She squeezes her thick thighs together and resituates on the bed. “What?”
“I heard you say my name, Kitten. Why did you say my name when you were touching yourself?”
“You must have heard me wrong.” She diverts her gaze away, and there’s something about the shy innocence that sends a pulse to my cock even stronger than the last.
It’s so strong that I let myself forget the repercussions of sitting next to her on the bed. I let myself forget the consequences of pushing back her hair, of breathing her in, of brushing my lips against the hollowed curve of her neck.
“Tell me the truth. Did I hear you wrong, or are you embarrassed that I heard you?”
Her breath catches, and she sighs ever so slightly as I brush the lobe of her ear.
“You don’t have to tell me. You can go back to showing me.”
Her gaze meets mine for half a second before it darts away again. “I can’t.”
“Why can’t you?”
“We’re not thinking straight.”
“What would happen if we were?”
“If we were thinking straight, we’d both know this is a horrible idea, and we’d stop before we hurt anyone.”
“Do we have to hurt anyone? Couldn’t I just enjoy watching you play? It’s what you want, right?”
“No,” she darts her gaze toward me, “I want so much more than that. I wantyou.I want your hands. I want to know what you feel like pressing inside of me. I know it’s wrong, Duke, but I think about it a lot.”
What the fuck is happening?
My chest tightens and warms all at once as my cock grows harder. She wants me to fuck her. She’s been thinking about me too.
I pace back and forth trying to refocus my mind on the repercussions. She’s my best buddy’s daughter. The daughter of the guy I have a business with. The daughter of the guy I went to war with. The daughter of the guy that trusts me.
Yet, for some reason, I can’t stop myself.
“Lay back and touch yourself for me, Kitten. I need to hear you come.”
She pauses for a few long seconds as though she too is thinking over the consequences of our actions, then leans back slowly and stares at me. “I want you to touch me.”
“If I touch you, we have something to hide. If I watch, we’re just playing pretend.”
“Seems pretty real to me.” She breathes gently as she lifts her sweater and lands the dildo against her pussy with a jump. “Very real.”
“Good girl.” I move closer to her side, tucking my hands in my pockets to curb the temptation to touch her soft body, though my mouth is salivating for more. “Now tell me what you think about.”
I rub my cock through the pockets of my jeans as I watch her squirm against the vibrations.
“I, ugh,” she pants and lets the words fall slowly from her lips as though she’s new to talking such filth, “I think about how you’d feel on top of me, how you’d feel inside of me, how you’d feel taking my virginity.”
Virginity.
Part of me wants to ask her to clarify what she just said. The other half doesn’t want to look like a deer in headlights. Ialso don’t want to admit how insanely turned on I am thinking about being her first.
I step toward her, my hands still tight in my pockets. “Will you do as I ask, Kitten?”
She swallows hard and stares up at me, bending into the vibration as she nods ever so slightly.
Fuck, I’m not going to make it!
