Chapter Seven
Freya wrapped the robe around her body and stared at her reflection. She wasn’t nervous, but she was excited. After dancing for another hour, they had finally called it a night. She had dropped Lucy off at her home while Alfie and Sophia had gone home.
This was her decision, and she knew what she was doing. She wanted Jared. The crush she’d had on him years ago hadn’t gone away. She had been in love with him for the longest time. Her mother’s words years ago had stayed with her, but she needed to stop listening to them.
“You may as well get over this stupid crush. Jared is a man. He’s like your father. He’ll have a taste and move on. You’re just a bit of fluff to him, if he even notices you at all. You’re a kid, insignificant. Now get all of this crap out of here.”
Her crush had been so strong that, like with a movie star, she’d saved every news article he’d been in. She’d followed him like she would a movie star. He’d been the only one to tell her that one day she’d become something.
That crush had developed into a love that she’d tried to hide. She’d witnessed men’s lies firsthand with her mother. All she wanted was to be loved, and not to worry if another woman smiled in his direction.
Jared made her feel like she was the center of his entire world, and she loved that.
Leaving the bathroom, she stopped as Jared was sitting on the edge of the bed. “If you’re nervous, I’m not going to rush you, Freya.”
“If I told you that I didn’t love you, I’d never love you, would you let me go?” she asked.
The pain in his eyes cut her deep, but she had to ask, to know the truth.
“If you were telling the truth, I’d let you go, but I’d make sure you were happy, Freya. I know deep in my heart that no one else could ever make you happy. You’re mine. You’ll always be mine, and there’s no changing that.”
She stepped up to him, placing a finger against his lips. “I’m not going to fight anymore, or push you away. I don’t want to do that. I just want to belong to you.”
Gripping the belt of her robe, she slid it off her shoulders and waited as it pooled at her feet.
She rested her hands on her stomach, waiting for him to say or do something.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He’d seen her naked before by the pool, but this was different. This was inside her bedroom, with a bed near. Jared took hold of her hand, and pulled her forward so that she was between his legs. He wore a robe himself, but he made no move to take it off.
His hands went to her knees, and he stroked his fingers across her flesh.
She closed her eyes, loving his touch.
Up his fingers went going from the outside of her thighs toward her ass. He squeezed her ass cheeks, spreading them a little.
“Open your legs.”
She did as he asked, feeling the heat work up her body. She wanted him more than ever before. It was hard for her to focus on any one thing with how he was making her feel.
“I love that you wax this pretty pussy.”
His hands released her ass, and then they were stroking up the inside of her legs. When he touched her pussy, she had no choice but to reach out and hold onto his shoulders.
“You’re already so wet for me, Freya. Do you want me to make you come?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes.”
There was no hesitation. She wanted him more than anything else in the world. Watching porn was boring, and she wanted the real thing. She wanted him, needed him, was desperate for him, and would gladly beg if that was what he needed her to do.
When it came to Jared, she’d realized that she was willing to do whatever it took to keep him.
“Then lie down on my bed and spread those pretty thighs of yours. I want to see your pussy.”
She climbed onto her bed, and even as her cheeks heated, she didn’t try to hide herself. Jared wouldn’t want her to, nor did she.
Freya watched as he removed his robe, showing off his gorgeous body.
His cock stood out long and thick. She licked her lips, wanting to taste him.
Jared wrapped his fingers around the length, and she whimpered a little when she saw the pre-cum leaking out of the tip.
“I’m always like this when I’m around you. Having your office close to mine has been a torture, especially when you bend over. Sexiest ass I’ve ever seen.”
She smiled. “I’m going to have to do that more often. Tease you, tempt you, make you want me even more.”
“I always do.”
He knelt on the bed, and moved between her thighs so that his face was directly above her pussy. She released a little gasp as his breath fanned across her naked flesh. She’d been waxing her pussy for as long as she could remember after she’d read about it in a magazine.
“Close your eyes, and enjoy, Freya. I’ll let you watch one day, but right now, this is about you.”
She closed her eyes, and he licked her clit, circling the bud. His fingers held her pussy open, and he slid down, going toward her entrance but never staying there. He licked back up, paying more attention to her clit, sucking on the bud. When she thought he was going to use his teeth and create a pain that she wasn’t going to enjoy, she’d tense up. He stopped, and used either his finger, thumb, or tongue to heighten her arousal.
Never had she felt anything so amazing before. The pleasure was instant, consuming, making her burn hotter than ever before. The climb to the peak shocked, delighted her, and kept her at the edge. She grasped the blankets beneath her, hoping to make some sense of what was happening to her, but nothing made any sense, not to her.
“Jared?” She yelled his name.
“Come for me, Freya. Come over my face.”
It was like she had no choice but to submit to his orders. She came long and hard, coming over his face, wanting it again and again. Only the pleasure was too much, and she begged him to stop.
