Only then will I breathe free and calm again. Only then will all the torment of my past truly be vanquished.

I’ve been as happy here in this magnificent ocean front home as I ever have, but still, a real happiness and contentment eluded me until she walked through that door. Now, I can’t imagine not having her here. Not having her in my sight every second of every day. I need her here forever, and I have to figure out how to make that happen.

All I can think about is how her kiss tasted. Sweet and sultry as I focus on her lips and all the filthy things I want to do with them. I imagine what that velvety tongue of hers would feel like lapping at my balls. Running around the tip of my dick, down the thick vein that is throbbing and pulsing right now, desperate for any contact with her.

I feel the warm, sticky cum seeping into my damp jeans and I wonder if her sweet pussy is spreading the same warmth through her little bikini bottoms.

I release a feral growl as I grip the back of her neck and pull her mouth to mine. Our lips crush together as she lets out little whimpering moans and lust pounds through my body.

I think she’s going to pull away as my tongue ties with hers and she shifts on the floor. But, she does the opposite, her hands press on my chest and move me from my crouched position onto my ass, leaning against the front of the sofa as she climbs onto my lap and my balls nearly let loose.

I slide my hands down and grip that fantastic ass, pulling her up and against my aching cock. She’s so small, that raging fear I’m going to hurt her makes me pause, but when she presses her tits against my chest I’m back to fast forward.

My hands want to be everywhere and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop touching her now that I’ve started. She’s barely a wisp as I shift, grabbing her ass cheeks with both hands and lifting her onto me, backing myself off the floor and onto the soft cushions of the massive velvet sofa I’ve used maybe a handful of times since I moved in.

I leave her mouth only because I want to taste the rest of her. I kiss and lick her neck, her earlobe, then back to where her nape slopes to her shoulder, and listen to her making this amazing fucking sound that seals her fate.

“I’m going to claim you. Those fucking noises you make are killing me. I’ll never be able to live without hearing that for the rest of my life.”

“You do know how to use those lips. That mouth. I don’t think I’ve ever made noises like this before.”

“And you won’t ever again unless you are with me.” I growl into her ear. “You want that, don’t you? To make those noises for me, and only for me, because you’re mine.”

I half expect her to push off and grab a knife from the kitchen, because I sound like a psycho. But instead, she pulls at my wrist, taking one hand and sliding it up under my damp t-shirt. I take her luscious round tit in my palm, fingers on the cool hard nipple, and look to see her eyes hazy with lust.

“You should know…”

“What?”

“If this is going where I think it is, I know I’m not an eighteen-year-old naïve flower…” Her words take on a self-deprecating tone and I reach up and grip her chin.

“I don’t want or care about any eighteen-year-old any kind of flower. I care about you.”

“I’m twenty-six. I own two restaurants. I live a big life in so many ways, but in others.” She presses her lips together as her green eyes dilate. “Small life. No boyfriends, no relationships, and definitely no—” She looks down where our bodies are touching, the heat from her pussy tearing through me like a blazing comet. “Sex. Like, any sex. Maybe it was my overbearing brothers scaring every possible suitor away.”

“When I meet them, I’ll buy them both a beer. And, a secret for you no one knows. No one.”

“What?” Her eyes widen, lips pressed together, anticipating, and I can’t believe I’m going to say it but it spills out like water over a cliff.

“I’m thirty-seven…I’ve fought in two wars. Killed more men than I want to admit. Lived all over the world but never felt at home. Not in a place and not with a person. Until now.”

I swallow and finish. “Baby, my dick is as chaste as your little honeypot there. The only fuck it’s had is my own hand.”

“No.” She gasps.

“Yes. Maybe it was a self-torture thing. Maybe it was self-control, or denial of anything that felt good, but whatever the fuck it was, now I know it was because I was waiting. For you.” She lets out that sweet, life-changing giggle again and my heart races. “You want to belong to me, don’t you?”

I go to work on that magical spot on her neck again and she melts into me, breathing out a low, “Yes”.

Knowing she’s in this even a fraction of how far I’m in ignites the primal animal gnashing around inside of me.

I take her hips, grind her little pussy down on my cock. “You wore that little bathing suit just to drive me crazy, didn’t you?”

“Mmmhmmm,” she agrees as I hump us together.

“If you think you’re ever going to prance around other men in something like that without me around, I’ll spank your ass until you realize the error of your ways.” The words are harsh but there’s a deep truth in them, and the idea of my hand warming her ass only makes the ravenous hunger for her claw inside me more painfully than before.

Her legs open up as we rock back and forth, her head back now, giving in as I roll her hard nipple in my fingers and her body winces on a hiss. “Little pain for my baby. I think you need that, don’t you?”

Another moan of agreement couples with her hips flexing faster, faster. She’s taking point now, grinding into me. “You know I’m taking what’s mine, don’t you, little girl? The way your fingernails are digging into my shoulders, you never want to fucking let go.”

I let her go for broke as my hands find the hem of my long t-shirt that’s covering her and strip it upward, her hands leave my body for just long enough to pull it off, then she’s right back to riding me like a proper little cowgirl.

Her big round tits bounce in my face and I’m mesmerized. The nipples are dark and pulled tight. Her skin is cool and soft as my blood pulses hot through my veins. Looking at her is heaven and hell. Pleasure and torture knowing her sweet cherry is going to be mine, but I’ll only have one time to take it and I want it to be perfect.

I need to pace myself. Hold back the lust rage she’s whipped up inside of me until that virgin pussy of hers is weeping and begging for every inch it’s going to take from me.

Her eyes dance on mine, lids wavering between open and closed as her movements turn frantic, like she’s chasing some distant treasure just out of reach. I smooth my hands down her back, feeling the tension in her muscles, then lean in and take a full mouth of her tit, fucking that sweet nipple down deep.

Her body shudders under my hands and I can’t remember ever wanting to be inside anyone before now. I want to ravish that innocent cunt and take up permanent residence until she swells with what’s ours and every motherfucker in the world knows to stay the hell away from my family.

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