My words had made her happy, I could tell. After I told her she was amazing, beautiful, no, the best, the brunette flushed, a delighted smile wreathing those beautiful lips.
“Really, the best?” she breathed. “But,” and here, she colored, “we’ve only been together twice.”
“Twice is all I need,” I rumbled against her lips, stroking her cheek. “That was enough.”
And she’d giggled again, flushing, flipping her skirt down demurely even as she pulled those knee socks up, straightening them, rearranging her hair, brushing the beautiful brown tresses into place.
“I’m glad you liked it Mr. Marks,” she said saucily as she stood, shooting me a coy glance. “Because there’s more where it came from,” she added, flipping up her skirt for an instant.
And fuck, but I was transfixed, the momentary flash of pink lips and brown pucker making my heart race, body go on high alert. Is this what I was in for long-term? The little vixen had me tied around her finger, swinging me around on a string, and fuck, but I loved it.
Because I fucking loved the fact that Daisy was so saucy, so adventurous, letting me fuck her in the ass, take her puss in public, both holes at once, coming in her mouth and swallowing every drop. I watched, transfixed, as the kitten patted daintily at her lips with a Kleenex from her purse, lightly running her tongue around as if to sweep up the last drops of semen before coating her lips in cherry lip gloss again. Oh shit, what had this girl done to me? I was a prisoner and it was the best prison I’d ever had.
But we were still on this campus tour with that idiot Lance. I couldn’t wait for it to be over now, I was so eager to drag Daisy back to the hotel and fuck her again, bend her over and really make her take it good. But right, my alma mater. There was an entire swath of buildings that we hadn’t seen yet.
So we picked up the adolescent boy at the check-out counter on the way out, noting the way he leered and sneered at the blonde he’d been trying to pick up, the library clerk probably disgusted by his raging acne. What a hopeless dork.
And the rest of the tour went pretty quickly. I wanted to hold Daisy’s hand as we walked, as we took in the enormous buildings, the shady pines, the stained-glass windows of the chapel, but resisted the urge.
“Imagine,” I said, bending close to her ear. “Imagine getting married here,” I whispered to her, pulling her close.
“Oh you!” she squealed, slapping me away. “Lance is here, be careful!” she said, looking around to see where the dude was. But the loser hadn’t even come in with us, he’d chosen to lurk outside, calling the gothic architecture “boring,” the depictions of the Virgin Mary “all the same.” Fuck that shit, I had my own virgin and if that dipshit wanted to stay outside? All the better.
So I romanced my little girl, stealing kisses from her as we wandered around the holy space, taking in the wooden pews, the benches, the luxurious tapestries and gilt-edged altar at the front.
“Oh Mr. Marks, wouldn’t you like to lay me down right here and fuck me?” she whispered to me. “Would you like my little cunt creaming here for you? Because you know I’d do it, I’d consecrate this holy space with you.”
And my cock went rock solid again at her words. It was so wrong, so nasty, the thought of sex with my ward within a church. But at the same time, it was so right. Daisy was mine and there was no place more sacred, more special, to take my girl, to mark what belonged to me.
So instead of replying, I merely grabbed her wrist in my hand, pressing my lips to her pulse, gratified as it beat rapidly beneath my mouth. My girlie wasn’t immune to this either, and my head swirled at the thought of a future together, locked always with the sweet body, our breaths in sync. A good fifty years sounded about right. Yeah, that was up my alley.
And that’s when I stopped, coming to a grinding halt. Because what the fuck was wrong with me? Was I in love with my ward? It’d been just a fuck, a cherry pop, a way to release the tension, lose myself in the physical after too many years of non-stop work and meaningless sex.
So what the hell had happened? Had I lost my mind entirely? My heart pounded, temp going up to five hundred degrees. Even a cold sweat broke out on my back, running in a wet rivulet down my spine. What the hell was wrong? And suddenly, realization overcame me. Because oh fuck, I was fucked. This wasn’t some one-time thing. This wasn’t just a weekend fling. I was in love with my ward, a complete goner … and there was no going back.