Ryker
The calls to have this stupid virginity auction reversed have been made. My buddy is taking care of things, and I should be content now. Ivy is safe. I can watch over her, and the threat of some filthy fuck trying to buy her innocence is a memory.
I can calm down. I can let my body relax. I can let off the gas and enjoy her presence without letting these overwhelming urges press into me like a freight train of needs. That was the plan anyway.
Reality is telling a much different story. Reality says my cock weighs heavy in my jeans as I stand in the doorway of the guest room, watching Ivy pull back the sheets as she pouts about being sent to bed early.
I smile as she fusses, knowing full well what this woman needs is a spanking, but I’m not giving her a spanking in this bed. I want her in mine. I want her curvy little frame tucked up against my body all fucking night. I want to go to sleep with her ass pressed against my cock. I want to wake up with my hand on her bare tit and her hair tangled in my beard.
I know none of that is the‘right’decision, but right now, I’m not concerned with what’s right. I’m concerned with quelling these urges that won’t let go of me. These urges that don’t rise for anyone else. She’s a drug. A sweet, sexy, innocent, little drug and I want every fucking drop of her.
“You’re not sleeping in here.”
She turns back toward me all innocent and sweet. “I’m not?”
“No. Go stand next to my bed.”
I watch as she swallows down the lump in her throat, her pretty blue eyes widening as she stares at me.
God, she’s young. Too fucking young.
I have no right to do what I’m doing. There’s twenty-five years between us. She’s a virgin. My best friend’s little sister. That said, she obeys like a good girl, passing by me without making eye contact as she steps into my room and stands by my bed.
I smell her arousal as she walks by. The faint scent of salted sweetness that tells me she’s excited.
Fuck.
My cock aches and my balls tighten up against the base as I follow her short little frame into my bedroom. She stands by the edge of the bed and looks up at me, pale blonde hair resting on her shoulders as the wind knocks limbs against the side of the old mill house.
“Take off my sweatshirt and lay it on the bed.”
I didn’t think I’d be the man who liked giving demands, but I love that she loves it. I love giving her what she wants, what she needs. I love the idea of being the man that soothes her after the storm in her head all day.
Tugging at the hem of the sweatshirt, she lifts it off her thick frame, exposing her perfectly swollen nipples, her big, heavy breasts, and her soft, supple belly.
I see now how soaking wet her panties are. The pink fabric dotted darker on the crotch from how drenched she is.
“Tell me you’re done with all this bullshit with other men.”
She stares up at me, her chest exposed, her delicate arms hanging at her sides. “I want to be done, but I—”
“You sound confused, trouble. Do you need a spanking to remind you who’s in charge?” I turn towards her, mouth salivating, head light, cock pulsing and desperate.
“Yes.” Her answer is nearly a whisper, but I hear it. I hear the soft yearning in her voice. The echoes of her soul rippling up from within her. The aching desire to be taken, to be punished, to be taught right from wrong.
Fuck, I need to get a grip. Nothing can come of this. I’m supposed to be protecting her, not possessing her, not obsessing over her.
“Take off your panties.”
Who the hell am I?
She hooks her delicate fingers into the side of that cute, little thong and tugs, shimmying her hips from side to side as she shakes them to the ground.
I swallow hard and stare at her like the fucking devil, drinking in the swollen pink slit that’s glistening in front of me.
I’m going to hell! There’s no fucking way around it!
I’ve never seen anything more perfect, and all at once, the urges that’ve been bubbling inside of me come roaring out like a wild animal. I need to taste her. I need my tongue running along that glistening seam. I need my cock thrusting inside of her. I need my fingers exploring her depths.
