She's Too Young (6 page)

“Because I know you’ve done something
awful
,” she whispers.

A tear rolls down her cheek and it ruins me. She’s crying because of
me
and I’m wrecked for life. My lungs cease their function. “I’m sorry, angel,” I manage gruffly, leaning down and dragging my lips up the trail left by her tear. “You’re right. I am a lie. Everything about me is a lie, except the way you make me feel.” I press my mouth against the corner of her mouth. “I deserve the torture, I deserve to have you hate me. I even deserve to lose you.”

It wasn’t easy for me to say, especially the final part, and the acknowledgment of that difficulty is there in her raised eyebrows, her parted lips. “I could have left you by now,” she breathes, sliding the arches of her feet up and down the backs of my thighs. “I should have.”

Need is twisting in my abdomen, the need to thrust, the need to hear her cry out, but I want an explanation. “Why haven’t you?”

“You would have found me,” she whispers, letting her thighs fall wide. So wide. An open invitation to my total damnation. “But there’s more. I…you’re the first man I’ve wanted back. I might hate you, but you give me this—” She breaks off on a moan, eyelids falling to half mast. “This crazy, ticklish feeling in my stomach and every time I think of running away, I wonder if I’ll ever feel it again, anywhere else.” She tugs her hands free of my grip above her head and begins unbuttoning her shirt. “And I lied. You aren’t
just
like the other men. The way you were so…in charge…back there with Talvert—”

“Never say his name again.”

Her breath hitches and she nods, thoughts racing behind blue eyes. “You have so much…power. I hate you and want you for the same reason.” She levers up and slides her lips against mine. “You could kill him, couldn’t you?”

“Yes.” More than that, I will, if he ever attempts contact with her again.

When she seems to savor my answer, I see a new side to Veda. One that’s dangerous and explosive, one that kindles in response to my aggression. She might be angelic on the outside, but it would be a serious misstep to underestimate her. And I don’t. She’s a time bomb in the most appealing package ever created.

“I want your body like hell, Veda. But I want what you’ve got on the inside, too. Want to know your thoughts; the reasons you do things. What makes you dance. I want to watch you get mad and turned on and cry.” Unable to hold back anymore, I give into the instinct to pump my hips, catching her off guard and earning me a hot, feminine whimper. “I want everything. All of you.
All mine
.”

She opens her shirt and unsnaps her bra with a seductive twist, leaving her tits bare, her legs spread, blonde hair fanned out like a beacon. There are two barriers lying between my ultimate possession of this extraordinary girl. My zipper and her panties. Although I realize there is the possibility of three.

“Have you had a man inside you before, Veda?”

The pink returns to her cheeks, hands dropping to fists on the limousine floor. She shakes her head no. “I knew it would be you. When you jumped down into the light on the roof, I knew you’d be the first.”

I slide lower along her pliant body, trailing my open mouth all the way down her exquisite belly, before lifting up her skirt, revealing her virgin pussy, the cotton underwear pulled so tight, I can see her grooves. “I think your father knew I’d be the first, as well.”

Veda’s legs attempt to shoot together, but I hold them open and calm her down by kissing the insides of her knees, licking along her inner thighs toward her center. I lower her panties and almost come at the sight of her pink flesh, so damp and soft looking. She’s watching me get my first look and whatever she sees on my face is exciting her. Good. The more excited, the better she’ll taste on my tongue.

“How many girls your age have had their pussy licked properly? Not very many, I’m guessing.” I toss the panties over my shoulder and get down on my stomach, settling her bent legs on either side of my neck, watching her stomach lift and fall with sexy little shudders. “Maybe right now, you don’t understand why that short skirt is
such
a taunt, but you will. You won’t feel the same in it after you’ve come on a man’s tongue.”

I swear to Christ, I could lay there forever looking at her between the legs. The longer I stay in that position, the pinker her cheeks are turning, the more her ankles move restlessly on my back. “Please,” she whimpers, probably with no idea what she’s asking for.

So I show her. Planting a kiss on top of her smooth mound, just to watch the blush deepen once more, I use two fingers to part her unfucked flesh. I can tell she’s holding her breath, but it releases in a near hysterical rush when I take my first lick. She actually tries to get away and although I can barely think around the exquisite taste of her, I realize in that moment, I’m desperate enough for more that I would
imprison
her, if necessary, to get at that tight cunt with my mouth. As it is, I’m gripping her thighs to keep them open, to keep her ass stationary, so I can get a nice, long suck of her clit.

