- GREG

 

MY PLAN WAS WORKING perfectly. Like I’d said to Mark, I had to let her need for me build gradually or her desire would die in the light. All I could do was encourage things. Touching her in Dove Cottage garden had done just that, encouraged her.

I wanted to do so much more than just touch her. I wanted to worship her. When she’d told me to let everyone else in at the same time I wanted to tell her my plans, that I was hoping to strip her in the garden, make love in full view of the lake beyond. There’s something about fucking a virgin in the open that can’t be beaten. I couldn’t tell her that. She was so adamant we not keep the place just to ourselves, I felt as if I’d been told off. It was amusing really, the little slip of a thing disciplining me, Greg Osborne.

I had to adjust my plans but the change worked in my favour. I could tell whenever I glanced in the mirror at her. The effect I’d had on her was written across her face. She looked like she was dazed, as if she was in the middle of a daydream. “All right back there?” I asked as we crossed the Scottish border.

“Hmmm,” she replied with a sigh, glancing at me before turning to look out of the window again.

She looked incredible. I had been right about how good her body would look once she was in better clothes. When she leaned down, I got a perfect view down her top, making me want to slide my cock between that cleavage, leave her staring down at it as I spurted over her face. Those legs were even better, her skin made to touch, utterly flawless.

I had to stop when I touched her panties because if I’d kept going any longer I wouldn’t have been able to control myself. I had no idea if she could tell how hard she was making me but I didn’t really care. Once we arrived at the guesthouse I’d booked for the night she’d see for herself the effect she was having on me. There’d be no escape from me there.

I had chosen somewhere remote deliberately. That way the chances of her trying to run off again were hugely reduced. The place was surrounded by thick forest and nestled in next to a small loch. We could swim in the morning if we were feeling up to it but for tonight, we weren’t going anywhere but the bedroom.

“What do you think of Scotland?” I asked as we turned off the main road and began to weave our way deeper into the forest.

“A lot of trees,” she replied. “Where are we going?”

“Here.”

It appeared around a corner, a little two storey building, an old Victorian shooting lodge. “We’re staying there?” she asked.

“You like the look of it?”

“It looks beautiful.”

“I suppose it does.” Beyond the lodge the sun was setting over the loch. The water was turning orange and red as darkness began to grow around us. Ducks were settling down on the edge of the water, giving us a chorus of noise as I stopped the car and climbed out. “Oh I should tell you something,” I said as I helped her out. “I could only get one room. We’re going to have to share.”

“Oh,” she said, falling silent for a moment before smiling shyly. “I guess that’s not so bad.”

“Don’t worry, you’ll still have your privacy. I have a plan. Have you seen It Happened One Night?”

“Nope. Why?”

“You’ll see.”

Once we were inside, she did see. I got us signed in and then we headed upstairs. Inside the bedroom a washing line had been hung down the middle of the room, separating the bed from the floor. “What’s that for?” she asked.

“This,” I replied, unfolding a blanket from the bed and draping it over the line, blocking her from my view, splitting the room into two. “You get the bed, I get the floor. Now if you don’t mind I’m going to get undressed.”

She sat on the bed, lying back a second later with her head on the pillow. “I like the room,” she said, glancing sideways as I moved behind the blanket. She didn’t know what I knew. I’d deliberately left a gap and I knew she was watching me through that gap. From where she was she could see me undressing. I could tell she was watching.

“I’m glad,” I said, my top coming off over my head a second later.

I heard her gasp. Did she really think I wouldn’t? She was looking at the muscles on my chest, these arms, my broad shoulders as I stood up straight and began sliding down my trousers. A second later I was only in my boxers and already getting hard knowing she was secretly watching.

I began to slide down my boxers but just as I did her cellphone rang.

Swearing silently, I listened as she answered. “Yes, Mom.”

Silence.

Then she snapped. “Stop pestering me,” she said, hanging up and throwing the phone back down onto the table.

I headed into the bathroom and showered, trying to ignore my rigid cock. Not long until it would be in her mouth.

I walked back out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around me. I couldn’t hear anything from the other side of the blanket and I got a weird feeling she’d fallen asleep.

I couldn’t have been more wrong. As I lay in the blankets I’d arranged on the floor, I listened closely. She wasn’t asleep.

