Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Alistair

This house feels different with her inside of it.

I’ve never wanted to be around another person…at all.

Let alone so fucking badly. She’s like a steady heartbeat in the middle of a gale, the purity of it, the reassurance of her, drawing me closer. Closer.

I thought telling her about my past might make her understand why I’m such a bastard—and why I’ll continue to be one. But she clammed up when I tried to kiss her. Have I ruined anything that might happen between us? If I could turn back the clock an hour and change my actions, I would. I’d allow the perfect exploration of her mouth on my cock without turning it into something forceful.

Better yet, I’d go down on her instead.

My dick is already hard from being close to Shelby, but it swells painfully when I think of getting my tongue between her thighs. Now that will be an effective apology. Far better than words. But first, I have another impulse that is entirely unlike me. I want to…be sensitive with this girl. Whatever the hell that means. As she revealed downstairs, she knows nothing about sex and knowing that, I should have taken more time to introduce her to the needs of the flesh.

“Thank you, Pauline,” I say briskly. “You may leave the brownie and go.”

My housekeeper does as I ask, setting the plated dessert on a side table next to one of the couches in the center of the library, bustling from the room again without a word. With my hand on the small of Shelby’s back, I guide her to the couch and sit her down. Then I pick up the plate and take the spot immediately beside her, carving out a bite onto the fork and dipping it in whipped cream.

“Open,” I say, holding the chunk of brownie to her lips. “Get the taste of my behavior out of your mouth.”

She accepts the bite and chews it slowly, her green eyes turning dreamy over the taste. “You know, you’re not entirely at fault. I’m sorry for pretending to drown.”

“As I recall, you tried to give me the perfect apology,” I say hoarsely, my attention riveted by the sensual movements of Shelby’s lips and throat. It takes a mighty effort to stop ogling the lower half of her face and serve her another bite.

“Is that a normal way for women to apologize?” she asks.

“I’ve never been in a relationship long enough to have an argument with a woman, nor have I wanted to. I have no idea.” The way she looks up at me with an earnest expression, as if waiting to be taught, has me softening my tone. “No, I wouldn’t say it’s typical. But when…partners have an argument, I assume that sex is a way of reconnecting. So it’s not out of the question.”

She nods, looking thoughtful as she consumes her next bite. “That tracks. My brothers fight with their girlfriends all the time. And then they go into the bedroom for a little while and…and when they walk out, everything is solved.”

“I doubt that,” I say dryly. “They’ve just gotten off, Shelby.”

A line appears on her forehead. “What is getting off?”

This poor angel. She’s in desperate need of an education about men and women. This kind of thing requires patience, kindness—and I’m sorely lacking in both of those qualities. I’m the only one here, though. Furthermore, the idea of someone else talking to my angel about fucking makes my temper flare. I’d kill another man for speaking to her about any of this.

What the hell is happening to me?

Suddenly, I’m tossing the plate aside and pulling her onto my lap, facing her toward me in a straddle, groaning inwardly at the hot pressure of her cunt in my lap.

“Getting off.” I unbelt her robe and shove it open, barely hearing her over the sound of my pounding pulse. Fuck. Fucking Christ. She is almost obscenely sexy. Untouched. Supple and young and sweet. And I’m achingly aware in this moment that I didn’t allow myself to come after she gave me head. My balls are filling to the breaking point, all because of her. What she does to me. “Getting off means sexual relief, Shelby. When I put my cock inside of your pussy, we’re going to rub them together. A lot. Sometimes fast, sometimes slow. My cock is going to push in deep, slide out and go deep again.” I brush my thumb up and down on the dampening slit between her legs, my breath turning shallow from having this conversation with her, speaking so frankly about what we’re going to do together. “We’re both very sensitive in these places, angel. When we create friction here, we’re building toward something.”

“What?” she breathes, looking down at my thumb in wonder.

“I have seed inside me, baby. I plant it inside you.” I push the robe off her shoulders completely, rendering her totally naked, then return my fingers to her spread pussy, finding her clit with the pad of my thumb. “It’s going to feel very good when I do that. For both of us. Because I’m going to be stroking this little bud, fucking you toward an orgasm.”

“Orgasm,” Shelby gasps. “That’s another word for getting off?”

“Yes.” Slowly, I turn us and lay Shelby down on the couch, memorizing the erotic picture she makes, nude and rosy on my library couch, blonde hair fanned out around her head. Stripping off my shirt, I reach for the nearby plate, dipping my finger in the whipped cream and leaving a trail of the white, whipped topping down the center of her breasts and belly. “I can make friction with my tongue, too, angel. And before you ask, I don’t know if this is how men apologize.” I lick along the whipped cream path, down to her belly button, swirling my tongue in the indentation. “But it’s how I’m going to apologize to you.”

The scent of innocent pussy has my dick rigid as fuck in my pants, but for once, I ignore my own needs in the name of someone else’s. Because she’s… important. To me. Despite my best efforts to avoid this happening. She’s getting to me a little more with every passing second, affection crowding up against my jugular, sexual hunger turning me inside out. All of it at once. All for her.

“Spread your legs for me, Shelby.”

When shyness makes her hesitate, I put firm pressure on her knees until she relents, parting the soft, dewy flesh between her thighs and turning my entire world upside down. I’ve chased money for as long as I can remember, thinking wealth was the only worthwhile goal for a man. But I was wrong. There is nothing, nothing more worth possessing than Shelby’s sexy little cunt. Pink, bare except for a little patch of blonde hair, it screams virgin.

It screams tight.

It screams mine.

“Once I lick this, angel, I’m the only one who licks it.” I pin her knees open wide. “Is that understood?”

“Yes, sir,” she whimpers.

