She's Still Too Young (She's Too Young 2)

We rise from the table, and my security melts out of the crowd to assist Jack when he staggers forward. I expect him to take issue with the men keeping him from face planting on the ground, but he’s still got a few brain cells firing, because he allows the help. We make it to the car without incident, and Jack is placed in the front seat with the driver where he promptly falls asleep against the door.

Veda is silent beside me on the ride home, but she’s infinitely more…amorous than usual. I’m usually the initiator when it comes to our physical relationship, but that’s mainly because I can’t keep my goddamn hands off her longer than a few seconds when we’re in the same room. Knowing this about me, Veda plays the seductress. The tease. The flirt. As we glide through the streets of Amsterdam, she’s not being outright suggestive, but she continues to slide her hands up my thighs, trailing agile fingers across my abdomen, laying lingering kisses on the underside of my chin, the side of my neck. By the time we’re a block from the house, my breath is sawing in and out, my legs wide open, just begging for her to jack me off.

Light from the streetlamps filters in through the tinted back window, allowing me to look down the neckline of her dress where it gapes open, showing off tits that were made to be fondled in the backs of town cars by desperate hands, made to accept a man’s release and drip with it. Tits that spend the week pressed against the innocent blouse of a schoolgirl uniform, but that I plan on using for sin tonight.

“Veda.” I catch her wrist before she can drag it over my stomach again and bait my hard-on. “I want to take my time with you for once. After what you said…” I can’t go on. Only recently have I been required to express my emotions, and I’m still not adept at the task.

Veda turns more fully in the back seat and winds her arms around my neck. “You can take as much time with me as you need.” She breathes against my Adam’s apple, licks her tongue out to taste it. “I’m not going anywhere.”

Fuck, she has my mind scrambled. Forget about my body. My cock could be used as a deadly weapon right now and she hasn’t even touched it. “Let my men take your father inside to one of the lower floors.” I noticed today that the ground level of the five-story home, while still connected to the house, has a separate entrance, so I instructed my security via text when we climbed into the car to take Jack there. “We’ll follow after.”

She nods and lounges back against the seat, head lolling with her little champagne buzz, letting me look my fill as the vehicle pulls to a stop outside the house. As were my directions, Jack is taken from the car and guided in a half-unconscious state down to the first floor. I’m grateful Veda’s focus is on me and not the scene outside the car, because I wouldn’t want her to be disturbed by it. I can’t remember a time when my father was anything but stone-cold sober, brisk and unflappable but I imagine as a young man, seeing him incapacitated would have thrown me, at the very least, and I won’t let Veda be upset by anything else this evening.

As soon as the door closes behind Jack and my men send me a thumbs up from the courtyard, I exit the car and circle to Veda’s side, easing her out and into my arms. Climbing up the stairs to a home is exactly what I want out of life, and I pause to savor the moment. She’s gazing up at me like I’m her hero, and I have to breathe through the ache forming in my chest.

When we get inside and through to the living room, however, the mood changes like fingers snapping. I set Veda on her feet, but she doesn’t go far at all. Oh no. The girl is whimpering as she attacks my belt buckle, whipping the leather through my pant loops and falling to her knees to put herself mouth-level with my cock. “Ramsey,” she says reverently, cupping me in her hands. “I need this.”

“Say what you need, like a big girl.”

She looks up at me through her forest of eyelashes. “I need you to fuck my little mouth hard.” I’m still reeling from how hot that made me when she lowers my zipper and pushes down my briefs, allowing my pained length to bob free. “You’re always calling my mouth pretty, but I think that’s just because you want to make it messy. Don’t you?”

“Yes,” I grit out, reaching down to wrap a hank of blonde hair around my fist. “Just like last time. Take what you can and use your hand on the rest.” I bite back a vile curse when she taps her tongue against the head of my cock, the subtle wet slapping noise reaching up and blowtorching my control. “Come on, angel. Every inch we get closer to your throat makes me a very happy man.”

“You don’t understand,” Veda says, her breath coasting over my length. “I want you to…make me.” She wraps both hands around my dick and strokes, strokes, strokes with such a tight grip, I’m practically cross-eyed by the third trip up and down. “Be that man you were today when your hands were around my throat. Look at me. I love that man. I want to be what that man needs.” Her voice is hypnotic as she looks up at me. “I’m the mermaid to your predator.”

