Ruin her. I like and hate the idea all at once.
“I’d never ruin you.” Make her want only me? Fuck yes. But ruin her? Never. It already kills me that I might jade her a little. She’s so trusting and sweet. I’d hate for her to lose that. I hate that I might be the one to make her lose that.
If only I’d met her another way. She could have kept all the innocent trust she has because she’d have me to protect her and to shield her from everything that could shatter it. Make sure nothing touched her so she could keep it.#p#分页标题#e#
Her hand drops from my face and runs down my chest. I lean into her hand, liking her touch.
“Oh, I’m sure you’d ruin me. I think I could cum just looking at you.” She keeps running her hand over my chest and brings her other hand up to join in. Fucking hell, she’s so cute when she’s drunk. Gone is the shy girl, and in her place is someone who doesn’t think before she speaks, and I love it. I love the shy blush that hits her cheeks, but I enjoy this just as much.
“What if I told you that you’d already ruined me?”
“Liar. Take off your shirt. I want to see how far those tattoos go.” She’s changing the subject, even when she doesn’t realize she’s doing it. My girl seems to have a problem with thinking she isn’t hot or some shit, but we’ll work on that over time. She’ll soon see how fucking serious I am about us. She won’t have a doubt her in mind about the lengths I’ll go to to have her.
Actions speak louder than words, and she’ll be seeing that very soon.
Reaching over my head, I grab the collar of my shirt and pull it up and off, giving her what she asked for.
Her sharp inhalation makes me want to puff out my chest. She wiggles around, still rubbing her hands all over me. I need to get her under the covers and asleep before I have her legs over my shoulders, with me in between them.
I won’t risk her not remembering our first time together. I want her to remember every detail of it. I want to hook her into me and show her all the ways I can please her. I want to give her what she needs.
I reach down and tug at her dress again. “I hate this fucking thing.”
“You don’t like it? I thought I looked sexy for once.” She pouts up at me, her bottom lip sticking out, making me want to bite it.
“You're always sexy.” I grab the top of the dress and do as she suggested. I rip it. “But I don’t like other people seeing you with so few clothes on.”
She gasps as the material easily comes apart in my hands, leaving her in just her panties. I throw the dress behind me, not caring where it lands.
“Holy shit, that was hot. Can we do it again?” Her wide eyes are filled with excitement.
“You got another dress around here I don’t know about?” I tease her.
She just shakes her head, that happy excited look still pasted across her face. “I’ll buy you more and rip them off you if you really want me to, but you only wear them in the house.” No way is she ever going out dressed like that again. I’d end up doing life in prison.
“I’ll wear whatever I want.” She thrusts her chin up smugly, but it’s too adorable to be threatening. I have no idea how someone can be smug and adorable all at once, but she’s doing it, and I just smile at her as I try not to laugh.
“You want me to walk around in public without a shirt on?” Her fingers, which were busily trailing my chest, following the lines of my tattoos, stop and dig into me in a possessive manner. It makes my cock jerk, and I fucking love the feeling.
She glares at me.
“No need for that, little fox. It’s all yours. I’m just showing you how it makes me feel.” I grab the blanket and pull it over her. Hiding her body from me. It takes everything in me not to look at it, but I know my control would probably shatter if I did.
“I’m going to get you some water and something to stop your headache before it starts.” I pull myself from the bed and make my way towards the kitchen to grab a bottle of water and a few pills for her. When I turn around, I nearly trip over her.
She’s standing in the middle of my kitchen with just her panties on.#p#分页标题#e#
“I thought you were going to ruin me.” She says it so matter-of-factly, no shyness at all.
She pushes her body up against me, her naked chest hitting mine. Her curves melt into me. Reaching up, she locks her arms around my neck, and I have to bend a little for her to reach, even though she’s on her tiptoes.
All control snaps.
My hands go to her face, dropping the water bottle and pills, letting them hit the floor as I take her mouth. Her sweetness hits my lips, and the taste of her reminds me how desperate I am for her. It’s like being trapped in the desert for weeks and finally having water. I can’t stop myself from wanting to drink her down. One sip will never be enough. Thrusting my tongue into her mouth, I try to devour her. I never knew lips could be so soft. They yield to me just like all of her curves.