She's Too Young(16)
One of her knees knocks against the limousine wall in an attempt to spread wider, God love her. “Good. And full, but…strange. You’re making everything feel so strange.”
“Let it happen for me, angel.” I bend my finger inside her and tease her G-spot, smiling against her wet pussy when she jerks, crying out my name. “This is one of the things all those men want to do to you, Veda. They want to lick you off so bad. Go on, give me the little tongue bath they’re not lucky enough to taste. Go on.”
There’s no describing Veda having her first orgasm on my mouth. She damn near rips my fucking hair out, screaming herself hoarse above me, so loud the driver knows I’m banging my little school girl in the back. Passing motorists have no idea I’m about to take a virgin right here on the vibrating, carpeted floor as we fly across the Brooklyn Bridge and to be honest, part of me wishes they did know. It would make my possession of Veda that much more complete and I ache like a son-of-a-bitch to make it as official as possible.
I rise up over a still-reeling Veda. My cock is in a world of agony as I release it from behind the constricting fly of my dress pants and let it drop heavily over her trim, shuddering stomach, groaning when she sucks in a breath, her eyes shooting wide. There’s no way to make the first thrust easier, but knowing I’m about to cause her pain makes me hate myself. As if buying a seventeen-year-old with the intention of sleeping with her on a regular basis hasn’t already filled me with enough unwelcome guilt, I know once I’m inside that tight, untouched heat, I’m going to turn into a savage.
“What are you thinking about?”
She whispers the question while staring at my dick, as I jack it off in my fist. “Hurting you,” I grit out. “I want you spoiled and wrapped in silk. I want to give you so many orgasms, your beautiful legs stop working and you need me to carry you everywhere. To the office, to the bedroom, through restaurants. My well-fucked, overindulged little prize. The idea of making you hurt fills me with rage, Veda. I’d strangle another man for even thinking about it.” I position myself at the hole of her pussy and ram myself to the back, clapping a hand over her mouth just in time to trap the shriek. “But there’s no other way,” I growl up at the ceiling, lust and urgency clashing in my belly.
Every cell in my body lights up with wicked hot sensation. Her legs are scrambling on either side of my hips, heels digging into the ground, hips jerking back and forth. Her attempts to find a comfortable position are only causing her cunt to twist around my dick, making me anxious to pull out and drive back in.
“Be still,” I rasp against her temple. “I won’t move again until the pain passes.”
When I remove my hand and try to kiss her mouth, she bites my bottom lip, slapping me across the face with the flattened palm of her hand. “It hurts. It hurts.”
Don’t pump yet. Don’t pump into that perfection. Not yet. “It would have hurt no matter what, angel. You’re unusually tight and I’m—”
“So big,” she whimpers, still writhing around and making me hotter, more swollen inside of her. “I can’t move without feeling it way up in my stomach, Ramsey.”
Goddamn. Here comes the savage. She just said my name while pinned to the floor by my cock. My reserve of patience is waning. “Keep saying things like that and I won’t be able to wait,” I grind out, leaning down to suck long and hard on her right nipple. When I lick across to the other small, pink-peaked globe, her sobs turn to whimpers. “Angel likes having her pretty nipples played with?” I bat at the flesh in question with my tongue. “Doesn’t she?”
Her nod is almost shy, her back arching when I rake my teeth downward between her tits, then drag my tongue back up the same path. “Ohhh.”
“Yes. You’re getting juicier between your legs, Veda. Inviting me to start pumping into your tiny fuck hole, aren’t you? Your body wants something you barely understand yet.” It’s an effort to get my erection free of her constricted entrance, but I manage to slide my girth halfway out, before driving back in, groaning almost loud enough to drown out her whines. “That’s a good girl, taking her first cock. Look at you, spread so wide, even though it hurts. What a brave girl.”
I can see she likes the praise, her eyes sparking, cheeks flushing pink. Which makes me want to give her more. More. A forever of just telling her she’s a good girl over and over, while taking her from behind, against a wall, tied to my bed. Wherever we get the urge. As if asking for more encouragement, she lifts her knees up until they’re even with her shoulders. So flexible and earnest, even biting her lip as though she’s not sure if it’s the right thing to do.