The orgasm had just been the beginning. Now she wanted him, and she had a feeling that once she let him in completely, there wouldn’t be any turning back.
****
Freya tasted so damn good. Jared didn’t want to stop, but she’d begged him to, and right now, she wasn’t ready for the multiple orgasms he wanted to give her. Kissing his way up her body, he took possession of her lips, relishing her little moan.
She was finally all his.
“I knew your lips were good for something other than talking,” she said, with a wicked glint in her eye.
“I can make you wet even with talking.”
“You can?”
“Yeah. I’m a talented man.” He flicked her nipple with his tongue, sucking the hard bud into his mouth before doing the same to her other. “After I take your pussy, and you get used to my cock inside you, I’m going to have you riding me, and I’m going to want to watch you in the mirror. I want to see your ass spread wide and see my cock fucking your tight cunt. One day you’ll let me have your ass, and I will own every single part of you, Freya. I’ll make you burn unlike anyone else you’ve ever known.”
She whimpered. “I was wrong. Your mouth is even deadlier than I gave it credit for.”
“You like it, baby. You want me to tell you what I want to do to you.” He pressed her tits together. “How I want to fuck these tits? To watch as you lick the tip of my dick as I fuck them. Or how I’ve imagined your mouth on my cock, taking me deep. I’ve seen the way you go for a lollipop. I want that so fucking bad. I want you to take you in every single room of this house, and do it all over again. Every single desire you have, I want to know about it. There’s nothing you can’t want because I will give it all to you.”
He bit the side of her breast, and then took her lips once again.
“How about right now, you fuck me, Jared, and make me truly yours?”
She wasn’t so bad with her words either.
Jared reached between them, holding his cock. Placing the tip at her entrance, he stared back into her eyes, and took her cherry as he thrust deep within her. Her virginity broke, and she let out a cry, which he hated. He didn’t want to fucking hurt her. Once he was seated inside her to the hilt, he wrapped his arms around her.
Kissing her through the pain, he felt her pussy clutching him as well as her nails sinking into the flesh of his arms.
“It’s over. You’re now mine.” He pushed her hair back from her face, and marveled at the woman in his arms. She was everything he’d ever wanted, and he’d waited. For a short while their age gap had bothered him, but now, it no longer did. She was fire and ice and everything in between, his own personal hellcat that he had no problem taking the scratches from.
He wanted every part of her.
She gave a little wriggle. “Is that it?” she asked.
Jared smiled. “Not even close.” Taking hold of her hands, he pressed them above her head, pulling out of her tight heat. She glanced down at them, and when she made to thrust up against him, he slammed every single inch inside her.
She gasped, moaning, and he waited to see if there was any pain. When she showed no signs of being in pain, he began to fuck her, thrusting in and out of her pussy watching as her tits bounced with every single thrust.
She lifted up to meet him as they both took what they wanted.
“How does that feel, baby?”
“It feels … so good. Please don’t stop.” She panted between each word.
He’d not been with another woman in a long time, well over three years, because he’d made the decision to have Freya. All he’d had to amuse himself was the pleasure his own hand could provide. Gripping her hips, he pounded inside her, and like a horny teenager, he came quickly, filling her virgin cunt with his seed.
Something primal hit him that Freya now belonged to him. All he wanted to do in that moment was to fill her with his child, and to have her barefoot and pregnant.
As he collapsed over her, Freya wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.
“That was amazing. I want to do it again. Can we do it again?” she asked.
He laughed. “We can. You’ve just got to give me a couple of minutes to recover.” So he didn’t squash her, he moved to the side of her, giving her room to breathe. He cupped one of her tits, teasing the nipple as he looked into her eyes.
They were so wide, and so full of wonder.
“Are you sore?”
She shook her head. “No. I’m not sore.” She reached out, teasing his hair. “I had no idea it was like that.”
“It will get better. I didn’t last that long.” He slid his hand up to cup her cheek. “You are irresistible.” He kissed her lips again.
She took his hand, locking their fingers together.
“You know we’re going to have to tell your dad about us.”
She groaned. “Not yet, please, I don’t want to tell him. He’ll ruin this.”
“We can’t keep him in the dark forever.”
“I know. Are you afraid of him or how he’ll react?”
“Not on your life. I’m not worried about him. He’s going to be pissed though.”
She snorted. “I’ve also got to tell my mom.” She bit her lip, and he saw she looked nervous.
“What’s up?” he asked, knowing something was bothering her.
“Oh, you know. The thought of my mom knowing about us. It’s going to suck. She’ll have something to say, she always does. I don’t know what my dad would say. Right now, can we just be us? Is that okay?”
“More than okay.” He was happy for them both to stay in their protective bubble. They’d tell her parents soon, and until then, she belonged completely to him.