“Ramsey,” she sobs, fingers curling in my hair. “I-I…oh God.”

That’s when I have her. Those to-die-for legs fall open in surrender, allowing me to lick my fill—although, I already know that will never happen. She’s so warm and fresh, the scent of some fruity, juvenile lotion hitting my nose, it’s a heavy realization that I’m screwed forever. Lust is so thick in my belly, it’s a wonder I don’t explode from the pressure there, in my balls, in my head.
Must possess. Must take.

When I suck her clit between my lips, her hips rear up and I can no longer keep my fingers out of the action, especially if I’m going to ready her for what comes next. As in, I’m going to ride her pussy like a madman, as soon as she tells me it doesn’t hurt any more, from my first invasion. And fuck, I could soak the front of my briefs already just thinking about that skirt bunched around her hips while I pump, pump, pump, those sneaker-covered feet flopping up and down above my back.

Groaning at the image, I give her slick flesh my middle finger—and I release her clit with a curse. “Every part of you is going to be a challenge, isn’t it? That smart mouth, your mischievous mind…now this impossible-to-break-in pussy.” I try to twist my finger in a circle, but even
that
proves difficult. Reluctantly, I slip my finger free of her entrance and pick up the phone, dialing the driver. “Continue driving until you hear otherwise.”

I hang up before he gives me an affirmative answer, shoving my middle finger home inside Veda once more, drawing it in and out. “Ramsey,” she screams, bucking her hips. “That’s making me feel…”

Letting my mouth hover over her clit, I release a blanket of warm breath onto the wet flesh. “Making you feel
what
?” I flick my tongue out against the bud so many times in quick succession, the movement blurs. “Answer me.”

One of her knees knocks against the limousine wall in an attempt to spread wider, God love her. “Good. And full, but…strange. You’re making everything feel so
strange
.”

“Let it happen for me, angel.” I bend my finger inside her and tease her G-spot, smiling against her wet pussy when she jerks, crying out my name. “This is one of the things all those men want to do to you, Veda. They want to lick you off so bad. Go on, give me the little tongue bath they’re not lucky enough to taste. Go on.”

There’s no describing Veda having her first orgasm on my mouth. She damn near rips my fucking hair out, screaming herself hoarse above me, so loud the driver
knows
I’m banging my little school girl in the back. Passing motorists have no idea I’m about to take a virgin right here on the vibrating, carpeted floor as we fly across the Brooklyn Bridge and to be honest, part of me wishes they
did
know. It would make my possession of Veda that much more complete and I ache like a son-of-a-bitch to make it as official as possible.

I rise up over a still-reeling Veda. My cock is in a world of agony as I release it from behind the constricting fly of my dress pants and let it drop heavily over her trim, shuddering stomach, groaning when she sucks in a breath, her eyes shooting wide. There’s no way to make the first thrust easier, but knowing I’m about to cause her pain makes me hate myself. As if buying a seventeen-year-old with the intention of sleeping with her on a regular basis hasn’t already filled me with enough unwelcome guilt, I know once I’m inside that tight, untouched heat, I’m going to turn into a savage.

“What are you thinking about?”

She whispers the question while staring at my dick, as I jack it off in my fist. “Hurting you,” I grit out. “I want you spoiled and wrapped in silk. I want to give you so many orgasms, your beautiful legs stop working and you need me to carry you everywhere. To the office, to the bedroom, through restaurants. My well-fucked, overindulged little prize. The idea of making you hurt fills me with
rage
, Veda. I’d strangle another man for even
thinking
about it.” I position myself at the hole of her pussy and ram myself to the back, clapping a hand over her mouth just in time to trap the shriek. “But there’s no other way,” I growl up at the ceiling, lust and urgency clashing in my belly.

Every cell in my body lights up with wicked hot sensation. Her legs are scrambling on either side of my hips, heels digging into the ground, hips jerking back and forth. Her attempts to find a comfortable position are only causing her cunt to twist around my dick, making me anxious to pull out and drive back in.

“Be still,”
I rasp against her temple. “I won’t move again until the pain passes.”

