Chapter 14

Chapter Fourteen

Julian

I was done for.Insane. There was nothing but her body and mine. The passion in her mouth, and the want in her eyes, and her frantic grip on my shoulders.

I fell onto the sofa with Rosie’s tiny body underneath me, both of us with desperate hands. Her fingers weren’t nervous this time as they reached for my tie, her mouth still on mine as she tugged it free. I hitched up her skirt, and she was bucking, craving, needing. I didn’t hold her back as she pushed me away far enough to undo my shirt. I shrugged it off and she ran her fingers down my chest, fascinated as her eyes roved over me. I was fierce in return, tugging her top off and over her head.

There were her pretty little tits again, her nipples poking through the lace of her bra. She gasped as I gripped her, squeezing before flicking my thumb.

She must have been worried that my rational senses would return, because she whispered a delicate please, but she didn’t need to. I was far too consumed for that.

I shunted her up, so she was backed against the arm of the chesterfield, unclipping her bra to set her free – and she didn’t hide from me, presenting her tits with a newly found confidence. She was as tangled up by the powers of lust as I was.

I lapped at her tits, sucked at her nipples, tickling my fingers up her thigh until they reached her panties. They were already sopping wet as I pulled them to the side, and she shifted her legs, moaning as I found her clit.

“Do it,” she whispered. “Fuck me. I want to be the girl in the photos!”

But I didn’t want her to be like any of the girls I’d fucked before. She was a perfect canvas of innocence, too pure to taint.

“Please!” she said, but I soothed her with a gentle shhh, still playing her clit, ever so gently.

“I’m not rushing this, sweetheart. Not for anything.”

She closed her eyes and wriggled as I stripped her bare. I moaned at the sight of her, possessed by a new kind of lust. There was more to this than pure filth. It was an insane mix of contradictory needs. There were a whole host of characters I wanted to be at once. The chivalrous knight, worshipping the princess. The protective guardian, wanting to defend her at all costs. The filthy deviant that wanted to sully the innocent virgin. They all merged into one. An incredible epiphany of something greater. A devotion to this little goddess that set off a white light behind my eyes.

My cock was so hard it was hurting, my whole body thumping with the base need for sex, but I didn’t let it take over. I stroked the hair from her face.

“You deserve every single pleasure I can give you.”

“And I want to give you everything right back.”

It was a beautiful statement, it made me smile.

“I am very honoured.”

She shook her head. “I’m the one who’s honoured. You’re the one who threatened a guy’s life to save me.”

“I’d take his life to save you.”

She stroked my face. “That’s crazy.”

I shrugged. “It’s the truth.”

Her gratitude shone in her eyes, which only made me more determined. I wasn’t going to plough my cock inside her and take her for the sake of base, primitive joy.

“Here,” I said. “Let me show you something.”

She was beautifully curious as I loosened my belt and pushed my trousers down. I freed my hard cock and she saw it in its full glory.

I’d been lucky enough for my genetics to bless me with a cock that suited my 6ft 4 frame. I saw the way she registered it, and the contrast with her tininess. She gave me a whoa, and then looked up at me like a lucky child.

“Can I touch it?”

I could have laughed at the sweet innocence.

“Yes, of course. Let me show you.”

I took hold of her fingers and wrapped them around the base of my cock, giving her an idea of the motions as I guided her hand up and down. She kept going when I let her free, trying her best to keep mimicking, until she saw the first slickness of precum spilling from the tip. She rubbed the base of her thumb against it, eyes entranced.

“This is different than I thought,” she said. “I mean, I’ve read books and I’ve watched videos, but it’s not like getting up close and personal.”

“You’re right, it isn’t. And that’s exactly why we should take it slow.”

“Does that feel good?” she asked as she played, gliding her thumb up and down.

“It feels considerably more than good, Rosie. You’re a star in the making.”

She looked so proud, and it seemed to give her extra confidence. She crossed her legs and shuffled so she could use both of her hands. One gripped the base and the other kept on playing with tiny little motions, coaxing. I could have shunted my hips and used her dainty fingers to milk me hard, but I didn’t. I let her explore. I let her guide the pace, as transfixed as she was.

“Can I taste it?”

I smirked. “Do you want to?”

She laughed. “Yes, please.”

“Then be my guest.”

She pushed her glasses up her nose and it made me smile when she licked her lips. She giggled as she opened her mouth wide like a porn star, trying her best to fit me deep into the back of her throat. I laughed when she retched and choked, and she laughed along with me.

“Too much, too soon!” she coughed.

“Take it steady.”

She was more tentative on her second attempt. She took the head into her mouth and sucked gently, her fingers still around the base of my cock. She closed her eyes as if she was savouring it, tongue flicking, and again, the base urges shot up from my balls. Part of me wanted to twist her hair in my hands and plough her mouth like she was a dirty little fuck doll. It was usually one of my favourite pastimes.

“That’s it,” I said, when she began to bob her head, just a little. “Like that. Just like that…”

Then the words came so naturally.

