Chapter 10

Chapter Ten

Julian

My addiction flaredto the surface. I had no resolve, boundaries nothing but filth, the temptation too hard to fight. Bubblegum bodywash and the glorious scent of coconut, and the sweet sensation of her hot mouth around my thumb.

Rosie wasn’t like the flirtatious students in my college classes, or the grinning girls who’d given me the eye for months on end, walking around my house along with my daughter. Rosie was a blank canvas. Untouched. Her actions said more than words could ever say. Her innocence was obvious by the way she sucked, swirling her tongue in a frenzy. Her enthusiasm was more than I could take.

My body took over, nothing but pure white heat behind my eyes as I pulled my thumb free and set my mouth on hers. My kiss wasn’t tender. My tongue wasn’t gentle. I gripped her face in my hands and possessed her mouth with the desperate kind of lust that drove me wild.

She whimpered at the shock, dithering just a little before her senses flew free with mine. Instincts met instincts, raw and unfiltered. She reached up to tangle her fingers in my hair, but they didn’t stay still. They couldn’t. They explored, running over my shoulders, grasping at me as I scooped her up into my arms and carried her into the living room. I only broke the kiss to drop her onto the sofa, and I was right down on top of her, my breaths in her face as my lips peppered hers.

“You aren’t going to be the girl in those pictures,” I managed to say.

“Please! I can be!”

I shook my head, breaths in a fervour.

“No.”

She must have thought I was pushing her away, because her fingers twisted back in my hair. It was her lips peppering mine this time, interspersed with begging. Please. Please. Please.

I was in far too deep to stop, too consumed to even think of pulling away. But there are many layers to passion. Filth and fetish were cornerstones to my addiction, but Rosie was at the very beginning. I had worlds to show her before the real fruits of my deviance showed their face.

That’s how I managed to ease my conscience right then.

It was going to be about her, not me.

I was going to show her what real passion meant.

I was going to educate her and give her what she needed before some useless cunt from this godawful fucking estate took it from her without even a thought for her needs. She wasn’t going to end up as a cheap token fuck in some asshole’s repertoire. I’d show her what it meant to be a goddess. A treasure to be worshipped by someone in utter adoration.

It would set her benchmarks for the future. Her life when I was gone.

My next kiss was slower, my tongue flirting with hers. She liked that. She moaned as she found her groove with mine, her tongue becoming more adventurous. Our breaths flowed into sync and I pulled away enough to flick my tongue across her lips, loving the delicate smile on her face as she looked at me.

There was as much adoration in her eyes as I’m sure there was in mine. Her smile made me smile and my cock swell. I’d been fighting the urges for way too long. Way, way too long. I hadn’t touched a girl since I’d walked away from Oxford.

Rosie’s confidence had definitely increased some. Her fingers came up to pull my tie loose, but I shook my head.

“No. This is about you, not me.”

She looked confused. “But I want to…”

I shook my head again, and this time I took her wrists, guiding her arms up and over the back of the chesterfield, leaving her sitting there, arched for me.

“You’ll keep still,” I told her. “You’ll enjoy what you’re given.”

She nodded at that, and my cock swelled some more at the sight of her subservience. She was a pleaser, who’d fly high on praise. I didn’t want to be pleased tonight, though. I wanted to fly high on her heights, not mine.

Her lips were puffy from our kisses. Tender. She was genuine this time when her teeth pinched her bottom lip, her eyes hooded behind her glasses as I let mine rove right the way down her body. My stare must have scorched as I soaked in the heaves of her chest, her work top straining over her tiny tits. I’d already glimpsed the prettiness of tiny nipples under damp fabric when she’d been wearing my shirt as a nightgown. I was desperate to see them through the delicate lace of her bra. Because that’s the thing about knowing filth inside out. I knew how to turn door handles and glance inside without making a sound. I knew how to snoop, undetected.

I’d seen her clothes on the floor. I’d already seen her sweet little panties and lacy bra.

I held back from touching her and savoured every moment. I stared at the promise of untouched skin under her clothes, my mouth watering at the knowledge it was all there for me.

“Do it,” she said, offering her body with the slightest arch.

“My pleasure,” I said.

She groaned as I tugged her top over her head, revealing the sweet lace bra I’d known had been awaiting me. Her tits looked even better than I’d imagined. Her nipples were tiny buttons on sweet pink. Her bra was nothing more than a token gesture, because she didn’t need the support. Her tits were too beautifully small.

I stroked her nipples through the fabric, and her eyes closed tight. Shy.

“Look at me,” I told her.

I teased her nipples again as soon as she did as she was told.

