Taking the Fall(15)

I grind against her clit and realize I’m soaking the front of my jeans in pre-cum.

“You were such a fucking tease. Walking around in those tiny tops and shorts at sixteen, just begging me to take you. I’ve done everything to protect you, including protecting you from myself, and you just waved those ripe tits around like a cock tease, didn’t you?”

She doesn’t look away from me. “Yes” is all she is able to whisper.

“That’s right, baby. Now you’re all grown up, and you’re still waving it around like a tease. Only this time you’re gonna get what you’ve been begging for. All those years of iron will and protection don’t go unpaid.”

I slide my hand from her neck and down to her, breast squeezing it. “You’re going to give it to me tonight aren’t you, Cherry? You’re going to finally give me what’s mine?”

“Yes, Carter,” she says, so soft I can barely hear her, and then grinds her pussy on my cock, showing me how much she wants it. I finally feel the rest of the tension leave my body at her words. She wants this too and I’m gonna show her how much I already own her body. I’m going to show her how much her body craves what only I can give her. I know what she needs.

“Correct answer, baby,” I say and let go of her hands. I lean back from her body so I’m sitting up, kneeling between her spread legs. I look down to see her shirt has risen up, showing her soft belly. I run my hands over her curves and she tries to pull her shirt down to cover it up. I push her hands out of the way and go back to what I was doing, ignoring her shyness. “I’m gonna do a lot of things to you tonight. I’m gonna do them because I want to, not because you let me. Because you’re mine to do with as I please.” Because you own my soul completely. I don’t say the last part out loud.

I hop off the bed and start taking off my boots. “Get the shirt off, Cherry, but leave the panties on. I want to unwrap my coming home present myself.”

She sits up a little and watches me as I pull my thermal off. Her eyes go to my tattoo-covered chest and I smile. She zeros in on the place over my heart and the cherries tattooed there. The script underneath is twined together, making it difficult to read, but if you look closely it reads ‘Layla’.

“Is that my name?” she asks softly. I see her lean forward as if to get a better look. She’s never seen me without my shirt off.

“I got it when I realized there would never be anyone for me other than you. Figured my useless heart belonged to you long enough, might as well make it permanent. Besides, any chick that ever tried to get near me would see it was already taken.”

Layla starts to say something but I talk over her, wanting to get this all out so she understands. I want her to know how much she means to me. “I never fucked anyone after the day I got this. Fuck, since the moment I laid eyes on you. I think this tattoo cursed my dick. I could only get it up when I thought about a thick redhead with big tits and ass, and skin like vanilla cream.”

I reach down and unbuckle my belt. “I said take the shirt off, Cherry. Now.” I don’t want to talk about the tattoo yet. There will be time for that later. I know if I let her start talking, the questions will pour from her. I also know she’ll ask me if I’m staying. I can’t. There are things that need to be done, but I need this night. Just a taste of heaven before I have to go back to hell.

She blushes so hard she’s nearly the color of her hair from head to toe. “I’ve never been naked in front of anyone before.”

I take off my jeans and stand in front of her, completely naked. Her eyes are wide as she stares straight at my dick.

I reach down and rub my balls with one hand and stroke the shaft with my other. “Cherry, as much as that makes my dick harder, I don’t care. Get the fucking shirt off. Trust me, you don’t want to make me do it because it will end up in shreds.”

She reaches down with a shaky hand, no longer looking at me. She quickly pulls the shirt off and covers her belly and tits with her arms.

I walk over to the side of the bed and look down at her bundled form. “Scoot over to this side of the bed. Move your arms and lay back,” I say. “Now.”

Reluctantly she moves closer to me and stretches out. She puts her arms on either side of her body and looks anywhere but at my face.

I move a little so I’m standing beside the bed, facing her, I can’t count all the times I’ve tried to picture my Cherry laid out for me, but my fantasies don’t come close to the real thing. She is utterly perfect. She has curves built for a man like me.