7. Chapter Seven

Chapter Seven

Ximena

M y moans grow as I open my eyes to find Klaus’ face between my thighs. His scruff burning as his sinful tongue devours me like his favorite dessert. Bringing my fingers through his hair I push myself closer, moving my hips in sync to the way he eats my cunt. I can’t get enough of him. After he fucked me over by the pool a few days ago, we finally ended up getting room service and staying in for the rest of the night. The next day was his game, and I stayed at the hotel resting. I have yet to see him in action as much as I want to, I’m afraid of what people will say if they see us together. He doesn’t care. But he’s my father’s friend and double my age. Could this have a good outcome?

Probably not. Will it? Maybe. Would I risk it all anyway? Absolutely. But first, I would need to come clean. I would need to tell him the secrets that I’ve been hiding. Would he feel differently if he knew? Fuck , his fingers dig into my thighs as he moves away. A small whine escapes my lips involuntarily, as I try to chase his tongue with my hips.

“You shouldn’t be thinking, Little Ember. Let me take away all your thoughts. Chase the pleasure. Fall into the sensation of my tongue on your clit. Use me,” he commands, “Make yourself come on my tongue. Don’t stop until you’re a dripping, needy little fucking mess wanting me to fuck you.”

“Yes, Daddy” I moan, loving the way this man talks. Because holy shit, his mouth is filthy and the shit he does with his tongue. I’d commit sins to remain on his naughty list. It doesn’t take him long to return his attention to my pussy. My fingers curl in his hair as I use him, forcing his face in place as I ride his tongue while he licks and sucks. There’s no way he can breathe at this point. But I won't stop. I can’t. I chase the orgasm on the precipice of taking over my body until I finally fall into pleasure and yell out his name. He slurps up every drop, licking my sensitive clit that causes my body to quake in response.

“Such a good girl. Are you ready for my cock?” He whispers, his chin glistening from the sunlight as he looks up at me. I bite my lip, wanting nothing more of his cock inside me.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready for your game tonight? It is your last game before Christmas.” My eyebrows lift in amusement, watching as his eyes light up with mischief as if he had the most brilliant idea.

“What’s that look for?” I ask, he smiles letting his white teeth shine as he smacks his lips together, savoring my taste.

“You’re going to my game. I have plans for you. Think you can be a good girl for me?”

“I’m not sure if I should be scared, but I’m curious as to what your plans are Coach Payne.”

He lifts himself up, climbing over me slowly until his forearms surround my head while he peppers me with kisses. “Be scared. I’m going to use your body in ways you’ve always dreamt about. I’m going to mark you,” he begins, as he teases me with his cock on my slit. “Until,” thrust. “You can’t think,” thrust. “Of a future without me.”

The thought of another man taking his place, or even attempting to fill me with dread. I wrap my hands around his head and bring him down until his lips touch mine. Our tongues collide in perfect harmony, until all I can hear in my mind are the sounds of keys playing in a perfect melody. The music flows through our kiss, searing each musical note inside my skin as if I had just been branded. My moans play the orchestra while I continue out the song until we are both left panting and stealing each other’s breath as we come.

“Fuck, Ximena. You were made for me.” He whispers, and my heart practically explodes. All I want to do is tell him, I was made for you, in the same way you were made for me. To just tell him the truth so we can move past it and start the rest of our lives together. I don’t care how much older he is than me. I don’t care that he’s my father’s friend. I just want him. To be his.

His teeth on my shoulder causes me to yelp in both pain and pleasure. “Oh, you liked that didn’t you?” he teases. His semi hard cock, already starting to grow inside me.

“Get ready for the game. Make sure you wear a dress. No panties.” His tone is serious, letting me know not to play any games with him unless I want some sort of punishment by the end of the night. Part of me just wants to be his good girl and listen to his every instruction. But I want his punishments more than I need air.

“And, if I don’t. What happens then?” I tease, bopping his nose as he lifts himself higher. His eyebrows lift in amusement like he’s waiting for me to say that I was joking. I smile as innocently as I can to him awaiting a response.

“Try me and find out,” he pulls his now hard cock out of me and walks his fine ass out of the bedroom. Leaving me groaning in disappointment, when I was just starting to hope for another round before, he had to leave for the game. I slowly caress my body, the ache I feel not fully satisfied even though I came twice already. This man satisfied my every need, and yet when he’s not touching me, I feel as though pieces of me are missing.

“Don’t you dare touch yourself, Ximena.” He yells from the other room. I purposely want to continue just for the fuck of it. But I know whatever he’s thinking may be much more rewarding. “Get dressed! Meet me at the entrance of the stadium. I’ll have my phone on me so let me know when you arrive so I can walk you in.” He says as he walks back towards the entrance of the bedroom. “You better be on time, and arrive before the game. I still have to work.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I reply. Sitting up on the bed, I watch as he puts on his purple Wolves jacket over the Wolves sweater. The words Coach Payne etched on the right-hand side of his chest in white. “Don’t be late or you won’t like the consequences.” He grabs his hat and carefully adjusts it on his head before walking out the door.

I’m left there, needy and desperately wishing he didn’t leave. I need to tell him the truth. Groaning, I stand up and take my time getting ready for the day. Putting on my jeans and the purple jersey he had made for me on over my sweater. Payne is written on the back of the jersey, with two 00’s like he wanted everyone to know that I was his, that he owned me in a way that no one ever has before.