There’s a fleeting realization that I’ve been taking it somewhat easier on her since she came back, whereas I took her virginity like a savage. When she came back to me on the roof of my building, I now recall her telling me she craved that animal side of me. Have I been holding back to make her more comfortable? To prove I’m the man she deserves? When what she really needs is the kind of man who would purchase an innocent girl from her father and addict her to pleasure.

A man exactly like me.

“Hold on to the backs of my thighs.” My voice is quiet, but she hears the steel in it, revealed in the timid nod she gives me, her quick compliance. I grip her chin in one hand and guide my cock into her mouth with the other. “You open up now and give me what I bought and paid for.”

With a half gasp, half moan, she slides her lips halfway down my swollen dick. The first time I managed to get Veda on her knees, she was grateful that I’d fished her mother’s locket out of my pool just before the drain could claim it. This time, it’s different. She’s not hesitant or pouting because I’ve asked to come on her pretty, upturned face. Nor will that be happening tonight. God no. I’m too hard up for pussy after spending the entire evening with her taste on my tongue without the privilege of having been inside her body.

Her tongue laps at the underside of my cock head, her lips descending once more on a purr, sending a drilling pleasure to my sack, tightening the hanging flesh. My thigh and stomach muscles are already aching with the strain of holding back my seed, yet I can’t stop myself from cupping the back of her head, holding her steady and rolling my hips, feeling my tip hit the back of her throat.

“Keep your eyes on the man who owns that mouth. Don’t look away from him, or he’ll have to remind you before you’re ready.” My fingers twist in her hair, and I’m pumping like a desperate, mating animal, when I notice a figure move in the back hallway, near the staircase that leads from downstairs. It’s just a shifting in the shadows, more of a feeling than anything, but I trust the sensation of awareness crawling up my spine, twining with lust until I can’t tell the two apart. I know who it is. I know by continuing with no shame, I’m crossing some kind of line, but I keep going. No, I go harder. There’s no choice. The suckle of her mouth is too sweet, her stroking hands too earnest and eager to please, twisting, sliding, squeezing.

And fuck it. I’ll claim her as mine in this final way. Wrong or right.

A growl rips from the pit of my stomach. “I bought a good girl, didn’t I?” One hand on her head, the other on the base of my dick, I jerk myself while she sucks me off, allowing a drop of moisture to coat the tongue making me crazy. It’s a struggle not to let every ounce of m

y need loose when she moans, her eyelids fluttering as if she loves the taste. “Want to know a secret, angel? I would have given my entire net worth for a ride of that virgin, teenage pussy. Still would. I’d do it just for the memory of seeing blood on the inside of your thighs.”

Possession rages like an inferno in my veins, any measure of sanity I’ve managed to maintain taking a back seat to the obsession with claiming Veda. In every way. And when heat begins to build in my stomach, letting me know the end could come at any time, I know what needs to be done. What Veda is asking for without realizing and what I’ve been fantasizing about for weeks.

Using her hair, I draw her face away from my straining cock, loving the way she looks up at me with a wet mouth, waiting to be given instructions. But I’d rather show instead of tell, so I draw Veda to her feet and turn her around, sliding my hands down her arms and helping her brace against the back of the sofa. The hallway where the shadows shift is to her right, but based on her body language, I can tell she doesn’t know we have an audience.

“Show me what I want to see,” I breathe into her hair. “Show me what I’m finally going to fill up tonight.”

Her legs begin to shake against mine, tension thickening in the air, but my girl does what she’s told. While I lean back and watch, she lifts her skirt, leaving it bunched around her waist, and pushes her panties down, stopping when they reach her knees. Then she clasps her ass cheeks in two hands and spreads them for me, a little whimper escaping to mingle with my growl.

We’ve been preparing for this. Slowly. A finger that turned into two over time, spreading that puckered entrance while I abused her cunt. She’s usually so close to an orgasm by the time I slide in my lubed-up digits and pump them in and out, she’s only half aware, which has made it easier to ready that forbidden place my cock wants to test. To own.