“Until tonight, you mean,” I growl unevenly, hating myself with a searing passion. Her faith in me ran so deep and I squandered it. I broke her precious trust. Inexcusable. The only way I can make it up to her is to erase this notion of hers that she’s bad in some way. That she’s undeserving of better behavior in a man. The very thought is preposterous. She’s more deserving of pleasure and relief and happiness and respect than anyone I’ve ever met. “Chloe, listen to me. That restlessness inside of you? There is nothing wrong with it, baby. It’s healthy. It means your body needs attention.” I step closer to her, unable to do anything else, but I stop when she sucks in a breath. Out of fear? Nervousness? I can’t bear the thought. “If you ask me, I’ll show you how to touch your pussy in the right way. To calm the agitation.”
“No.” She shakes her head vigorously. “No…the night my mother died I was out. I was out trying to swim and run off the ache. I was out worshipping the moon like a heathen. Lying in the ocean surf naked, moaning over the way it lapped between my legs. Don’t tell me every young girl beyond the age of fifteen does that. It’s not normal.” In her upset, she stumbles over her words. “And my mother…because of this wickedness inside of me, I wasn’t there when she had a seizure in the middle of the night. She’d had them before and…I wasn’t there to help her or call an ambulance. Her death was my punishment—”
I stop her flow of words with my mouth.
Not kissing her, just sealing whatever she was going to say next inside of her lips, breathing along with her. When she doesn’t protest, my body gives in to the need for closeness with Chloe and crowds her up against the wall, my mouth eventually skating down to her neck, my fingers sliding up into her wealth of thick hair.
I’ve been so wrapped up in redeeming myself, I didn’t realize that she’d referred to her mother in the past tense before. But of course. Of course there are no parents in the picture if she’s been left to care for her brother alone. And now my beastlike use of her body, this girl in desperate need of help, makes me an even bigger asshole. Perhaps an unredeemable one.
“It wasn’t your fault,” I breathe into her ear, kissing the curve of it. Hold yourself back. Mauling her right now, when she’s vulnerable, would only add to my growing list of sins against this girl. But keeping my cock in my pants is no small feat when she’s just told me she lies in the ocean naked, letting the surf masturbate her pussy. Without relief. God, I’d die to give it to her. “There is nothing unnatural about you, Chloe. It’s a beautiful thing that your body feels so much. That makes you sensitive, not wicked.”
She shakes her head, clearly not believing me. “No. It makes me destructive and selfish. That’s why I have to go, Sebastian. I have to leave here.”
Over my cold, dead body. “I don’t understand.”
“It’s you,” she whispers, writhing her hips between me and the wall, her eyelids dropping. “You bring it out of me. You take that streak of wickedness and make it a mile wide.”
Time stops moving, along with my pulse. The flow of blood in my veins. Everything just stops. “You’re not leaving because I hurt you? Because I made you trade sex for a place to sleep, something to eat—”
“No, I’m leaving because I want to do it again.” She fairly sobs the words, her palms twisting in the front of my shirt, her voice young, halting. A little like baby talk. And it stretches my cock behind my fly, makes me pant her name. “Over and over and over again.”
Halfway through her mind-blowing confession, I’ve already picked up Chloe and boosted her higher against the wall, my shaft demanding I sink it back into her narrow little fuck hole and bottom out, repeatedly, until I fill her with come. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do, goddammit. Is there any other option after she’s just absolved me of my sins, unlocked my chains of guilt and admitted she wants to be fucked again?
No. There is no other option.
My hands ride quickly, desperately up the backs of her thighs to clutch the juicy globes of her ass, my hips ramming up between her legs, my mouth catching her gasp. I’m going to spend weeks pounding her. I’m going to keep her on her back so long, she’s going to forget how to walk. She’s going to know one single word. Daddy. I’ll be the sun she revolves around.