She’s (Still) Too Young (She’s Too Young #2)(5)

"No," she whispers. "I wouldn't have."

I have to give Veda her due. When she really wants something-the way she wants to suck me off right now-she can be very convincing. But we both know she's lying and she would go to any extreme to remind me the jealousy flows in both directions. It's the kind of volatile behavior that comes with being in love with a young girl, and that wild streak inside her is my curse, as well as my blessing. "Get up on my lap," I rasp. "You're not taking it down your throat on your birthday."

"I want it," she whines, trying to pull her hair out of my possession.

When I release her hair to snag her around the waist, she gets one long, cheek-hollowing pull of my dick that causes my hips to thrust crudely. The agony of stopping so soon is like being pounded in the middle by a sledgehammer, but I manage to get her sitting on my lap, facing away. She takes my hard cock and guides it into her tight entrance without my having to prompt her and I almost issue a marriage proposal right then and there. I'm barely coping with the way she's contracting around my dripping tip, but when she wiggles her way down, my teeth draw blood as I attempt to stop myself from spurting off. "Fuck." I throw my arms back along the length of the swing, grabbing on to the chains that suspend it from the tree. "Every day is my birthday, isn't it? Such a tight, slick cunt, always begging to be stretched out, even when it hurts. Slide it up and down, angel. Take me right down to the balls, or I'll stuff you full of the inches you missed."

She writhes on my lap and braces herself on my knees, blonde hair tumbling down her back when she throws her head back. "I-I can't … my feet don't reach the floor." A sound of frustration leaves her as she tries to get leverage, snapping her hips back, but can't find enough purchase to ride me rough. "Ramsey … "

A growl issues from the base of my throat at the sight of her dangling feet, tipped with neon yellow nail polish. I don't care if it makes me sick, her petite, young body struggling to satisfy my dick makes me so hot, I nearly implode. Climaxing just from watching her frustrated attempts to fuck me deep is a definite possibility, but the need to give her pleasure wins out. It always, always will. So I urge her back against my chest and hook both hands beneath her knees, my head falling back on a moan when my final two inches sink inside the sweetest heat you can imagine. 

I hold her knees wide and she throws her arms back, linking them behind my neck as she starts to roll her incredible body against mine, the smooth mounds of her ass sliding up and down my abdomen, causing my shirt to ride up until we're skin on skin. Jesus. Jesus. She moves like her hips are detached from the rest of her body, humping up and back like she's working for tips.

"The way you move … you're going to fucking kill me, Veda." Sweat drips from my forehead onto her shoulder, moisture that started building as soon as we started dancing because I knew what was coming. "I thought it was hot when you had no experience, but you make me need to come even faster as a sinner, don't you? And you learned how to move like that right here on my cock." I grit my teeth and groan when she bounces and flicks her hips. "Didn't you, angel?"

"Uh huh." She looks up at me from beneath blonde eyelashes, just a touch darker than the shade of her hair, the ends of which are currently tickling my stomach. "Maybe that means you should pick a different nickname for me if I'm such a sinner now."

"No." I leave one of her legs draped over mine, allowing me the use of one hand. My fingers skate over her hip, tracing slowly down the V of her thighs where I fondle her clit, laughing as she moans with her whole body, tension leaching from her spine, leaving her warm and pliant against my chest. "You're only a bad girl until I pet you in the right spot. Turns you right back into my angel. A good girl with straight As and a sensitive pussy."

"More," she sobs, grinding down on my cock. "M-more."

"I'll give you more," I say through clenched teeth. She's got me on the razor's edge of lust now, because I can see clear down the front of her phenomenal body as she undulates on my aching flesh. Her nipples are hard and moisture glistens on her bare cunt where it takes my cock, in and out. In and out. The need to become the aggressor turns fierce, and I surge up, keeping myself planted inside her, propping her against my lap as I stride forward toward the closest piece of furniture, which happens to be a chaise lounge, surrounded by greenery and strings of lights.

I allow Veda's feet to touch down a mere second before I all but tackle her, putting her face down on the lounge. I jerk her thighs open … and I just start to take, pumping into her from behind. I'm at this delirious point where nothing can make me stop. Nothing. I'm holding down my life's obsession by the nape of her neck and fucking into her wet hole, which is barely big enough to accommodate me. But she pushes up her ass like a starved sex kitten, even as she screams into the lounge's plush surface, because I've taught her if she fights through the discomfort, her orgasm will be even more rewarding. And I'm proven right a moment later when her fingers scrape down the soft velvet, probably coming close to ripping the material, and her pussy goes tighter, tighter, tighter, until I'm gasping for oxygen and my dwindling sanity.