CHAPTER NINE - DUNCAN
I was rock hard hearing that little purring moan again. I hadn’t planned on coming in and seducing her, at least not right away, but the thought of her allowing that asshole producer to grope all over her brought out my possessive nature. I was like a wild dog needing to mark what was mine, and just as horny.
As soon as she’d given me okay, I’d dropped my hand between those creamy little thighs and rubbed her pussy through those little cotton shorts she wore.
“Where’s your bedroom?” I asked between kissing her lips and making my way down her neck. She had her head thrown back in pleasure and was panting like she’d jogged a marathon.
“Through that door.” She motioned to a door across the room, and I let loose a guttural sound as I picked her up and carried her there. She kissed my mouth and jawline and held on tight until I lowered her to her mattress.
The covers were tidy, and I knew she was a girl after my own heart. I stood at the edge of the bed and grabbed her ankles as she looked up at me her own eyes lit with a feral passion as I reached down and slipped my fingers into her waistband and tugged down her little shorts. They weren’t more than a scrap of fabric, and I wasn’t happy that she’d answered the door in them. They were much too skimpy for anyone else’s eyes.
“It’s time we get something straight.” I pulled the shorts free of her bare feet and tossed them aside, getting a nice view of the little lacy panties she had on. For someone who wasn’t letting anyone see her goods, she sure packaged them right. I cupped her through her panties and leaned down to stare into her eyes. “You say you gave it to me, right?”
“Yes, it’s always been yours.” She rubbed her thighs together and crossed her knees clamping down on my hand.
“That’s right. Tell me it’s mine. You’re not going to give it to anyone else.” She nodded as I slipped my fingers under the elastic of her panties and dragged one across her wet folds. “Fuck, you’re wet. I’m going to make you a hell of a lot wetter though, is that what you want from me, Kitten? For me to make you purr again?”
“Please.”
The word had my cock twitching in my pants, but I wasn’t going to give into my own selfish pleasures. This time was for her and to show her how much I wanted her.
I knelt down and parted her slender knees, and she let them fall aside like she had all those years ago. My invitation to whatever I wanted.
“I’m going to take things slow.” She pushed her tank up above her breasts, and I helped her take off the scrap of clothing. Her tits were just as perfect as I remembered them, and I leaned over to capture one of her tight little rosy nipples into my mouth which gave her chills. An outbreak of gooseflesh spread across her skin, and I smile at the reaction I’d given her and took the tip between my teeth and teased it with my tongue.
She ground her hips upward, trying to find purchase, but all she found was my chest. I returned my hand to work her mound, and once her panties had a nice damp spot, I slipped them off. I lowered my face to her sex taking in her scent, dragging my nose across her mound.
I stared up at her and smiled that she was watching, then I lapped my tongue from her little taint all the way up to her clit, and when I reached that apex, she bucked her hips. I pushed them down and held her firm as I flicked my tongue there, and she was squealing a moment later, her legs wrapping around my shoulders.
I wanted to see her and curiosity got the best of me as I pushed her legs apart and then parted her folds, spreading her until I could see the perfect little membrane still perfectly intact. That validation that she was indeed mine and only mine made me hotter than anything ever had. I lapped at it to claim it, and though I wouldn’t be breaking it today. I knew that soon, I’d take her properly.
“I’m going to make you come. Remember the last time?”
She nodded her head and a soft “Yes.” escaped her lips. “I want to touch you too, Duncan.”
I shook my head. “I want this to be about your pleasure. I want to make you feel good to show you how much I’ve missed my girl.”
She gave a little pout of frustration, and I smile wickedly before returning to my chore. I rubbed my fingers against her pussy, slipping them into her folds and stroking as deep as I could without tearing her and lapped at her little slit. Her clit was swollen to a tight bud, and when I closed my mouth on it, she came apart.
Her cries of ecstasy had me lapping relentlessly at her, not letting up until she was begging for mercy and her orgasm has finished. At one point, she screamed so loud I thought the neighbors might hear and was thankful she didn’t live in a townhouse like me, or worse, an apartment or someone would have been calling the cops.
“I’m sorry, it just feels so good.” Her face had flushed, and she was writhing beneath me like a wanton slut, but I knew better. She was perfect, and even if she didn’t know it yet, she was mine.
“You’re fine. Never apologize for showing your pleasure. It makes me so hot.” I leaned up to kiss her, and she locked her arms around my neck, taking my mouth deep, brushing her tongue against mine , but I wasn’t done with her yet. I wanted to give her more.
Suddenly, her phone let out a sound, and she sat straight up, pulling away to reach for her phone beside her bed. “It’s my father. He’s almost here!”
She got to her feet and reached down to gather her clothes. As I stood her eyes darted to my cock and she stopped rushing around and met my eyes. “I’m sorry. I wish we could finish. I wanted to—”
“It’s fine, I understand. I’ll go freshen up a bit, and you should get something decent on. I don’t want to look like we were up to no good when he gets here.” She bit her bottom lip and gave me a look that I knew all too well.
“It’s probably best if you’re not here when he arrives.”
“Are you serious?” All this time and she was still letting her father dictate her life. “He may not have chosen your career, but it’s obvious he still has his thumb on you.” I shook my head and went back to her living room, and she followed me, no more than a step away.
“Duncan, don’t be angry, I just think it’s a bit too soon for—”
“For what? For us? Because I’m not on my fucking knees claiming you for you to slip away from me again and you better get used to this right now because I’m not letting your father get in my way again.” I parked myself on the couch, and she stared helplessly a moment before stepping up and grabbing my hand.
“Please, Duncan, don’t do this now. You have to go.” The look in her eye was a desperate plea, and I realized that while nearly eleven years had passed, she still had a lot of growing up to do.
“Fine, I’ll see you around.” I got up and stalked across the room to the door, but she came after me.
“What do you mean? Surely you understand. It’s not that I want to send you away, it’s just that my father won’t understand what you’re doing here.”
“And you’re not mature enough to tell him. Christ Rachel, you’re twenty-fucking-seven! Look, maybe this was all a huge mistake anyway. Like you said, we’re just strangers the two of us, right?” I searched her eyes, and she was still giving me that pleading glare.
“You proved me wrong. I’m not saying I don’t want you, I just need—Please, Duncan.” She was running out of time, and I shook my head. She was nothing more than a frightened girl, still worried about Daddy’s opinion of her. Maybe that’s why she hadn’t fucked anyone. It wasn’t to wait for me, it was preserve whatever purist idea her father had about her.
I turned and stalked out of the house without another word.