“Good girl.”

Good girl.

I’d used that phrase so many times it was like second nature, but my voice sounded strange. I meant it differently with her. Genuinely.

The praise wasn’t token and it wasn’t filth. It was genuine. Rosie was a good girl.

It spurred her on, moaning as she sucked. Her hands tried to help her, but they were new to it. It took a while for her to find her groove. She was concentrating so hard that her eyes were closed tight behind her glasses. I left her free to play, encouraging with small thrusts of my hips to accentuate a rhythm.

“Good girl,” I said again, and she sped up.

My breaths shortened when she met my movements with hers. Her mouth worked my cock with a gentle hunger, and her sweet fingers had just enough grip to drive me wild. I could have shot my load at full force to the back of her throat, but I didn’t want to do that. I wanted her to see me come.

I eased her away from me, leaving a delicious string of spit from her mouth to the end of my cock, and when she looked up at me through her glasses, lips puffy, I was muted. I was staring into the eyes of a filthy angel.

In my experience, there is a Lilith in every sweet Eve. I’d seen it plenty. Girls with cute grins, who’d turn into kinky little bitches in the bedroom, but Rosie had a deeper depth to her callings. One little lap of her tongue as her eyes fixed on mine said everything.

Rosie wanted to be a naughty girl, and it was far more of a contrast to her regular nature.

There was no denying it anymore. Despite her inexperience and her pure innocence, and the sweetness in her smile, Rosie really did want to be the girl in the photos.

“Let me taste it,” she said. “I want to taste it when you come.”

“Watch first,” I told her, and my voice was lower this time. More authoritative.

She stared at my cock as I worked it, positioning herself on instinct so she would see me spurt above her like a seedy fountain. I spat on my fingers to lube myself up even more, and moved my hand fast. My balls were screaming, pounding, needing release.

“Watch me like a good girl,” I said, and she did watch, eyes staring at my swollen cock as I began to unload.

The first spurt shot high, landing hard on her face to streak her glasses, the next dribbled down the full length of me as I groaned and kept on pumping. The third was a fucking explosion, with waves in its aftermath, and I was too out of my head to keep a track of myself. I came and came and came.

My ears were ringing as I looked down at the girl with cum smeared lenses, and the Lilith showed in her again. Rosie lapped her tongue up against me like a dirty little kitten, tasting cum for the very first time.

“Do you like that?” I asked, and she nodded, showing me her tongue before she swallowed.

“Yeah, I love it.”

“Take some more then.”

I did take hold of her hair this time. I pushed the swollen head of my dick in her mouth, dripping with cum as she slurped at me. She was a very, very good student.

She smacked her lips as I pulled away and I didn’t waste any time dropping down on top of her. I pinned her nicely and licked my cum from around her lips, before kissing her deeply enough to taste myself. It was pure, beautiful filth with a perfect angel.

“Your turn now,” I said after she’d kissed me back, and she was already well on the road to an orgasm when I positioned myself so her pussy was in my face. “Show me how you play,” I told her, and her fingers were frantic up close. Flickers against her slit, teasing her clit.

She’d have finished herself off in thirty seconds at the most if I hadn’t stilled her hand.

She moaned as I did it, in animalistic protest, but I gave her another shhh. I teased her pussy lips open to see her clit glistening, and I circled it with my cum-wet tongue.

Cum on her clit, that’s what I wanted to see.

My insanity reached a whole new level of lunacy. My cock was already hard again at the rush of fresh fantasies. Crazy, wild wants that came from nothing but the raw, basal ether.

These were new to me.

I wanted to coat my fingers with my cum and push them all the way into Rosie’s tight little cunt. It felt possessive, as though it would be the power of some kind of primal ownership that made no sense whatsoever to my rational mind.

I was always so careful with the girls I fucked. The last thing I wanted was any kind of accident, but I hadn’t so much as asked Rosie if she was on any form of contraception. This really was bloody madness.

No. NO. I wouldn’t entertain it.

I forced my crazy urges aside and focused on her. Her delicious pussy made that easy. Sucking on her clit was enough of a distraction to block out the world. The way she twisted her fingers in my hair and ground against me with whimpers of yes, yes, yes could keep me consumed for days on end.

She moaned like a princess, squirming and panting and bucking as I made her come, and then she thanked me with gasping breaths as I kissed my way back up her body. Her mouth was open for my kiss by the time I reached her.

I loved the taste of pussy and cum in tandem – the polarities of pure sex, in the beautiful twist of tongues.

This particular set of polarities was perfection in human form.

We laid together on the chesterfield awhile in the aftermath of orgasm, with me at her back, my arms holding her tight. I breathed in the scent of her coconut hair as we calmed together, and it was a peace I hadn’t known in months.

I, Julian Lockley, am a sex addict, who likes the degradation of barely legal girls.

I should have still been using it as a mantra to pull the fuck away from this divine creature, but I couldn’t do it. I was too far gone.

