them hoot and shout greetings that are muffled but definitely audible.

And that's when Veda's legs fall open, her attention going back and forth between me and the packed barge of would-be spectators.

"Naughty little girl," I growl, although now my cock is fighting to be free of my pants, the moist tip pushing clear of my waistband. Whipping her panties the remaining distance down her legs, I lunge face first into smooth, wet pussy, mashing my mouth on top of her clit, dragging my lips left and right, leftrightleftright. She tastes fresh from the shower and fruity from the lotion she uses. A cheap, juvenile scent I'm too sick to replace with something more mature. "Play with your tits. Show them how much you enjoy being licked." I jam my tongue inside her and draw it out slowly, her perfect texture making me light-headed. "You are one man's slut, and your legs only open for his mouth. Show the men what I get all to myself, Veda."