For a second, I'm sure she's going to pass out. But before Cara hits my arms, she picks herself up, and next thing I know, she's shoving me away, her palms resting on my chest, her eyes blazing with anger.

"It was you?" she asks me, seething with rage. "It was you all along?"

I nod, grinning at her. I don't think she'll take it too seriously, and her little outburst is adorable. Time to get it over with though, I have a few other things on my list of tasks for today.

"You prick," she hisses. "How long? How long have you been playing me?"

"Must be a year and a half now," I tell her simply. "I needed some time after your sixteenth to prepare. Wasn't sure what the best way to get you here was."

"You're sick!" Her tone is accusatory and disgusted, and it stings a little.

Perhaps it would sting more if her nipples hadn't tightened into hard little buds underneath the thin fabric of the bra she's wearing.

"Get over it, Cara," I tell her calmly. "You wanted me since the moment you walked into this house. You even wanted me before you knew who I fucking was."

"But..." She's trying to come up with something, anything - a reason to object and convince me I'm not right, but she's coming up empty. "You're such a jackass, Mason."

I chuckle at her poor attempt at an insult, caging her body with mine.

"I told you to call me Sir," I remind her with a smile on my face.

"Fuck you," she snarls.

And then the little slut spits at me.

I've got her in my arms, turning her around before she can even understand what's going on. She writhes against my embrace, but her perky little ass wiggling against my crotch is only making me more fucking intent on showing Cara her place.

"You're going to regret that," I promise her.

I rip off her panties with a single motion of my hand, and she gasps as I expose her pussy to the oppressing heat of the studio. Her bra follows next, and I rip it off her, leaving her chest naked and heaving. She presses her ass against my groin and I growl her name needily. Fuck, she's making me lose my focus.

I don't stop stripping her until she's only wearing her garter belt and suspender stockings. She looks so fucking stunning it could make my damn heart stop, and I'm having trouble keeping my hands off her.

"You like spitting, little girl?" I ask her roughly, and she stops struggling for a second.

I can feel her heartbeat, fast and crazy loud. She looks at me from the corner of her eyes.

"I didn't mean to," she says weakly, making me chuckle.

"You didn't mean to go off on me?" I ask her. "I think you did. But that's okay, sweetheart. That's why I love you. You make me punish you so good, baby."

I realize what I've said a second too late, just as Cara's body flattens against mine in anticipation. Knowing I have to distract her, I whip her around, my fingers wrapped tightly around her swan neck.

"Open your whore mouth," I tell her, and she parts her lips in a sweet little O, making me laugh. "Gonna have to be wider than that, sweetheart."

She blushes as I pull her down, undoing the zipper on my jeans with my free hand. I pull out my cock, hard and throbbing for her, my jeans falling to the floor. She gasps when I bare myself to her, and it only makes me twitch harder.

"Spit on it," I tell her roughly, and she gives me an uncertain look. "Make it wet and slippery, baby, come on."

She spits, a trickle of saliva dribbling from her mouth to my cock. I groan when it hits the sensitive tip of my dick, but her pathetic attempt is barely enough to get my shaft wet.

"You did a better job before," I tell her sweetly. "Ran out of spit, baby?"

She whimpers and I force her to her knees. My cock's precariously close to her lips and she opens her mouth hungrily, like she's desperate for a fucking taste. This is going to be hard to resist, but I have to. I have to punish her for what she did.

I spit on my own cock, rubbing in the saliva over my whole length while she licks her lips hungrily. My thumb is resting firmly in the crook of her neck, massaging the sweet spot there and feeling the vibrations of her throat.

"Look up at me," I order her, and she complies right away.

Her eyes are big and needy, begging for more. I'm sure she already knows what's coming next.

"Please," she manages to get out.

"Please what?" I fucking love teasing her. I'm never going to get sick of it.

"I..." She blushes, cringing at the ideas running through her head. "I want to taste you."

"Not a fucking chance, sweetheart," I tell her with a grin. "Now open your mouth."

She does, and it's not enough.

"Wider."

She tries. She really does. Such a sweet little thing.

I force her lips open with my free hand and she moans needily as she complies, sticking her tongue out and opening up so wide I could fit two cocks inside her if I wanted to. Instead, I tip her head back gently, and I spit into her mouth.

She moans. It's incredible, the almost animalistic sound being ripped from her throat as she grinds her hips on her own legs, so needy she could get off from the friction alone.

"Beg," I tell her simply.

"For what?" she asks, her lashes fluttering open.

She's licking her lips. Needy. Desperate.

"Whatever you want right now." My thumb draws circles in the hollow of her throat.

"Sir," she says softly, her eyes never leaving mine. "I want... I want you to fuck me."

"Prove it," I demand.

