He doesn’t laugh, or tease me for my desperation. If anything, his expression intensifies.
“Yeah, my baby girl wants it bad.”
I nod frantically. “Yes.”
His cock prods my entrance, but he doesn’t slam into me. He thrusts gently, nudging himself inside me inch by thick inch, while leaning over, staring down at me. Watching my every reaction. Another drag of his cock out and back in. Stretching me open, filling me, the friction of his cock against my sensitive skin shooting sparks ofpleasure all over me. I roll my hips, arch my back to invite him deeper. When he seems satisfied I’m ready, he moves fast and wild, pounding into me over and over. The counter is slick with our sweat, and I slide a little. Dante pauses, fumbling with my shoes, ripping my jeans off my legs. He cups his hand over my shoulder, holding me in place for his punishing thrusts. I wrap my legs around his waist and hang on.
It doesn’t take long for his cock to bring me right to the edge. Hot shivers work down my body as I reach my peak. I scream out words that make no sense, my body jerking from the orgasm tearing through me.
Above me he shudders, opens his mouth and lets out a harsh shout. But his eyes never leave my face. His arms shake, the cords in his neck stand out, but he keeps pounding his hips wringing every last bit of pleasure from both of us.
When he finishes, he lowers his head, touches my mouth with his. This is different from our earlier encounters. It’s tender and grateful and wonderful.
Dante
As our heart rates slow, I’m slammed with one thought.
I’m fucked.
I’m so motherfucking fucked.
This girl.
My longtime cold, bitter heart is shattering and disintegrating. In its place is something alive, warm, and pulsing with need to possessthis girl.
I can’t afford to be warm in my life. Anything that belongs to me can be used against me.
The thought of anyone harming her has me ready to dismember men with my bare hands. This isn’t just some weekend fuckfest. I know this. I’m already planning to move her into my goddamn house for fuck’s sake.
“You okay, baby girl?”
Those beautiful pink lips curve into a soft smile. “Yes. I’m more than okay.”
Fuck, she’s sweet. I don’t want to pull out of her, but my softening cock and soggy condom say it’s time. I toss the condom in the trash and clean up. Holding my hand out to her, I pull her into a sitting position and help her off the counter.
She stares up at me with a cute, awed expression. “My legs are shaking.”
I can’t help laughing. “Mine too, babe.”
Stalking over to the sink, I pull down two glasses, fill one with water, and hand it to her. She gulps it down in greedy pulls and sets the glass on the counter. As I take a few sips from my own glass, her gaze bounces around the room. As if on autopilot, she starts picking up our discarded clothes.
“Leave it.”
“But—”
“Leave. It.”
She sets the clothes in her hand on the counter. “Okay.”
Taking her hand, I lead her upstairs and we get ready for bed. The lights are off and I’m under the covers for a few minutes when she slides next to me. Even in the dark,I sense her hesitation. Lifting my arm out, I beckon her to me. “Come on, baby girl.”
She nudges and nuzzles her way under my arm, throwing her leg over mine, wrapping her arm around my waist and after a few minutes falls asleep.
The rest of the weekend is pretty much the same. We fuck. We talk. Karina cooks for us. She’s a hell of a cook, making me want her even more.
Sunday night we’re in the living room. I’m on the couch. She’s sitting on the floor between my feet doing her homework.
Yeah, it’s weird. But I keep reminding myself she’s eighteen.
