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

“Veda. Angel.” I press my open mouth against her neck. “If you’d lost that necklace in the ocean, I would order the goddamn thing drained to get it back.”

Clearly awed by my statement, she sets aside the locket carefully and trails her fingers down my chest, pushing her legs wide so she can grasp my cock. I swear to Christ, I almost ejaculate right then, all over her half naked body, she holds me with such reverence. “You want me to suck on you here, Ramsey?” Her words are

so low and melodic. “Men like that…don’t they?”

“Yes. But I’m the only man you have to worry about, Veda. Ever again.” I trap a shout in my throat when she starts to stroke me. Slow and hard. Leaning back on my hands, the sight of her sliding off my lap and kneeling between my outstretched thighs sends a spurt of precum shooting from my dick and it drips down her cleavage, soaking into the right bikini triangle. She looks almost fascinated with my erection up close, gliding a thumb over the head, licking her lips, as if she has no idea where to start. “You enjoy looking at the cock that took your virginity, angel?”

She nods. “Yes.”

“You’re going to give thanks to it now, aren’t you?” My groan is involuntary. “For turning you into a woman?”

“Uh-huh.” Her eyelids flutter as she leans forward, closing her lips around the tip, cheeks hollowing as she sucks. She purrs in her throat, blonde eyebrows drawing together as if she never knew it could taste so good. Fuck, it’s so hot, watching her explore the texture, no idea that I’m fighting the urge to wrap her hair in my fists and push to the back of her throat. I’d die before using her like that—especially her first time giving head—but God, she’s got me so sexually frustrated, I don’t know my own mind anymore. Or my own body. My lower back is already tightening, my balls on the verge of exploding…and she hasn’t even gotten me halfway into her mouth yet.

Reminding myself to be easy, I slide my fingers into Veda’s hair and grip her head. “Let’s play a little game,” I grit out. “Show me how much you can fit, angel. Every inch you can get inside your mouth, Ramsey will buy you something nice.”

True to her age, her eyes twinkle at the idea of presents…and her lips slip halfway down my cock, her slim fingers curling around the base, giving an upward stroke every time her mouth descends. She’s looking up at me in a silent plea for approval, which is crazy, since my abdomen is shaking, growls scraping their way out of my throat. How could I be anything but euphoric when I’m being serviced by God’s finest creation and her tits have jiggled free of her bikini top?

“You’re doing so good. So damn good. Whatever you do…just don’t stop. Don’t stop. Keep sucking.” She slides back up, releasing me with a pop, before jacking me off a couple beats, then letting her mouth travel back down my hard flesh. She’s a complete natural and she’s starting to realize it, because my cock has turned an angry shade of red, signaling my oncoming climax. Her pretty little mouth is smiling as she sinks down, down, taking even more of my flesh and I know it’s going to cost me…and I’m going to love every second of spoiling Veda.

Look at her. She deserves it. She deserves everything.

“Fuuuuuck. I’m coming. You’ve ruined me with your bratty mouth.” My stomach and thigh muscles contract with such intensity, I swallow a shout. “And you’re going to let me leave my need on your gorgeous face. Aren’t you, angel?”

She pouts around my cock, her blonde eyebrows pulling together, and she shakes her head, humming a definite no in her throat.

“Let me, Veda. Let me do it. It’ll earn you the biggest present of all.” Fuck. Fuck. Holding off is murder, but I need this so bad. Maybe the persuasion is a prize all its own. “You want a car, angel? Any car you want. Just let me come on your pretty face.”

Pleasure lights up her expression and she nods, drilling me in the gut with victory, in addition to rampant lust. It hurts to move, but knowing the payoff will live in my fantasies forever, I push to my feet, pumping my fist up and down my cock, inches from Veda’s face, groaning as liquid heat travels up, up, the stalk of my—

“Ramsey? Can I be of some help?” Allison steps into the pool area, her face going white as she takes in the scene of Veda down on her knees, waiting patiently for my come with an upturned face. I can’t stop, can’t stop…especially when a mischievous glint enters Veda’s eye and she opens her mouth, holding her little, pink tongue out for what’s coming.

My roar echoes off the walls of the pool area, ropes of white landing on Veda’s face, tongue, neck, my body in a state of incredible chaos. And the whole time, Allison stands near the entrance frozen, knowing she’s already seen too much and leaving won’t make a difference. But she eventually fades out, leaving only Veda and me in the pool area.

I wait for the embarrassment to surface, but it never does. I’m only concerned about Veda, so I lift her up into my arms, carry her to one of the deck chairs and use a towel to wipe her face.

She nuzzles my hand, sending my heart slamming up against my ribcage. “Ramsey?”

“Yes, angel?”

