She’s (Still) Too Young (She’s Too Young #2)(16)

We've been preparing for this. Slowly. A finger that turned into two over time, spreading that puckered entrance while I abused her cunt. She's usually so close to an orgasm by the time I slide in my lubed-up digits and pump them in and out, she's only half aware, which has made it easier to ready that forbidden place my cock wants to test. To own.

When I remove the bottle from my pocket and distribute its contents on my pulsing dick and two fingers, it might be my imagination, but I swear there's a sound of protest from the hallway. Is it wrong that it only makes me harder? Makes me stretch her with even more force with my fingers as she whines and shifts against the couch?

"This sweet ass needs a daddy, doesn't it?" I slap my cock against the curve of her bottom, the sound of sticky moisture echoing in the room. "And you've only got one now, huh, little girl?"

"Yes," Veda says in shaky voice. "Just Ramsey."

"That's goddamn right." I position the head of my erection against the new fuck hole she's been taunting me with every time she sits on my lap or climbs the stairs in front of me. If it's half as tight as her cunt, I'm going to lose my mind. "Sometime soon, when we're in public together and everyone is watching, I'm going to come up behind you. I'm going to pull you up on tiptoe and tuck your little ass against my lap. And then I'm going to make eye contact with every man in the room to let them know I've fucked all three places on your body. That I have a nightly option of mouth, pussy or back door. And you're going to nod at them and ask me what I'll have tonight, loud enough for everyone to hear."

I slap a hand over her mouth and thrust home, barely able to hear her scream over the waves churning in my ears. Jesus Christ. 

"Oh my God, oh my God," Veda is chanting when I let go of her mouth. "Too big. Please. Oh my God."

I shhh into her hair. "Big girls shut their mouths and open their legs wider."

A rush of moisture between her legs and the rasping of her moans tell me she's excited, despite the pain I might be causing. Over her shoulder, she's giving me innocent looks she damn well knows make my cock drip. After a moment, the distance between her feet broadens, and both of us groan because my hips start pumping of their own accord, unable to turn down her body's permission. You wouldn't believe the texture of her, the clench, the fight of her hole to keep out my foreign flesh, but I win the war, not letting up until the slick slide into her asshole is somewhat manageable without Veda screaming or my seed shooting out too soon. I reach around and play with her clit, whispering filth into her ear … and all the while I watch the hallway. I might even smile.

"Ramsey … " Veda huffs out. "I'm going to come … "

I throw my head back, my growl bouncing off the ceiling. "If you come with my dick in your ass, I'm going to hold you down and pound you, angel. You better be ready for that. Are you?"

Her answer is a shaking pussy and cries of my name, her lithe, young, tight body closing around my cock with so much force, I slap her ass-hard-shouting at her to loosen up. Words I never thought I'd say. But then again, I never thought I'd be fucking a teenager up the ass with the man who raised her lurking in the darkness, watching me, hating me. Or potentially hating himself for being unable to look away. I have my own moral dilemma, though, knowing Veda needs me to be cautious her first time having sex in this way, but being overcome by the demands of my body, my mind. Claim, fuck, claim.

When I open my eyes again, I have Veda bent forward over the back of the sofa, and I'm roaring as I spurt come into her asshole, my hoarse shouts drowning out another, quieter, anguished one.





Chapter Seven





When he comes for me the next morning before the sun has risen, I'm ready. I've been ready all night, actually. Naïve isn't a word anyone in their right mind would use to describe me, and after what took place last night, if the man doesn't want me dead, he isn't worthy to share a bloodline with my Veda.

Veda is still sleeping in the locked bedroom upstairs when I hear him ascend the staircase leading from the bottom floor up to the living room, much as he did the previous evening. But I don't have Veda on her knees in front of me this time, so I can focus better, and with that focus comes a dangerous prickle at the back of my neck. His ill intent precedes him by a good twenty paces, and I'm grateful I didn't alert security to the confrontation I knew was coming.

Intuition tells me it isn't going to end well.

A floorboard creaks, telling me Jack has reached the bottom of the staircase leading to the bedroom where I spent the night watching over Veda. There is a landing halfway toward the upper floor, and that is where I'm standing. As soon as Jack confirms he's heading towards where he presumes we're in bed, I allow that to cement my suspicion of his motives and move out into the open.