So I bite back that urge, and settle into steady long drives, relentless but careful, making sure I’m hitting every swollen inch inside her.
“So tight for me today. That’s it. Let me in,” I coax, my voice dragging over her gasps. Watching her fists bunch the bedding, I add, “It’ll be over soon.”
“What time is it?” she breathes, her voice slurring and kitten-soft, the question trembling on an exhale. I drop a groan into her hair, and she shivers, vulnerable and needy in response. “I… I m-missed you,” she adds.
Fuck.“I’m here now, little deer.”
With one hand, I thread my fingers through hers, supporting her, a hard brace and a tether. I keep her anchored beneath me, every thrust a promise of relief, working her openas her slick pussy juices and her period blood smear along my cock and balls.
Her mess makes me wild.
She’s close?—
She gasps, hips stuttering. “Oh…”
There it is.
She’s coming.
“Oh, Sir!”
“Yes, sweet girl. Squeeze me. Show me how much you missed me,” I say into her ear as she comes undone, every muscle trembling, her pussy strangling my hard cock.
As she visibly relaxes, I slow down. When she turns her cheek, I kiss the corner of her mouth. “That’s my sweet girl. It’s all over now. You can rest.”
Clenching my jaw, I pull out, my cock thick and glossy, smeared in red from her blood. Still hard. Still needy. But this isn’t about what I want.
I leave her lying satiated on the mattress, and stride to the ensuite, the slap of my cock against my hard abdomen an obnoxious order to finish what I started.
In the warm light of the bathroom, I glance down at my demanding cock. Crimson blood streaks the dark hair around my balls, painting up my shaft and along my tattoo.
Poor sweet girl.
I take a clean cloth from the cupboard and a tampon from the bottom drawer of her vanity, before returning to her side. She has gone limp, splayed softly on the sheets, breathing deeply—totally content. Exactly as I want her.
When I peel away the bloodstained pillow from beneath her hips, she barely stirs. Leaning down, I slide a long finger into her tight pussy lips, just to feel the way she clenches even now, even in her slumber.
She moans long and fatigued.
I withdraw my finger and wipe her pussy with the cloth, her juices and blood soaking through the soft cotton, dampening my fingers.
Gently, I clean her up.
Then, removing the wrapper of the tampon, I insert the applicator, pushing the cotton into her. It’s not the first time I have done this for her. Caring for my little deer is not something I take lightly or do sparingly.
She whimpers, and when I glance up from between her thighs, her eyes are open, but unfocused, drifting on the wall.
“Sir” is all she says, blonde lashes fluttering as she is drawn back under, fatigue drowning her again.
I stand up, dispose of the rubbish in the bin beside our bed, but can’t leave yet. Sheisstunning. Drinking in the sight of her, I pat her head, smoothing her near-white hair down with one hand and squeezing my aching cock with the other.Christ,I want to fuck her again—for hours, for days, until she’s stuffed with me.
But I don’t.
I retrieve my robe and my cigars. I walk out, leaving her sprawled and sleeping, every inch of her relaxed because of me, and head for the parlour to go over security plans.
CHAPTER FOUR
fawn
