“Do you have any idea what a little temptress you are?” I ask conversationally as I strip off the rest of my clothes, tossing them away.
She shakes her head, lines appearing between her eyebrows as she takes in my naked body.
“You’re so big,” she breathes. I glance down to where her gaze keeps returning. My cock is hard, red, veined, and throbbing. Not a surprise she’s alarmed.
“Your little body will fit my huge cock, don’t worry,” I assure her, roughly palming my length and giving it a few long, lazy strokes. “And since you nearly got to the centre of the maze, I’m going to tell you what I want before I take it.”
I insert one knee between her thighs, pushing her legs apart, and smooth the lines on her forehead away with my fingers.
“I’m going to claim you. I’m going to fuck you and breed you.” A soft gasp reveals that’s probably too much, but I don’t care.
Tugging up her skirt, I groan as her little lace knickers are revealed. “I’ve stroked my cock to the image of you in that underwear every night since you showed them to me,” I admit gruffly. She arches and wriggles to help me remove her dress, and fuck, her body is perfect.
“You’re amazing,” she breathes as her fingers reach up to investigate my chest, and creep downwards, making excitement spike at the base of my spine.
Her innocent curiosity threatens to derail all my plans.
“Not so fast, moya koshechka. I’m going to pleasure you first.” I take her questing hand from my abdominals and put it over her head. Then because she whimpers in protest and her tits are so lovely in this position, I do the same with her other hand, so she’s exposed.
“You belong to me, now,” I tell her, trailing possessive fingertips down her front and over her belly to where her lace knickers are already soaked through. “I’ll push into your hot little body, make you come on my cock, and then I’m going to fill you up with my seed until you’re swollen with it.”
Her eyes drift closed, and I grip her chin.
“Look at me.”
And then her soft brown eyes open again, and she pants, her mouth a sweet and enticing “o”.
I trace my fingers gently down her face. She tilts her head, revealing her tender, vulnerable neck.
“You’re like a stray cat. All beautiful and wary, chirping for attention but not coming close enough to stroke. But now, moya koshechka, you’re my pet. I’m going to collar you.”
I suit my movements to the words, making my hand into a necklace that stretches nearly all the way around her neck because I’m so much bigger than her.
“I’ll give you something to wear here, and a ring around your finger. A ring worth more than some countries’ entire wealth to show you once and for all that you are precious to me. Far too important to allow you to stray from my control.” I tighten my grip on her throat the slightest amount, just enough to let her know I’m the one who holds her now. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.” Her breathing is uneven, her pulse flutters, and as I cast my gaze down, I see her nipples clearly visible through that tease of lace.
“So will you be my good girl and not try to run from me again?” I can’t live without her.
“Is that what you want?” she breathes.
How can she doubt that? “All I want…” I brush my hand down over the smooth skin of her clavicle until I get to the bralette. “Is you.”
I cup her little breast and rub my thumb over the nipple, and she moans.
“So responsive. Such a good girl when you comply.” Leaning down, I put my lips to her nipple, tormenting her with the soft wet of my tongue through the lace. “You’re going to take my cock so well.”
Hooking one finger on the strap of her insubstantial bralette, I drag it down, revealing the swell of her naked breast.
“So beautiful,” I murmur before taking the tip into my mouth to suck. So fucking delicious, her skin is divine. She bucks as I nibble and take ruthless advantage, easing down on top of her and nudging her thighs wider. I continue to lavish attention on her sweet little breast before switching to the other one with a groan of pure desire as she squirms beneath me, unconsciously rubbing my erection on her thighs until it notches where she’s soft and wet.
We both stop.
But for that scrap of lace, I’d be pressing into her. I’d be popping the sweet cherry of her virginity.
“Off.” I’m grabbing at her knickers, and she wriggles as I shove them down her legs. “And that.”
I gesture vaguely, but she understands and scrabbles to get her bralette off. I manhandle her into the middle of the bed and can’t even stop to admire her naked body fully—I have to get my mouth onto that soaking little pussy of hers.
