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Even my rejections were foreplay for us at this point. The sterner the better.

“I’m not a kid,” she said stubbornly. “I’m eighteen, and you want me. I don’t understand the hold up.”

“I think you should go to bed before this gets out of hand,” I told her. I knew that was what would be best, even if I didn’t feel it.

She approached me, got close enough to grab, and I knew I was in trouble. “At least give me a kiss goodnight.”

Goddammit.

I did it. I had her straddling me in my chair, shirt open to fondle her and kissed her, letting my mouth show her what I wanted to do to every part of her. Cajole. Seduce. Invade. Dominate.

I pulled back to look at her gorgeous tits, fondling them, rolling them in my hands, sucking on them. They were big enough to bask in, and I savored them to my heart’s content.

I pulled back from sucking on a sensitive nipple and gasped out, “I’m so obsessed with your tits. It’s been a problem for longer than I’d like to admit.”

I was dry humping her, thrusting up at her, her body jerking, breasts bouncing with each measured jolt. I cupped them, completely enraptured at the sight of her like that, her earnest eyes on me, her body ripe and ready.

Against my better judgment and quite frankly a loss of my self-control, I said to her, “Tell me what you’re fantasizing about. Why did you bring me that book in particular? What you do you want me to do to you exactly?”

“Do you really want to know my fantasies or are you just saying that because you’re hoping they’re the same as yours?” she asked. She was turned on and a bit out of it, but her tone still had a note of coy teasing in it.

“Both. Above all, I want you to be honest.”

She took a deep breath, licked her lips and said, “I want you to pull my hair. Spit on me. Cum on my face. I want you to call me your little slut. I want you to fuck me so hard it hurts, and then I want you to keep going. I want you to use me like I’m your favorite sex toy.”

“Jesus, Nova, you’ve watched too much porn,” I said without meaning to sound quite so judgmental. I’d been expecting something similar to come out of her mouth. It was her bluntness I think that caught me off guard.

“Maybe,” she said, more defiant than defensive. “So what? I want you to fuck me like you hate me, and then I want you to choke me, berate me, make me crawl. Call me any nasty names you can think of. I want you to be bad for me and only me, and when you’re done I want you to take care of me like you love me, to pamper me, and make me feel cherished. I want you to give me a bath and wash my hair and hold me. I want all of your attention, your worst side and your best.”

I studied her carefully, wondering how much of this she really wanted, and how much of it was curiosity.

“Do you hate the idea?” she eventually ventured to ask. “Does it turn you off?”

“I don’t think I’m capable of being turned off by you at this point,” I said, being honest without answering right off the bat. “But I probably won’t spit on you. I’m also not sure I should indulge you with the rest of it. I’m not sure it’s what’s best for you.”

“Please,” she begged. “Don’t tell me it’s bad, that I’m bad, just be bad with me. And then be very, very good.”

I continued to study her, torn. I’d have no problem giving her what she wanted. The problem was that I wanted to give it to her like that too much.

“You’re the perfect person to do this to me,” she said, like the little vixen could read my mind. “You don’t need it, so I’ll have no problem telling you if it’s too much, and you won’t hesitate to listen.”

She was the most irresistible enticement for me, but I managed not to give her a straight answer just then, instead kissing her and fondling her, distracting her off the topic so I could step back and think about it without my dick completely taking over the decision.

We got carried away, and I almost came in my pants again.

Instead, panting, I pushed her off me.

She looked like her brain was too addled with lust to form a coherent thought.

Also, she was topless and looking at me with her heart in her eyes.

I’d never been so tempted by anything in my life.

She was gorgeous and so utterly fuckable, I was gritting my teeth.

“Put your top back on and go to bed, pet,” I told her.

She obeyed half of that, walking away topless, her shirt still on the floor at my feet.