My groan is loud enough to wake the dead. I’m called sir all day long by my staff and yet when Shelby does it, I almost come in my pants, my mouth latching eagerly onto her pussy, sucking her smooth flesh, inhaling the pure femininity until I can taste her in the back of my throat. I don’t make her wait for that first stroke of my tongue up the split of her sex, stopping at her clit and applying pressure, pressure, before teasing it in quick rubs.

“Oh!” Her thighs jerk, trying to close around my head, but I keep them open. I keep them wide. Because I’m not leaving an inch untouched. This is a claiming. “Al-Al-Alistair. What is…oh, please, please. Keep going.”

Like I could remove my tongue from this paradise?

My cock wants in. It throbs so hard, I’m fucking dizzy, humping the couch cushions like an animal in heat. I remove my hand from where it has been keeping her legs pinned open, circling her entrance with my ring and middle finger. Collecting our combined moisture and using it to push those digits into her virgin hole, my hips pumping faster, nastier, when her tight sex makes a squelching sound.

“Wet and ready little thing,” I growl in between licks of her clit, my fingers plunging in and out of her, ignoring the tight resistance. Stretching her as much as possible so she can take me. And she will take me. Not possessing Shelby now, tonight, would turn me into a madman. Need to have it. Need to have her. “Didn’t even know your cunt could be licked, did you, angel? Now you’re begging for it, rocking all over my tongue. Horny and tight. Goddamn.”

Is it my dirty speech that has her quivering on my tongue, her breath catching above me? Her fingers sink into my hair and pull, punctuated sobs leaving her mouth. “Alistair. I think, I think…”

She doesn’t need to tell me she’s right there, about to break. Her body is communicating the message just fine. Hips twisting, fingers desperate, her hole clenching around my fingers. And then her back arches wildly, a shocked cry ricocheting around the library, sweetness flooding my tongue, coating my fingers. Her orgasm is the best thing I’ve ever tasted in my life and I lap at the source hungrily, my balls dangerously close to losing their contents. So much that I reach down and unzip with a shaking hand to give my erection breathing room.

That urgency from my body is what has me climbing on top of Shelby, already taking my cock out and rubbing it through the valley of her pussy, seed burbling from my tip and dripping onto her, making me crazy to get the rest of it deep, deep within her. As close to her womb as I can. “I’m going to come inside you,” I rasp against her whining mouth, taking her in an aggressive kiss that she eagerly returns, her legs locking around my waist. “I’m going to fuck you raw, little girl. I can’t stop it from happening. You did this to me.”

This time, she kisses me—and my heart vibrates in my chest, beating for the first time in fifteen years. For the first time since I decided being alone was safer. But I don’t feel alone when she strokes my face and gives me her tongue, her pussy wet and willing beneath me like an offering. Desperate, humbled, I take it. Working my swollen cock into her opening an inch at a time, staring into her green eyes as it happens. As I become the man who fucks her. Who keeps her.

“You make me feel so much. Too much,” I confess raggedly, finally giving in to the beastly hunger and pumping deep within her channel, groaning as she constricts around me, her sobs filling my ears. “Shhh, angel. It takes a little pain from you for Daddy to feel so goddamn good. I wish it didn’t have to be this way. Just stay still and it’ll stop hurting soon, baby. My angel. I promise.”

Jesus, I don’t recognize my own voice. Or the words coming out of my mouth.

Daddy?

Who the hell is he?

I don’t know, but as soon as I utter that title, her cunt wraps around me and squeezes, her breath catching in her throat. “Daddy,” she whispers, lifting her hips restlessly. “Want to get my Daddy off.”

My growl rattles the windowpanes—and I’m done waiting for fulfillment. She’s asking for it with her milking little pussy and the way she recites back the education I gave her. Teacher fucks student now. I’m battering her with my hips, the plunge to the back of her cunt a new experience every time. She moans beneath me, her tits shaking from the force of my thrusts, her eyes glazed over, our skin growing slick with sweat. She’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen or touched and I wrap her around me, burying my face in her neck, grunting wildly, needing more, more, more of her. Licking her face, her shoulders, anywhere I can get my tongue on, to claim her as mine.

“Did you like Daddy licking your tight blonde pussy, baby?” I reach down and stroke that little bead of flesh, finding it swollen from being sawed on by my wet cock. When I start to jiggle it, exploiting her sensitivity with the pad of my thumb, her mouth forms an O, her cunt quickening up around me, getting ready for another climax. “I’ll eat it day and night, just take my cock like a good girl afterwards.”

“You’re…” Her fingernails sink into my shoulders, sending a pleasurable sting straight to my balls. “You’re so big inside me. So hard.”

“Only for you, little girl. You made it like this,” I grit out, the lowest part of my back rippling ominously, my balls drawing up, up…and then… “Fuuuuck.” I throw her legs up over my shoulders and bear down, driving into her without mercy, grinding into her tight, clenching hole, letting her innocent muscles work the come out of me, drawing it into her own body where it belongs. “Take it deep, baby. Baby, please. So fucking tight. Jesus Christ.”

I hear Shelby scream, feel the flood of moisture around my pumping dick, and I know she’s having another orgasm. That knowledge heightens my own enjoyment, makes my hips jerk and spasm, my teeth gritted to deal with the pleasure/pain. On some level, I know I’m being too rough with her fragile body, but I can’t stop. Can’t stop until every single drop is inside of her, some of it escaping to roll down her thighs and mine. Until I finally drop down on top of her, letting her legs fall to my sides, vacant of tension for the first time in so long, I’m staggered by the change.

It’s not just my body that enters this state of total oblivion, but my heart.

And in that moment, I know I’ll never, ever let her go.