She’s (Still) Too Young (She’s Too Young #2)(6)
"Ramsey … oh God."
I shove my face into her neck, my hips smacking down onto her ass and scooping upward to get my cock as deep inside her as possible. This becomes difficult as her climax turns her into a wildcat, her body shaking violently, legs moving in every direction, hands shooting out to seek purchase and finding nothing. I fuck her hard through all of it, my balls filling with weight and pulling high into my body, urging me to give in and release my frustration into the paradise between Veda's thighs. "It was the fathers you wanted to watch us dance together. Not that woman," I grate, truth spilling out in my state of building heat. "Wasn't it? You like the idea of other men watching me touch you?"
Even though I can't see her face, her vigorous nod is obvious, and the mere acknowledgment of her kink almost sends me over the edge. Although her tendency to be an exhibitionist has been damn obvious, the way she interrupts my meetings to climb on my lap and work me up in front of an audience. "Y-yes. I don't know why, though," she whimpers. "Tell me why."
"Because you're a tease. Because you want to make me go insane." I'm hammering into her now, inching her up the lounge with the force of my thrusts. One of my forearms wedges itself under her hips and yanks them up, jerking them back into my blurred movements pumppumppumppumppump. "Because you're perfect. Because I love you. I don't care. I'll find a way, angel. But you better remember this hot little cunt is only for Ramsey's personal use. To get pleasure or give it. Understand me, Veda?"
"Yes." She turns her face to the side, laying her cheek on the furniture. "I love you, too," she breathes, her voice shaking, and those words push me over the line. My entire body stiffens as come shoots up the stalk of my dick, filling her pussy up with hot seed that acts as a lubricant as I fuck her like a dog, my peak endless. I'd never been loud during sex before Veda, but I moan so loud as ejaculate leaves my aching cock, I probably wake up half the neighborhood. I fucking shout, her pussy is such a masterpiece, tight and welcoming, milking me until I'm empty. Christ. I'm such a slave to this piece between her thighs, she could ask me for anything in the world and I would kill myself making sure it was served up to her on a silver platter.
Good thing she doesn't have to ask. Because although it makes me more than a little on edge, I'm about to give her something she wants. Something she's afraid to ask for. Ignoring the voice in the back of my mind telling me I'm kicking a hornet's nest, I kiss her shoulder, her neck and cheek, turning us onto our sides where she immediately starts to drift off, as usual.
"Don't you want your birthday gift before sleep steals you away, angel?"
Chapter Three
Veda rolls over onto her back beside me, excitement making her gorgeous blue eyes light up. My heart starts to boom in my ears because I can't get enough of this side of her. The side that likes presents. I want to indulge it until the end of time. Last week, I contacted a real estate agent in the Hamptons because while I've never had any desire to live outside the city, I have an urge to fill a stable full of horses and allow Veda to pick one to use for riding lessons. I want to come home from work and find her lounging in a bikini by an outdoor pool, her skin golden from the sunshine. I want … rooms to fill with our children.
I'm anxious for the day when I can drive her out to whichever estate ends up fitting the bill, but today I'll have to satisfy myself with another gift. One that's less extravagant and more personal.
"I thought the party was my gift," she whispers, sounding awestruck. "It should have been. This must have cost you-"
I press a finger over her lips and smirk, telling her once again without words that discussing the cost of anything with me is ridiculous. "Are you telling me you don't want the gift?"
She sticks her tongue out. "I didn't say that." Turning onto her side, she runs her fingers up under my shirt, purring in the back of her throat. "What is it?"
Craving the feel of her skin, I run my fingertips up and down her side, smiling when goosebumps form beneath them. The gift I'm going to give her is important, though, so my smile fades in degrees. "How I brought you to live with me, angel-buying you from your father-I won't apologize for bringing you home with me any way I could, but I shouldn't have kept you in the dark." I swallow hard. "I never had a good relationship with my father, so it was hard for me to understand missing someone the way you miss him now that I've sent him to work in the Netherlands."