When I remove my hand and try to kiss her mouth, she bites my bottom lip, slapping me across the face with the flattened palm of her hand. “It hurts. It
hurts.
”

Don’t pump yet. Don’t pump into that perfection. Not yet.
“It would have hurt no matter what, angel. You’re unusually tight and I’m—”

“So big,” she whimpers, still writhing around and making me hotter, more swollen inside of her. “I can’t move without feeling it way up in my stomach, Ramsey.”

Goddamn. Here comes the savage. She just said my name while pinned to the floor by my cock. My reserve of patience is waning. “Keep saying things like that and I won’t be able to wait,” I grind out, leaning down to suck long and hard on her right nipple. When I lick across to the other small, pink-peaked globe, her sobs turn to whimpers. “Angel likes having her pretty nipples played with?” I bat at the flesh in question with my tongue. “Doesn’t she?”

Her nod is almost shy, her back arching when I rake my teeth downward between her tits, then drag my tongue back up the same path.
“Ohhh.”

“
Yes
. You’re getting juicier between your legs, Veda. Inviting me to start pumping into your tiny fuck hole, aren’t you? Your body wants something you barely understand yet.” It’s an effort to get my erection free of her constricted entrance, but I manage to slide my girth halfway out, before driving back in, groaning almost loud enough to drown out her whines. “That’s a
good
girl, taking her first cock. Look at you, spread so wide, even though it hurts. What a brave girl.”

I can see she likes the praise, her eyes sparking, cheeks flushing pink. Which makes me want to give her more.
More.
A forever of just telling her she’s a good girl over and over, while taking her from behind, against a wall, tied to my bed. Wherever we get the urge. As if asking for more encouragement, she lifts her knees up until they’re even with her shoulders. So flexible and earnest, even biting her lip as though she’s not sure if it’s the right thing to do.

That’s when my composure begins to slip. She really is just
drenched
now, making it more manageable to thrust into her tightness and she’s making these mewling noises every time I get balls deep. It’s my goddamn undoing.

I hook my arms beneath her knees, yanking her legs wider as I fall onto her body, burying my face in the crook of her neck. My hips lose their measured pace and I quite simply fuck her innocent pussy the way an escaped felon might if he came across her in a dark alley after ten years of lockup. If you could feel the way her walls grip me in welcome, if you could hear the way she cries my name, you would understand why I lose the ability to go slow. Or even think. At least about anything but filling her with my come.

Against my stomach, I feel the scratchy material of her school girl skirt, the sides of her sneakers banging off the limousine walls, and my testicles grow heavier, probably turning that deep red color as they always do when I’m dying for relief. And there’s never been a time when that was more true. My life depends on giving Veda the scalding hot seed my body created in her honor. Her and what must be the snuggest, little pussy on the planet.

“Your daddy had to hide you away so no one could get at this perfect cunt, huh, angel?” I push deep and grind down, wanting to make my mark all the way back where no one else will ever touch. Mine.
Mine.
“When you look at a man, it’s right there in your eyes. I’m so tight, mister. Want to finger me and see? That’s why you need to be kept under lock and key, Veda. Your daddy and I both knew it, didn’t we?”

“
Yes
,” she screams, her tits jiggling with my rough, quick thrusts.

Desperate to feel her orgasm while I’m buried in her pussy, I release one of her legs and reach down to rub my knuckle against her clit, laughing under my breath when she closes her eyes and releases a broken sob of pleasure. “I’ve got a little secret for you, Veda.” I press my mouth against her ear, need blanketing my brain like a dense fog. “Your daddy probably wanted it, too.”

She gasps and I
know
I’m a bastard, know I should stop, but we’re wrapped up in lust in the dark interior of the limousine and in that moment, nothing feels off limits or forbidden. Nothing. And when she clenches around my dick so hard, I almost drain myself, I have a feeling she’s got some darkness in her, too. Darkness I crave. I want her to come to me for it when she needs a fix.

“He probably couldn’t help it, Veda. Couldn’t stop picturing all the ways you’ve filled out over the years. Or maybe that one time he peeked through your closed bedroom door and caught a glimpse of such coveted pussy.” She’s soaked now, her breath rasping out and I know she’ll climax any second, right along with me. “He hated himself for thinking of you at that crucial moment while he jerked himself raw in the shower, biting his tongue so you wouldn’t hear.”