Claiming Caroline (Claimed 3)

"Yes, princess?"

"Will you kiss me now?" she says, a plea in her voice.

Of course I give her what I want. I may not be a gentleman, but I'm no fool, either. Only an idiot would refuse an invitation to taste those sweet lips. I cradle her head in the palm of my hand, turning her until she's staring up at me, desire glittering like diamonds in her obsidian eyes.

I kiss her slowly, carefully, tasting her lips as if she were fine wine. As soon as her taste hits my system, the world around me wheels wildly out of focus. It rushes and spins before settling again, a new future extended before me. One where this princess writhes and moans, taking her pleasure from me today, tomorrow…as long as she'll have me.

Addiction is that instantaneous, obsession that all-consuming. One taste, and I'm hooked on her, lulled to the edge of desperation, and then sweetly tossed over the side.

I groan like a man dying and pull her closer, kiss her deeper.

Her tongue duels with mine in an erotic dance that leaves my cock weeping and beads of sweat rolling down my shoulder blades. She's unschooled, unskilled, but somehow more enchanting because of it. She kisses me back as if she feels the same gnawing ache, the same driving desire.

Her hands roam freely over my shoulders before her nails drag up my neck and plunge into my hair. I feel them against my scalp, sending aftershocks of pleasure through me in ever widening ripples. My god. Kissing this woman is akin to a spiritual awakening. It's earthshattering.

I back her up against the wall, incapable of continuing to dance her across the wooden floor when every cell in my body screams for me to strip her from her dress and worship her with my mouth. I curse every decision-making body in the school for not supplying this room with a bed to lay her out in. No matter though, I have plenty of time to get her into my bed after I get my mouth on her.

"Jared," she gasps, throwing her head back against the wall. Her chest shudders, the swells of her breasts practically spilling from her top as she sucks in a lungful of air. Right here, like this, with desire in her eyes and her cheeks flushed with pleasure, she transcends anything I've ever seen before, eclipsing even the brightest of stars.

She says my name again, almost sobbing it when I press my face against the creamy swells of her breasts. Her hand wraps around the back of my head, holding me to her as I kiss and lick every inch of soft skin I can find.

Her heady scent fills my lungs and my cock to bursting. I nip and bite at her skin, eager to leave little marks on her so everyone who gets close knows she's been claimed, knows that she belongs to someone. These gorgeous breasts are mine now. End of discussion.

"Can I touch you, sweet baby?" I ask…silently praying she doesn't tell me no now.

"Y-yes," stutters from her lips like a granted prayer from on high.

I rake her dress up, trying hard not to destroy the delicate fabric. It feels like spun gold beneath my far too rough hands. There are miles of the silky stuff standing between me and what I want.

I growl my frustration and nip at her skin. "This dress is beautiful, baby. But there is far too much fabric involved."

"I know," she says, gasping through a laugh when I nip at her throat again. "There's a zipper…on the back. God, that feels so good, Jared."

I pull her hips away from the wall long enough to find the zipper to tug it down. She shimmies her hips and the bottom of her dress comes undone from the top, sliding to the floor. My heart hits my throat and then dives into my stomach, my dick throbbing.

"Jesus Christ," I rasp, squeezing my dick to keep myself from coming in my pants like a teenage boy looking at his first porno. I'm certain the vision of her standing before me in nothing but her corset top, silky red panties, and matching garters is going to star in every fantasy I have until the day I die. She's a wet dream come to life.

Her panties cling to her folds, the wet spot making her desire obvious. The sweet scent of her arousal sets my mouth to watering. Begging isn't something I've ever done, but I'd prostrate myself in front of her in a second, I want to taste her so bad.

"I need to taste it," I growl, lifting my gaze from Mecca long enough to gain permission. "Please, baby. Let me eat you. I'm starving for it."

"I…" Hesitation flickers in her eyes and twin spots of color bloom on her cheeks. "Um…I've never…"

Realization dawns, the truth hitting me like a Mack truck. No one has ever licked her little cunt before. No one has ever fucked that tight little slice of heaven. I fight back the wave of possession tearing through me, beat back the almost overwhelming urge to drop to my knees and lay claim to her pussy.

"You're a virgin."

Her chin comes up, defiance in her eyes again. "Yes."

Thank you, God.

The thought of being this goddess's first is a heady thing. The sudden stab of jealousy at the thought of someone else being her last is sobering. No one else is allowed to touch her. I think… Jesus, I think I'd actually kill a man for trying. And that right there? That possessive, obsessive desperation screaming mine, mine, mine like a soul-starved demon? In thirty-seven years on this earth, I've never felt anything like that.

What is this woman doing to me?

Why don't I want her to stop?

Before I can consider either question too deeply, she sends me straight to heaven.

"I want you to be my first, Jared."

I'm going to be more than that, sweet baby, I want to say. But I don't. Best to ease her into my newfound propensity for obsession bit by bit. Let her get used to me before I show her how fucking crazy she's already making me.

"If you want me to stop, you say the words," I murmur, wanting—needing—her to know that she has the power here. I'll eat her until she sees heaven, no doubts about that. But only if it's what she wants. And if she's a student here? If my professorship is revoked for leading her down the path of temptation? Making her come on my tongue, even once, will be more than worth it.

She nods bravely, practically fidgeting where she stands. Her delectable body trembles. Desire has her caught in its rough grasp, refusing to let her go.

I sink to my knees in front of her, careful not to tear the billowing skirt still wrapped around her ankles. Her pussy is at eye level, instantly drawing my gaze. The wet spot on her panties has soaked them through, leaving them clinging to the soft folds beneath.

I unclip the garters, placing kisses to her skin. She is so soft, so pale. A moan rolls up my throat as I catch the scent of her arousal again. God, I've never smelled anything like her. Sweet, like honey. Tart, like apple. Delicious.

My hands shake as I slide her panties down, slowly revealing her to my gaze.