There was a rustling sound and then a slight moan. She was touching herself. I stood up silently, moving to the edge of the blanket, glancing around to be sure. She was under the covers but her open mouth and tightly closed eyes gave her away. I watched in silence, seeing her body shift slightly as the rustling sound grew louder. Stroking my cock slowly, I got to see her approaching an orgasm without her even realising I was there. I could tell she was getting close, her hips thrusting upwards. She was on the edge.

I took a deep breath. This was it. I couldn’t wait any longer.

I whipped the covers off her, catching a perfect freeze frame of her hand between her legs. It was only for an instant but it was long enough to create a memory that would remain with me for the rest of my life, the first time I saw her doing that.

She gasped and tried to sit up but I was already climbing up the bed, straddling her chest, holding her in place.

“What are you doing?” she asked, staring not at me but at my cock swaying slightly in front of her eyes.

“Giving you what you need,” I replied, grabbing her hair and holding her head still. “Open your mouth.”

“Get off me.”

“You sure you want me to?”

She said nothing but then her head shook slightly from side to side.

“Good,” I said. “Open your mouth.”

“But I shouldn’t. We shouldn’t.”

“I’m not interested in what we should do. I’m interested in what we want to do. Now.”

The moment of truth. What would she do? Her lips parted and I shoved my cock in before she could change her mind. The feel of her tongue gliding along my shaft was nearly enough to make me come and I’d hardly started.

I buried myself at the back of her throat, staring down at the perfect sight of her mouth filled by my cock. She gagged on the length of it but I didn’t stay there for long. Pulling back, I held the base in my hand, running the tip around her face, dipping into her mouth, making her tongue reach for it.

Into her mouth again. I thrust back and forth, holding her head in my hands, fucking her face while she could do nothing but let it happen.

Her body squirmed under me and twisting my neck I could see her hips rising into the air as she writhed in place. With a final thrust, I pulled free, leaving her gasping for air as I kissed my way down her neck.

She was wearing the nightgown Jess had provided with her new clothes. It was silky to touch and sheer, her nipples hard, sticking through the fabric. I ran my hands down as I kissed lower, moving the hem up to her hips, my lips on her belly button then lower.

Brushing over her little triangle of hair, I moved to her thighs, teasing her, feeling the heat of her pussy on my skin, seeing the glistening wetness of her arousal.

“What are you going to do?” she asked, glancing down at me. “Are you going to hurt me?”

“Not yet,” I replied, pulling her lips apart with my fingers, staring at the light pinkness of her core, the centre of her being, the place I needed to taste more than anything.

My cock continued to throb as I ran my tongue in a little circle around her clit, drawing a deep moan of desire from her.

“You taste good,” I growled. “Very good.” Kissing her pussy lightly, I ran fingers up inside her nightgown, feeling her skin react to my movements, her body shifting in place, her breathing growing heavier.

Sliding back up her, I kissed my way to her mouth, plunging my tongue in, making her taste herself on me. I kept moving up until my cock was back in her face, thrusting obscenely towards her as she closed her eyes and opened her mouth.

I slid in while at the same time reaching behind me, finding her clit with my fingers. She moved her head, taking me deeper in, moaning around my shaft as I stroked her clit, bringing her closer to the orgasm I’d so rudely interrupted.

It didn’t take long. Looking down at her flushed cheeks brought my own climax close and just as she squealed around my cock, I came.

The moment was perfect. Her hips thrust up against my hand as her muscles began to twitch, her body starting to shake. Just as she most wanted to cry out, her mouth was filled with my cum, coating her tongue, running down the back of her throat.

She opened her eyes a second later to find me already climbing off the bed. I walked around the blanket and lay on my side of the room, not saying another word.

I knew what she’d be thinking. She’d be wondering why I walked away like that. I smiled as I lay down, my cock still tingling from being in her mouth. She would go to sleep with the taste of me in her throat and by the time she woke up tomorrow, she would be mine. It was the way that worked best. Leave them dangling until they were obsessed. It might seem cold to her but it had never failed, confusion in her head meant she was thinking about me. If I had my way, she would never stop thinking about me.

I went to sleep reliving the moment she’d come, the look of it on her body, the strangled sounds she made while choking on my cock. I decided there and then she was going to be mine forever. I just needed to make her realise that and this was the first step. Tomorrow I would complete what I’d begun, mark her as belonging to me by taking her virginity. I could hardly wait.