She's Too Young (She's Too Young 1)

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.

That’s when my composure begins to slip. She really is just drenched now, making it more manageable to thrust into her tightness and she’s making these mewling noises every time I get balls deep. It’s my goddamn undoing.

I hook my arms beneath her knees, yanking her legs wider as I fall onto her body, burying my face in the crook of her neck. My hips lose their measured pace and I quite simply fuck her innocent pussy the way an escaped felon might if he came across her in a dark alley after ten years of lockup. If you could feel the way her walls grip me in welcome, if you could hear the way she cries my name, you would understand why I lose the ability to go slow. Or even think. At least about anything but filling her with my come.

Against my stomach, I feel the scratchy material of her school girl skirt, the sides of her sneakers banging off the limousine walls, and my testicles grow heavier, probably turning that deep red color as they always do when I’m dying for relief. And there’s never been a time when that was more true. My life depends on giving Veda the scalding hot seed my body created in her honor. Her and what must be the snuggest, little pussy on the planet.

“Your daddy had to hide you away so no one could get at this perfect cunt, huh, angel?” I push deep and grind down, wanting to make my mark all the way back where no one else will ever touch. Mine. Mine. “When you look at a man, it’s right there in your eyes. I’m so tight, mister. Want to finger me and see? That’s why you need to be kept under lock and key, Veda. Your daddy and I both knew it, didn’t we?”

“Yes,” she screams, her tits jiggling with my rough, quick thrusts.

Desperate to feel her orgasm while I’m buried in her pussy, I release one of her legs and reach down to rub my knuckle against her clit, laughing under my breath when she closes her eyes and releases a broken sob of pleasure. “I’ve got a little secret for you, Veda.” I press my mouth against her ear, need blanketing my brain like a dense fog. “Your daddy probably wanted it, too.”

She gasps and I know I’m a bastard, know I should stop, but we’re wrapped up in lust in the dark interior of the limousine and in that moment, nothing feels off limits or forbidden. Nothing. And when she clenches around my dick so hard, I almost drain myself, I have a feeling she’s got some darkness in her, too. Darkness I crave. I want her to come to me for it when she needs a fix.

“He probably couldn’t help it, Veda. Couldn’t stop picturing all the ways you’ve filled out over the years. Or maybe that one time he peeked through your closed bedroom door and caught a glimpse of such coveted pussy.” She’s soaked now, her breath rasping out and I know she’ll climax any second, right along with me. “He hated himself for thinking of you at that crucial moment while he jerked himself raw in the shower, biting his tongue so you wouldn’t hear.”

“I did hear,” she pants, turning her head for a kiss, which I give her, ferociously, branding her mouth with my tongue, still owning her down below with my pounding cock. She screams against my lips and I swear to God, I black out when her cunt clenches around me, the orgasm wracking her body.

Seed spurts from the tip of my cock and I shout at the relief, the release of pressure between my legs that has never been so intense. I’m frantic as I shove her knees open and ram deep, chanting her name, while my hips slamslamslam, bucking into her like a frenzied bull determined to give her every drop of my lust.

“You’ll keep your knees pressed together when I’m not around, do you understand me, little girl?” A groan vibrates in my chest, the ache almost—almost—completely gone from my balls, my thrusts jerky and uneven. “You don’t look at other men. Ever. You’re a walking temptation, but you’ll only tempt me from now on. This pussy is mine to ride.” I grasp her chin and look into her dazed blue eyes. “Are we clear on that?”

She slips lethargic fingers into my hair, her voice whisper soft when she answers. “Yes, Ramsey. Only you.”

No sooner are the words out of her mouth that she goes limp in sleep, her arms falling like unraveled spools of ribbon at her sides. Staring down at her angelic form, the insides of her thighs and pussy still dripping with my come, skirt bunched up at her waist, there’s no denying I’ve crossed the line into total worship of this girl.

She’s my fucking religion.

And I’ll kill anyone who looks twice at her.