“Good girl,” he rasps.
I melt.
“You’re going to be such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
A whimper escapes me, and all the things that could mean race through my head. All theoretical, from books. I have no experience with any of it.
“So sweet,” he says huskily, running a possessive hand down my side, before pushing in over my belly and then cupping my pussy as though he owns it. And me.
I suppose he does.
“Mmm.” He gives a satisfied sound of approval. “Your knickers are damp. Is that for me?” It’s not really a question, because he knows it is. “You’re desperate, aren’t you?”
And I am. I’m hot and achy, and his words pulse sparks through my core. But also…
“I’m a virgin,” I blurt out.
He stills.
I squeeze my eyes shut and curse inwardly as the silence stretches out.
“No one has ever breached that little wet hole, hmm?” He grips my pussy tighter, and one finger splits my seam, pressing and rubbing through my knickers before he drags his hand away.
I moan and shudder as pleasure spikes from where he touched, and I’m hollow with disappointment as he shifts back.
Then his hands land on my hips and grasp the shorts he gave me, and tugs them and the knickers down in one impatient movement. He draws them down my legs, and I don’t stop him. I don’t even protest, or cry.
He’s going to… Oh my god. Despite what I said.
Through the disbelief, there’s a shameful flame of what I can’t deny is arousal. He’ll take exactly what he wants, and my cheeks are burning because he’s absolutely glorious.
I sit up a bit, wanting to see him partly undressed. But instead of reaching for his jeans, he leans forwards and slides one hand into the gap between my knees.
Even though the mask no longer covers his face, I can’t tell what he’s thinking at all.
“Don’t worry,” he croons. “I won’t break you like that until you beg me to.”
My mouth falls open in shock, but I don’t scream.
“But I’m going to make you desperate. Needy. Spread for me, lapochka.”
10
KIRILL
I lower my face to her pelvis and push firmly on her inner thigh. She yields, allowing me to part her legs.
Her slit is pink and dripping with her cream, and my mouth waters. Hervirginlittle pussy, and it’sall mine. Though I long to dive right in, I start with those pretty legs of hers, the soft skin giving way where I press open-mouthed kisses. I can’t bear to lose contact with her, dragging my stubbled jaw over her delicate thighs and yeah, I like that too.
I want her to wear marks from her time with me.
A baby. The thought rises unbidden, and I push it away. She wouldn’t want to get pregnant with someone like me, and I can’t take her virginity, much as my erection disagrees with that limit.
Questionable as my morals are, I can’t take her first time. And I definitely can’t get an innocent, sweet girl almost half my age pregnant.
But I can make her come so hard she never forgets me.
Tess wriggles a bit, and I clamp my forearm over her hips, holding her in place for me to feast.
