He chuckled softly. “No. You actually love this one. Good for you, my boy. I loved my second wife too. Love can be a powerful ally when balanced with your legacy. I told your father the same, but he married for spite, not affection, loyal only to a pretty ghost. Butchers are fiercely loyal. That is why I respect you and always will.”
The call ended soon after that.
I am drawn from my recall by my little deer as her thigh brushes against my stiff cock, my body responding, focusing on that sensation, sending blood and energy rushing through me.
I want to sink inside her—I bare my teeth for just a moment, earning me a blush of innocence from my sweet girl.
“Say it,” I order. “Use your voice.”
She tilts her chin upwards as if guided by an invisible string, capturing my gaze. “I want to come.”
Christ.“I know. What do you say?”
“Please, Sir.”
“Such lovely manners.” She is so vulnerable and unguarded with me. Her body is open and naked before me. The gentle curves of her breasts, the rolling divots of her ribs beneath silky skin.
Her nipples harden under my gaze, water rushing over the curves and valleys of her form. My cock leaks at the sight of her. I want to lick every bead off her skin.
“But first, do you see what I see?” I ask.
“I see you,” she whispers defiantly.
“Look inward, sweet girl. Don’t be facetious.”
“I see a survivor, a mother—your world.”
“The very air I breathe,” I add.
“That air meanseverything,” she murmurs, and in that moment I understand the gravity of her love for me. I will never take it for granted. Never leave her wanting.
Her hips roll in a subtle, instinctive way—a greedy demand for pressure, a dangerous action that sends dark yearning and devious intent through me.
Lowering my head, I bury my fingers in her hair, anchoring her as I trail kisses from her lips to her throat. Her every swallow vibrates against my tongue, reminding me how I still intimidate my little deer. How my mouth still startles her, my presence still stirs her.
Let’s see your sharpened teeth.
I drag my tongue lower, to her breasts as they heave, rising and falling beneath my sucking mouth. I nip gently, then follow with a flick of my tongue, coaxing her nipples into sharper peaks. I hum, mouthing her taut pebbles.
The contrast between her soft, small curves—so fragile and feminine—and the hardened buds that promise primal surrender thrills me to no end.
Her moans deepen.
Husky.
Urgent.
I lavish attention on her.
She threads her fingers through my hair, tugging me closer. My cock bucks against my abdomen. I ache to take her hard against the bathroom wall, but she is tender from the crash, and I am not completely without pain.
When I lower my eyes to her pussy, she instinctively props her knee on my shoulder, opening herself wider. A soft whimper escapes her lips, a vulnerable sound that contradicts the action of pure lust and greed.
My hands trail up her smooth thighs, then gather the gentle curve of her hips. I knead her flesh. With both hands, I grab her hips and arse, drawing her pussy towards my mouth. My little deer meets me, rolling forwards. I slip my tongue inside her, circling and exploring.
She gasps. Her arms brace her against the cool tiles while she bucks and squirms in my palms, pushing and pulling as I eat her out. Wet blonde hair veils her, the ends stroking my shoulders.
Gliding my tongue up and down, my lips suck and devour her tender, eager pussy. Her pelvis sweeps against me, lost in the motion, and I tighten my grip on her hips and arse to keep pace.