A flash of anger in her eyes, her fists tightening. And then a desperate, pleading look.

"I remember the day I got here," she says with some trouble. "You said you don't like girls cursing unless you're fucking them."

"That's true," I confirm. "What about it?"

"I..." Her cheeks are flaming red, but she keeps looking at me. "I want you to fuck me, Sir. I want you to fucking split my virgin pink pussy open and make me yours. I want your fucking cum in my cunt. I want you to spread me open and take what's yours-"

I don't let her finish. I gather her in my arms and push her against the wall, and she wraps her dainty, pale legs around my waist. She's so fucking small, so frail, I'm worried she'll just snap and break. But the moans that are leaving her mouth now...

Dirty, sensual and so fucking needy. I'd have to be a saint to stop in that moment. A fucking saint.

The tip of my cock presses against her pussy lips and she mewls, nuzzling my neck with her hot little mouth.

"Is it gonna hurt?" she asks.

In that moment, she shows me how old she really is. Barely legal, Daddy's spoiled little girl. There's no going back after this. I know I'm never going to regret it. I can only hope she doesn't, either.

"Yes," I promise her, and she sinks her teeth into my shoulder as I enter her.

She's so tight it almost hurts going inside her, splitting her open and feeling her virgin juice spill down my thigh. Her legs wrap around my middle tightly and she lets out a small sob, making me want to stop. But fuck, her pussy's gripping me so damn tight I don't think I could pull out now, not even if I wanted to.

"Shhh, it's okay, sweetheart," I tell her gently.

I make her look at me, her eyes big and filled with tears. One tear lands on my mouth and I lick it, savoring the saltiness. Fuck, is she beautiful when she cries. I get harder and Cara whimpers as I stretch her, her sweet little pussy trying to adapt to my enormous size.

"More," she whispers. "More, deeper. Make it hurt more."

I try to go slow, but when she starts moving her hips with my thrusts, I nearly fucking lose it. My fingers wrap in her hair and I really start fucking her. So hard I can barely hear her sobs mixing with begging for more. God, she's incredible. In-fucking-credible.

She licks at every inch of my body, nibbling and biting and sucking at my neck, my face, my chest. She's clawing at me, her long talons leaving moon-shaped marks in my skin. And I don't give a shit. All I want, all I'm aware of, is her tight pink pussy that's currently so wet she's literally dripping down my groin.

"Tell me if you want me to stop," I mutter into her hair, not knowing whether I could if she really did.

This is addicting. This is insane. This is it. What I've been waiting my whole life for.

She screams, and I pull back, convinced I'm hurting her. But she throws her head back and her body pulsates, her fingernails clawing at me, desperate, needy.

"Keep going," she begs. "You have to, you have to. I'm so close, Mason, I'm almost there."

I don't even register my own shock, I just keep fucking her, my cock thrusting into her cunt so fast I can hear her arousal. I've never been with a girl this wet, this fucking tight. It's like the chemistry between us has gone apeshit with sparks flying all over the place.

Cara clings to my neck, looking into my eyes and gasping.

"I'm gonna cum for you, Sir," she promises, her breathing heavy. "I'm gonna cum right now."

"Go on, sweetheart," I groan. "Cum for me, right on the tip of my cock. Go on, baby."

She lets out the longest moan and then she's shaking. I forget about everything. Every fucking thing. I forget about the shit at work, about Luca, about her being too young. I forget about the fact I'm not wearing a condom and I don't have a fucking clue if she's protected. And I don't give a shit, either.

I feel myself spurting, slowly at first. It sends Cara into a frenzy, and she comes like crazy. I try to pull out, but she claws her way back, nearly toppling us over as she impales herself on my cock, making me groan and curse and spurt so deep inside her it makes her blush.

I can't even come down from the insane orgasm when she climbs off me carefully, gasping for air. She collapses to her knees as I run my fingers through her hair, and she sucks my cock into her mouth.

"Jesus fucking shit, Cara," I curse out loud.

Looking down into her eyes makes me get hard again, and the last few drops of my orgasm leak from my tip into her wet whore mouth. She closes her eyes and moans needily as she drinks from my cock. Her hand goes between her legs and she toys with her pussy, bringing up her fingers to taste the cum I pumped inside her.

I just fucking stare at her, smoothing down her sweaty blonde hair. She's so beautiful.

"Good girl," I tell her absentmindedly, and she giggles.

She sucks my cock between her lips, so deep she almost chokes and makes me pull back in alarm. But she won't let go. She deep-throats my cock until I think I'm about to die, just so she can get the last, very fucking last, drop of my cum from deep inside me.

And then she pulls back, licking her lips daintily and smiling up at me.

"I think you mean good whore," she says with a wink.