She’s (Still) Too Young (She’s Too Young #2)(15)

"You don't understand," Veda says, her breath coasting over my length. "I want you to … make me." She wraps both hands around my dick and strokes, strokes, strokes with such a tight grip, I'm practically cross-eyed by the third trip up and down. "Be that man you were today when your hands were around my throat. Look at me. I love that man. I want to be what that man needs." Her voice is hypnotic as she looks up at me. "I'm the mermaid to your predator."

There's a fleeting realization that I've been taking it somewhat easier on her since she came back, whereas I took her virginity like a savage. When she came back to me on the roof of my building, I now recall her telling me she craved that animal side of me. Have I been holding back to make her more comfortable? To prove I'm the man she deserves? When what she really needs is the kind of man who would purchase an innocent girl from her father and addict her to pleasure.

A man exactly like me.

"Hold on to the backs of my thighs." My voice is quiet, but she hears the steel in it, revealed in the timid nod she gives me, her quick compliance. I grip her chin in one hand and guide my cock into her mouth with the other. "You open up now and give me what I bought and paid for."

With a half gasp, half moan, she slides her lips halfway down my swollen dick. The first time I managed to get Veda on her knees, she was grateful that I'd fished her mother's locket out of my pool just before the drain could claim it. This time, it's different. She's not hesitant or pouting because I've asked to come on her pretty, upturned face. Nor will that be happening tonight. God no. I'm too hard up for pussy after spending the entire evening with her taste on my tongue without the privilege of having been inside her body.

Her tongue laps at the underside of my cock head, her lips descending once more on a purr, sending a drilling pleasure to my sack, tightening the hanging flesh. My thigh and stomach muscles are already aching with the strain of holding back my seed, yet I can't stop myself from cupping the back of her head, holding her steady and rolling my hips, feeling my tip hit the back of her throat.

"Keep your eyes on the man who owns that mouth. Don't look away from him, or he'll have to remind you before you're ready." My fingers twist in her hair, and I'm pumping like a desperate, mating animal, when I notice a figure move in the back hallway, near the staircase that leads from downstairs. It's just a shifting in the shadows, more of a feeling than anything, but I trust the sensation of awareness crawling up my spine, twining with lust until I can't tell the two apart. I know who it is. I know by continuing with no shame, I'm crossing some kind of line, but I keep going. No, I go harder. There's no choice. The suckle of her mouth is too sweet, her stroking hands too earnest and eager to please, twisting, sliding, squeezing.

And fuck it. I'll claim her as mine in this final way. Wrong or right.

A growl rips from the pit of my stomach. "I bought a good girl, didn't I?" One hand on her head, the other on the base of my dick, I jerk myself while she sucks me off, allowing a drop of moisture to coat the tongue making me crazy. It's a struggle not to let every ounce of my need loose when she moans, her eyelids fluttering as if she loves the taste. "Want to know a secret, angel? I would have given my entire net worth for a ride of that virgin, teenage pussy. Still would. I'd do it just for the memory of seeing blood on the inside of your thighs."

Possession rages like an inferno in my veins, any measure of sanity I've managed to maintain taking a back seat to the obsession with claiming Veda. In every way. And when heat begins to build in my stomach, letting me know the end could come at any time, I know what needs to be done. What Veda is asking for without realizing and what I've been fantasizing about for weeks.



       
         
       
        

Using her hair, I draw her face away from my straining cock, loving the way she looks up at me with a wet mouth, waiting to be given instructions. But I'd rather show instead of tell, so I draw Veda to her feet and turn her around, sliding my hands down her arms and helping her brace against the back of the sofa. The hallway where the shadows shift is to her right, but based on her body language, I can tell she doesn't know we have an audience.

"Show me what I want to see," I breathe into her hair. "Show me what I'm finally going to fill up tonight."

Her legs begin to shake against mine, tension thickening in the air, but my girl does what she's told. While I lean back and watch, she lifts her skirt, leaving it bunched around her waist, and pushes her panties down, stopping when they reach her knees. Then she clasps her ass cheeks in two hands and spreads them for me, a little whimper escaping to mingle with my growl.