Her fingers trace my collarbone. “Take me back to the meeting with you.”

Chapter Nine

I know bringing Veda into the meeting is a bad idea. Even though I trust my employees—especially the ones in this particular room—to be discreet, walking through the doorway with a towel-wrapped Veda signals a change. I’m publicly acknowledging that she’s mine. In every sense. That I have no problem letting her interfere in my professional life. My behavior will be frowned upon—behind closed doors, obviously—but ask me if I give a fuck. My girl wants to sit on my lap during the meeting, so that’s exactly what is happening. I love having her there, too, that snug bottom pressing down on my cock, which is already growing thick and desperate for her pussy. Or God, her mouth, her ass. I’m determined to have every part for myself. I will.

She has turned to the side, her shoulder propped against my chest, head tucked beneath my chin. Everyone is attempting not to stare and failing. Even with Veda’s delicious body covered with a towel, I’ve noticed two of my male employees adjust themselves beneath the table. Everyone wants her—it’s something I have to learn to accept, consoling myself with the fact that I’d slit the jugular of anyone who actually laid a finger on her perfect skin.

Mine.

And I want everyone to know it.

Before Veda, I never used my money as an excuse to play against the rules, but that standard went out the window when I bought her with a check. Now, as I sit and listen to yet another list of the drawbacks and advantages that come with the potential investment, I don’t care who knows Veda’s age. I’m her legal guardian. She’s been given to me with her father’s “blessing” and I have a team of lawyers who would bury anyone who questioned me. So the public can send as much well-concealed shock in my direction as it pleases, she’s going to be a permanent fixture in my life now and she’ll dance in and out of as many business meetings as her heart desires. They can’t take her away from me.

Anyone who tries will pay.

I look down at Veda and notice her attention is glued on Allison and I’m astonished to see jealousy in her expression. Trying to see my head of marketing through Veda’s eyes, I admit men might find her attractive, but I’m certainly not one of them. All I need is sitting on my lap with her fingers curled in the collar of my shirt. “I don’t like the way she looks at you,” Veda whispers.

I massage her knee with my hand. “She just watched me have an orgasm. Whatever odd way she’s looking at me is probably warranted.”

Veda clearly doesn’t appreciate my wry comment. “You said you would fire the women I pointed out.” She pouts in Allison’s direction and I notice for the first time that my employee is eyeing me with…speculation. Interest. “I don’t want her around you,” Veda finishes.

I drop my mouth to Veda’s ear, so I can speak without being heard. “Angel, do you have any idea how much you’ve addicted me? I’m counting the minutes until everyone leaves so I can push your legs apart. Going to get your pink cunt all creamy with my mouth. Then I’m going to put your hair in pigtails and bounce you up and down on my cock. You think there is anyone in this room—in any fucking room—that could get me hotter than that? Than you?” She squirms in my lap and I know I’ve turned her on. She’ll be as addicted to fucking me as I am to fucking her, soon enough. “Now be a good girl and keep your thighs pressed together until we’re alone. I want that tight hole kept warm and prote

cted until I’m ready to use it.”

After everything I’ve said, her cheeks are flushed, but she’s not reassured. Not entirely. She tosses me a stubborn look and I have the sudden premonition that trouble is ahead. My angel likes to get her way, by fair means or foul, and she also has the advantage of knowing I’m wrapped around her little finger.

“Veda,” I warn. “We’ll sort it out later.”

Keeping her gaze locked on Allison, Veda turns her face into my neck and licks a path up to my ear lobe. There is a distinct pause in the presentation, but it’s nothing compared to the silence that ensues when Veda shrugs off her towel, baring her bikini-clad body to the room. The silence doesn’t last long, however, because a low chorus of masculine groans fills the room at the vision Veda creates: a ripe, young blonde, too-sexy-for-her-own-good, her tits and ass barely contained within the white nylon bathing suit.

But I see none of the white, because my vision is draped in red. My throat closes up as I lean sideways to scoop up the towel, intending to cover what belongs to me, but Veda catches my mouth with her own first. I can’t pull away because she’s succulent, her mouth like a juicy peach. The comparison forces me to remember how she looked on her knees, her lips straining around my girth…and then I’m kissing her back. I’m wild in a heartbeat, fucking her mouth in front of everyone.

Veda is so slight that I have no problem lifting up her body and twisting her around, so her legs are draped over the arms of my chair, her pussy pressing down on my erection, warm and compact. They’re seeing too much of her, so my hands go to her ass, cupping those sweet, round cheeks with the intention to hide them. But her mouth is moving with mine in complete disregard for the rest of the world, so I knead them instead…and then she levers herself up with the use of the chair’s arms and bounces back down, freeing her tits from the white triangles.