“Nobody has ever touched you, have they?” I asked, just to see the beauty of her shaking her head.

The gorgeous little creature really was a blank canvas, and the deviant part of me wanted to exploit it. I wanted to take the marker pens from my wardrobe drawer and scribble obscenities all over her, at odds with the perfect little flower she was.

“Have you ever taken anything in your cunt?” I asked her, and her eyes widened in the way I adored.

“Do you fuck yourself, Rosie?”

She shook her head, almost embarrassed. “No. I just play.”

“Play how?”

She swallowed, cheeks burning up. A beautiful sight.

“With my clit,” she said, and my cock strained in my pants.

“So, nothing has been inside you? Not even your fingers?”

She shook her head but didn’t speak. My cock was throbbing so hard it was pure fucking torture.

“Keep your hands above your head,” I said again, and she nodded.

Her breaths quickened as I dropped my head to her chest. She was squirming underneath me by the time I let my tongue flick at her. The lace of her bra cup was wet through in seconds, and my mouth must have been scorching hot as I kissed her tit, swirling the tip of my tongue around her nipple. I nipped at her, just a pinch. She groaned, just a little.

She had her head tipped back when I tugged the lace down and let my tongue loose on her bare skin. She had goosebumps, her tiny nipples puckered tight. My mouth took one of her tits and my hand took the other, working in rhythm as I teased.

Her hands came down for my hair again, but I slammed them back up over her head.

“No.”

I snaked my hands behind her to unclip her bra. She moved her hands to let me pull it free, but put them straight back up again. She was perfect. Gorgeous. She drove me insane.

I needed to give her more. I needed to ride on her shyness.

“Kick your shoes off.”

Her pumps were off in a flash as she shook her feet. She tensed on instinct as I unbuttoned her skirt and tugged it down and off. She was wearing tights and I was slow with those. Her pale legs were prickled with goosebumps by the time I pulled them free of her toes. I hitched her thighs up and wide, admiring her damp white panties. They were too delightful for me to take them from her just yet. I wanted to tease myself as much as her.

She was panting as she watched me watching her. Her smile was divine when it met my smirk.

“You’re absolutely beautiful,” I told her, and she bloomed with such happiness that it touched me deep.

I knew she’d never been on display for anyone. My eyes were the first to be blessed with the sight.

With that, I dropped down on my knees in front of the chesterfield and took hold of one of her ankles. She was ticklish, squealing a gorgeous girly squeal as I sucked on her toes one by one. My tongue dug between them, tasting every single part of her.

“That tickles,” she said, stating the obvious.

Her voice was an absolute treasure.

She moaned when I kissed the inside of her ankle, tensing up as I trailed a path of soft kisses up the inside of her leg. I was almost at the top of her thigh when I pulled away. She protested with a groan as I took hold of her other foot to repeat the journey.

It only made me slow down. Torturing her. And me.

I could smell the heady scent of her pussy as I finally reached the juncture of her thighs for the second time. Her panties were soaked through, cotton clinging to petals. It was so tempting to bury my face in there and suck at her through the fabric, but I held back. I hooked my fingers inside and she moved so I could slide her panties down her legs, and even though I was graced with the sight of her gorgeous pussy, I gave her only my breaths, my eyes staring up at her.

Her expression was pure delight.

“Please,” she said again, but I doubt she was even sure what she was asking for. Anything, most likely, just as I was as desperate to give it. Anything, everything… it all blurred into lust, but I was the one in charge here.

I teased her by taking hold of her ankle again, shooting her a playful smile as she groaned in protest.

“No! More, please!”

“Ungrateful,” I joked, and her eyes were dirty as she grinned.

“I love it,” she told me. “I just want more.”

“More?”

She nodded. “More.”

“More of what?”

Her cheeks were blooming along with her smile, but she was a good girl, keeping her hands up high.

“I don’t know.”

“Say it,” I told her. “Tell me you want me to play with your cunt.”

I glanced at her exposed pussy lips peeking through a dusting of light brown hair.

She looked so embarrassed. It made my dick throb even more.

“Go on,” I said. “Tell me what you need.”

“Play with me…”

“Say it.”

“I don’t know, I just…”

“Say it,” I said again, and she knew I was serious.

“Play with my cunt, please.”

I could have exploded on the spot to hear those words from her lips, and she saw the effect it had on me. She smiled again. Cute.

“Play with my cunt, Julian. That’s what I want.”

“Want or need?” I teased, and she giggled, closing her eyes.

“Need. I need it. I’ve been needing it for weeks, ever since I first knocked at your door.”

I loved her honesty.

