Shaking my head and pushing the crazy notion aside, I force myself to focus on the here and now instead of what could and what willneverbe.
Adeline's thickly lashed, sparkling, emerald eyes blink up at me. The innocent doe-eyed look on her face does weird things to me, making me feel things I don't want to feel right now, and so I focus on her body instead.
Sitting down on the edge of the bed, leaving about an inch of space between us, my hands tremble as I reach out and stroke her quivering, flat stomach, which feels like the softest silk imaginable. I stifle a groan as I gently trace my hands across her skin.
Knowing that she took a two hour and thirty-three minute shower not long before dinner keeps my demon at bay.
She's clean, I repeatedly tell myself in my head.
The need to be in control begins to override everything else as my hands make their way to the apex of her thighs.
I made her leave the thong on, and she looks like a delicious present I want to unwrap. My fingertips hook into the lace and slowly pull it away and down her legs, unveiling her pretty, pink pussy.
I discard the lace at the edge of the bed and turn my attention back to her. Carefully, I spread apart her smooth, pink lips with my fingertips and stare at her gorgeous little clit. When I run my finger over the little button, Adeline jumps and stares down at me with wide eyes. She squirms under my ministrations, clearly uncomfortable with having me so up close and personal.
My gaze meets hers as I ask her the question I've been dying to ask, even though I don't know if I want to know the answer. "How many men have touched you down here?"
Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and her wavering gaze has me fearing the worst. But when she says, "Just you," I breathe a sigh of relief.
She could be lying to me, but I don't see deceit in her gaze. I see embarrassment at me being the first…the man who bought her.
"How many orgasms have you had?" I ask, wanting --- no,needingto know.
Her eyes squeeze shut, blocking me out. She doesn't want to open up to me, but I know just how to make her talk. Stroking my fingertips up and down her slit, her eyes snap open and her lips part on a gasp.
"How many?" I ask again, more forcefully this time.
"One…the one you gave me," she confesses.
Her answer has my cock growing as hard as steel. "Fuck, Adeline. I want to be your first for everything," I confess to her before I can stop myself.
Her eyes widen at my confession, but she doesn't utter a word. It's probably better that way for both of us after my idiotic slip-up.
Adeline's time here is limited. After tonight, she'll be nothing but a distant memory. And I shouldn't have to remind myself of that fact. She's the seventh one that I purchased for my sick obsession. And once I'm done with her, she'll disappear like all the others before her.
Forcing my attention back to her pretty pussy, I continue to finger her until she's gyrating against my hand on her own volition and gasping out the most melodic noises I've ever heard.
After the second orgasm rips through her and she comes back down from it, there's a noticeable change in her demeanor. She seems calmer now, more relaxed with hooded eyes and the ghost of a smile touching her lips.
I realize she was probably thinking I was going to just force my way inside, ripping through her virginity without an ounce of foreplay. But this isn't how this game works. I want her nice and wet and relaxed when I take her for the first time.
I want her to want this between us…and want me.
Standing, I slowly unbutton my dress shirt, fold it and place it on a nearby chair. I retrieve a condom from the pocket of my dress pants before I strip out of them along with my boxer briefs, meticulously folding them as well before placing them on top of my shirt.
Naked, I stroll back over to the bed and watch as Adeline's eyes greedily drink me in. I spend a lot of time working out to achieve my sculpted body, and I like knowing that she's admiring it. I have numerous scars on my back that she can't see, and I intend to keep it that way.
I don't want to ruin her reverence with the ugly truth of my past.
Her eyes are glued to my heavy, hard cock between my legs, and I almost chuckle at her blatant curiosity. Maintaining a stoic expression, I climb on the bed beside her. Her pink tongue sneaks out past her lips and runs along her lips. I'm entranced by the simple movement as I move between her thighs.
I fist my hard cock, pumping several times and watching her watch me with wide eyes. I rip through the gold foil packet and place the wrapper neatly on the edge of the nightstand before rolling the condom down my length.
Our eye contact is unwavering as I press the head of my cock against her slick entrance. Her smooth, silky thighs involuntarily squeeze against mine, and I breathe through the panic that threatens to rise through me.
Adeline opens her mouth as if she wants to say something, maybe tell me to stop, as if she has a choice right now, but she quickly closes it again, staring into my eyes with trepidation but also…trust. She's trusting me not to hurt her.
A sick part of me wants to hurt her just to make her realize that the world is full of monsters and that you can't truly trust anyone. I know that better than anyone.
