Stir

“Ask me any questions you have right now, Pequeña. Make sure it is all the shit you need to get out because once we really get started, the time for talking and figuring out is done. Once that pussy is impaled on this..” he humps his lap, showing me what he is giving me and I moan involuntarily, head moving forward. He lifts my chin and makes me look at him. “There will be no going back. I will own every inch of you and no one from your father to the big man upstairs will keep you from me. Now ask me, Imogen.”

Holy mother. “Why me? There are so many pretty girls at the school who can actually date and not have to sneak around. I don’t get it.” There. I have said it.

“First of all, there is no one more beautiful, baby. You are breathtaking. Your smile warms everything cold that is inside of me. Your voice is the melody I follow every day, telling me where to go so that I always make it back to you. Knowing I am going to be the first, last… no fuck that, only man to have you, own you, claim you and take you is the very thing that keeps me waking up.”

“Wow.” I know my face shows shock and disbelief. I lower my gaze not sure I won’t cry if I don’t break eye contact. He has other plans. He puts a hand on each side of my head and forces me to continue to look at him.

“I wish I had some concrete answer to give you. Something to hold on to, but honestly all I know is ever since I sat next to you, I see nothing in my dreams or when I awake but your face and our future.” His words are beautiful. But his gaze is searing.

I sit on his lap, my head on his shoulder. His hand is rubbing my back and playing with my hair. “Everything about you is so soft.” The declaration is said low with a hint of reproach, although I believe he is saying it more to himself. “I am going to have to be careful with you, aren’t I? I bet you bruise easily, don’t you, baby?”

“I do.” I whisper into his neck. I can’t stop myself from kissing the spot below his ear, lingering long enough for my tongue to have a taste. He growls and grinds my clit against his cock, before smacking my ass through my pants. A freaking flash of lightning goes through my body and straight to the little nub that has been waking me in the middle of the night since I met him.

“Behave.” he growls before rubbing the part he just smacked. “I can’t have things blemishing this milk and cream complexion. Unless I am marking you.” He says that last part against my lips before licking the seam and looking at me.

“Marking me?”

“Yes. Staking my claim. Leaving marks so all the limp dick boys know a man has taken it all from you. You belong to me now, little one and even more so once I break through that cherry.”

“What does it mean Alex?” I keep asking him that hoping at some point his answer seeps in and seems less surreal.

“That means I get to kiss you when I want. I am the only one who can see these.” He pulls my shirt up and bra down. His hand covers my tits, kneading them with a fierce possessive touch.

“Oh. Alex, I shouldn't love your hands on me b-but I do.” Jezebel is honest right now.

“That's good baby. So good because you will only ever know my hands.” He says this and his fingers pinch and pull my nipples. God my panties are drenched. I am rocking against his pant covered bulge crying into the night.

“Don’t stop Alex. Please.”

“Never, Pequeña. I will never stop tasting these peaches.” his tongue barely touches my peaks and I shout into the night. He growls his approval. He laves each of them, taking control of my pleasure like it is his. “This body is mine, baby. Even here.”

His fingers trail down my stomach causing cramps to take over me. I try to suck in my thick belly, embarrassed for him to feel the pudginess there. “Don’t fucking hide from me. I am going to lick, bite and touch every plush inch of you. Say ‘yes, Alex’.”

“Yes, Alex.” The words slide off my tongue like silk. Like they were meant to be spoken to this man, at this moment. He rewards me by sliding his fingers into my leggings. He makes circles over my panties applying light pressure to the spot I need him to touch. I spread my legs, unconcerned by the carnal sin I am moments from committing.