Being a sex addict who liked defiling girls didn’t usually bring me peace in the aftermath. It brought me torment. The shadows of morality were usually ready to strike just as soon as I’d burst through my lust, but I felt no torment whatsoever with Rosie. I kissed her shoulder like a lover as we rested, skin to skin. This was the personification of romance itself. A magical experience, worthy of savouring for ever. Pictures would never do this justice. My camera would be redundant at recording the intensity, nothing but a machine compared to the beauty of pure emotion.

It was her who broke the silence with another sweet little thank you.

My laugh was straight from the stomach. I rolled her to face me, planting a kiss on her lips amid the laughter.

“Oh, Rosie, sweetheart. There is most definitely no need for thanks in this situation, believe me, the thank yous are all mine.”

She still had cum smeared glasses. She made no attempt to clear them as she giggled along with me.

“I don’t care. I want to say thanks anyway. That was awesome.”

“How about the taste of cum, is that awesome too?”

“Yeah, I think it might be one of my favourite desserts from now on.”

“Steady on.”

She was still giggling.

“Ok, well, maybe it won’t beat chocolate fudge cake, but I’ll definitely like it on a regular basis. A very regular basis.” She touched my face, resting her thumb against my cheek, eyes turning serious, even behind the smears. “Is that what we can be? Can this be regular?”

I, Julian Lockley, am a sex addict, who likes the degradation of barely legal girls.

I tried to reinforce it to myself.

“It shouldn’t be,” I said, morality making a pathetic attempt at returning. “You need someone considerably better than a man like me to enjoy the pleasures with.”

“I don’t want anyone else, though. I want you.”

Her honesty was always astounding.

“You can’t know that yet,” I told her. “This is your only benchmark. You’re a young girl, with a long life ahead.”

She rolled her eyes, smile still cute. “Yeah, yeah. I’m a kid, and you’re a filthy pervert and all that. Whatever, Julian. You said you’d kill Scottie today for me, and you just made me come like I never knew it was possible. Show me anyone else who’d do the same. I’ve never seen them.”

“Not on this estate, no. But in the bigger world there are plenty of amazing men who could offer you a great deal of love and passion, as well as a fulfilling life.”

“You sound like a therapist now.”

Our humour was beautiful, just like her. Natural, just like her.

“I’d be a godawful therapist. I don’t think my life experience resume would give me all that much credibility somehow.”

“Who cares? I don’t.”

Oh, but she might if she knew. She hadn’t seen the disgust in my wife and children’s eyes.

I sighed, and looked up at the ceiling, the reality of this situation just beginning to show its true face to me, but Rosie wouldn’t let it linger. She rested her head on her elbow and flashed me a smile.

“What’s it going to be next then, Dr Julian? I could do with a nice, hot drink, I’m not sure about you.”

I tapped her nose, still consumed by her.

“I’m sure I can get you a drink, Miss Rosie.” I paused in my tracks. I still knew nothing about her. “What is your surname by the way?”

“Flynn,” she said, then held out a hand for a handshake. “Let’s take this as an official introduction.”

My mood was back to pink clouds and sparkling angel hair, another laugh hitting the room as I returned her handshake.

“Hello, Miss Flynn, very pleased to meet you.”

“And you are?” she pushed.

I hadn’t given my name to anyone in this block. I should have held back, keeping my anonymity, but I couldn’t. Her request was too sweet to ignore.

“Julian Lockley,” I told her.

I watched it sink in. She’d most definitely be remembering it.

“Well, hello, Mr Lockley,” she replied, then gave me another grin. “I’d love a coffee, please.”

I was beaming like a bloody idiot as I got up to my feet and pulled her up alongside me.

“Your wish is my command,” I said, and offered her my discarded shirt to keep her warm.

“I’ll hold you to that!” she shot back as I walked away through to the kitchen.

I couldn’t help myself. I was smiling as I put the kettle on. I felt like a stupid bloody teenager with an all-consuming crush as my Eve crossed the threshold into my kitchen after me.

She hadn’t buttoned up the shirt. It was hanging open as she took off her glasses and wiped off the cum with a cuff, leaning back against the counter as though she truly belonged here.

I was staring at her as the kettle boiled, mugs already waiting. The giggling innocence in her was already fading, and my lovesick candy cane emotions were dropping below the horizon. My urges were returning, full and strong. The vile addiction in me presenting its face again.

I wanted to defile and consume and deflower the beautiful princess in front of me.

I wanted to possess her like a little doll and play her body through every known game there was to play, and there was no denying it. My body was already electric with adrenaline, desperate for round two.

But then Rosie looked at me with something more. Something deeper. Something that spoke to my soul.

Infatuation.

Beautiful, pure infatuation.

The princess was infatuated with me, just as I was possessed by her.

“I mean it,” she said. “I can’t believe you did that for me today. Thanks will be never be enough.”

Oh, if only she knew. The very sight of her smile would be enough to thank me for ever.