His eyes don’t leave my covered sex. “Not yet.”
“Not today…? Or not right this second.”
“Not today,” he whispers, and his eyes float up my body. “Maybe not ever.”
“No, Cal.” I grab his face. “I want to talk about that.”
“About what?”
“I know what I want for my birthday.”
He shakes his head and squeezes his eyes shut. “Don’t ask me.”
“Please?” He backs up slightly and I can see him retreating so I’m off the couch and straddling his lap before he can stop me. “I… I can’t promise I’ll be good at it but…”
“Hey,” he snaps and grips my jaw. “That’s not what this is about. Jesus Christ, Maddie, look at you.” I frown, unsure of where he’s going with this and he shakes his head. “You’re a fucking goddess…you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. I’m not supposed to look at you the way I see other men look at you. Men whose eyes I’ve been threatening to gouge out for letting their lustful gazes fall on you. I’m the one man that’s not supposed to look at you like that and…I can’t fucking help it.”
“You’re the only man I want looking at me like that.” I press my hands to his chest and rub my nose down his neck.
“I can’t hurt you like that, Maddie.” His voice is tortured, and I wish I could kiss the pain away.
“Why?”
“Because…I love you too much.” His hand runs down my back and I shiver under his touch.
I pull back and stare at him, the tears forming in my eyes and sliding down my cheeks before I can stop them.
“If you love me, then make love to me.”
I AM HANGING ON BY a proverbial thread. I don’t know how I’ve managed to keep myself out of Maddie’s pants when she all but begs for it every night she cuddles up next to me, but somehow, I’ve kept her at arm’s length, much to my own disappointment. The need to taste her has gotten so out of control it’s almost unmanageable. Letting her rub against me until we both come isn’t enough anymore. I need to feel her skin to skin. I need to spread her sweet cunt open like a flower and lick the soft petals between her legs. I want to worship every inch of her skin, marking her with my teeth and tongue and fingers and then my cock. She’s a blank canvas I want to paint with my cum. I want to rain my seed all over her perfect tits, her smooth ass, her gorgeous face. I want to worship her…but I also want to defile her.
I want to use her body, fuck every single one of her holes until she’s so full of my cum it drips out of her. I want to fuck her like she’s a slut. Bend her over every surface in our house and take her so brutally she won’t be able to sit down for a week. I want to hate fuck her for making me feel this way. For turning me into this sick bastard that’s having these thoughts about the girl I raised. And then, when all of that’s done, when I’m done fucking the life out of her, I want to bring her back. Run my lips over every inch of her marked skin, whispering my love and devotion to her in between each kiss as I rock gently into her. Make love to her, teach her the love language that our bodies already know by heart.
She’ll take my cock easily because, despite my size, I am made to fit inside of her. Her back will arch, and her nails will claw at my back every time I thrust into her. She’ll scream that she wants more, and harder and deeper and faster. That she loves me and that she’s wanted this for so long and to promise her that things will never change between us.
But they’ve changed.
And it’ll never be the same again.
It’s been a week since Thanksgiving and much to my surprise Maddie hasn’t brought up her wish for her birthday. I’ve been at war with myself on what I should do, and almost seven sleepless nights later, I’m no closer to coming up with a decision. I don’t hear anything when I get home from work one evening which is odd because Maddie’s car is here.
“Maddie?” I call for her as I toss my keys on the counter. It isn’t unusual for her to be cooking dinner or lying on the couch in one of my t-shirts and the tiniest pair of shorts waiting for me to get home so she could climb into my lap and rub the day off of me. I frown, wondering where she could be when I make my way upstairs. I peek my head into her room wondering if maybe she is taking a nap when I see her bed is still made from whenever the last time she slept here.
She’s slept in my room with me for the past week, and I briefly wonder if she’s just taking a nap. I take a look around her perfectly organized room and step inside. Trophies for various dance competitions sit on three equally spaced shelves on her wall. Directly underneath is a wide bookcase with at least one hundred books, aligned by size, then color, and quite possibly alphabetized. A television is mounted on the adjacent wall and right underneath is a dresser.
I take a step closer, and without thinking, I pull open her top drawer, knowing what’s there and grab the first pair I see—a white silky thong with lace trim. I grip the delicate fabric in my hand before stuffing it into my pock
et. Feelings of shame wash over me as I think about what I’ve been doing with her underwear the past week. Ever since I saw her in that tiny thong, I’ve been stealing her panties and rubbing them over my cock every night after Maddie falls asleep. I wrap the silk around my hand and tug at my cock before releasing my seed into them. Marking them. I want to think about her wearing them after knowing that my cum has been there. A grunt leaves my lips as I adjust my dick and move towards my bedroom.
“Maddie, where are you?” I don’t see her in my room but I do see the light on in my bathroom peeking out from under the door. “Mads?” I knock and I frown when I don’t hear anything. I push the door open and all of the air leaves my lungs as I take in the sight before me. My dick is hard as granite and I’m trying my best to calm it back down so that I don’t attack her. I swallow and take a tentative step forward when her eyes meet mine. Blue, mischievous eyes that have the power to break me. And I believe they are about to exercise that power. Now.
“Welcome home, honey.” She leans over the edge of the tub and shoots me a wink. “Care to join me?” The words get caught in my throat as I stare at the naked seventeen year old taking a bubble bath in my tub. Her hair is pulled up in a bun at the top of her head, though some strands have fallen and are touching the bubbles that are up to her neck. I can’t see anything, but I don’t trust Maddie not to stand up and reveal everything to me. I find myself hoping that she will. I’ve been wondering for a week what Maddie looks like naked. Is her pussy bare? Does she have a landing strip? Does she not do any landscaping? All three thoughts make me hard as fuck. And while hair on a cunt usually does nothing for me, I find myself still hard at the idea of tasting the soft curls between her legs should there be any.
Then, there are her tits. Her asshole. That space between her pussy and her asshole. Fuck. I wanted to see all of it. Now.
I clear my throat. “Maddie, I don’t think…”
“It’s a good idea, blah blah blah.” She rolls her eyes and settles back into the large jacuzzi style tub that is definitely big enough for both of us. “Fine, do you want to watch?”