“The same goes in return,” I told her. “Only I’ve been wanting it longer. I’ve wanted it since I first saw you bouncing off to college on the day I moved in.”

Her eyes locked onto mine.

“Really?”

“Yes, really. The God’s honest truth. I’ve been avoiding you ever since that day. I avoided you until you came calling.”

She looked at me like it was an honour, not like I was a filthy pervert who shouldn’t be thinking of her like that. Who shouldn’t have his cock in his hand at night picturing her sprawled naked, doing whatever I asked.

Rosie’s confidence was growing. She scooted up on the sofa cushions, legs still up high.

“Play with my cunt, please,” she said, her words stronger. “Please, Julian. I need it. I need you inside me.”

“Oh, no, no, no,” I said. “You’re not going to have anything in that untainted little pussy until it’s time.”

“When will it be time?”

She seemed so desperate to have her virginity taken that it was a shame. She was still so young. It would be a travesty to rush it.

“Trust me,” I told her. “I’ll decide when you’re ready. I’ll know.”

Whether or not it would be me who took her virginity was a decision I wasn’t fit to be making.

The girl responded to my dominance with a cute little nod. There was no bratty, fake arguing, or pouting, or anything other than unblemished innocence as she gave way to my experience over her own.

Trust.

It was there, shining. Beautiful. The absolute contrast to everything I’d left behind me.

But first, before going any further, some things needed saying. I took hold of her thighs in a strong grip, raising myself higher on my knees until I was face to face with her.

“I’m going to show you how you deserve to be played with, Rosie. I’m going to show you how good it can feel when someone puts your needs at the height of their passion.”

Another nod. So sweet. “Thank you.”

“Thank you is something you say far too easily,” I told her. “You say thank you, even when you’re the one doing the giving. I should be the one saying thank you here, not you. And I will do. I don’t think you’ve ever felt truly valued before. I don’t think you know how it feels to be worshipped for everything that you are.”

That took her breath, the shyness back. I’d touched a delicate nerve.

“Let me show you how it feels to be adored,” I said, and even below the tingles of lust prickling her skin there was a tenderness of heart. She looked like she could cry in disbelief. No doubt her head was running riot through the emotions.

She had to take a deep breath before she spoke. She was like a pure angel of spirit as she kept her hands over her head.

“Are you going to do other things to me, too? Dirty things?”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“We’ll see. Don’t set off on a run and miss the glory of the walk.”

She stayed in position, gorgeous eyes fixed on me as I got to my feet. I held out a hand for her and she took it. I pulled her up from the sofa and she stood before me, naked and divine as she pushed her glasses up her nose. I’d never get bored of her doing that.

“Let’s get you more comfortable,” I said, and gestured her through to the bedroom.

She didn’t protest, taking dainty steps as I followed, far enough behind to savour the sight of her perfect little ass. She truly was a goddess. She shot me one glance over her shoulder when she reached the doorway, awaiting my instruction.

“On the bed,” I said, and she took position, settling herself down on her back.

Her hands went above her head to take hold of the headboard. A fast learner.

If only she knew how I’d slipped under the covers when she’d left for work that morning, breathing in the glorious scent of her as I worked my cock.

She didn’t protest when I started at her ankles again this time. She enjoyed it for what it was, with smiles and giggles as I played with her fresh, virgin flesh. Her toes were dainty and cute like the rest of her. Her ankles were tiny, and her thighs tightened beautifully when I teased them. I didn’t play with her cunt, merely giving one tease of a kiss below her bellybutton before working my way up further, crushing her sweet little tits in my hands before sucking her nipples one by one. My mouth on her neck had her panting. Her lips were ready for mine when I laid down on top of her and kissed her all over again.

I could have taken my cock from my pants and slammed my way inside her like a selfish deviant, but I didn’t. I gave the angel what she deserved. I kissed her like I meant it – both a greeting and a tragic farewell in the making, because lust and innocence like this can’t last for ever. I wasn’t going to be the love of her life, just a filthy admirer along the way. I’d be a man who’d show her what it meant to be adored before I said goodbye.

And said goodbye to the world along with her.

I kissed her for a long, long time before she wrapped her legs around my waist. She pulled me close, pussy grinding against my hard-on, but I didn’t quicken up. We’d barely even started.

The little angel showed the very first hint of girlish brattiness when I pulled away from the kiss to catch my breath. She stared up at me as she wrapped her legs tighter around my waist. Her words were like temptation personified when she spoke them aloud. Her tone was low, heightened by an electric streak of confidence.

“Play with my cunt, Julian,” she said. “I really can’t take any more.”