Naughty Tales Collection - KL Donn Page 0,18
do was rip it off. You better still be wearing it when I pick you up tonight.” I groan, wanting to take her now.
“Tonight?” Her eyebrows furrow with her confusion.
“Tonight.” I confirm.
“I’m working tonight.” Her words only piss me off. All those horny bastards watching her.
“What time?”
She licks her lips as she tries to think. “I have three sets tonight, the first is at ten, but I have to be there for nine.”
“Fine, I’ll be at your house at eight.” My words grow harsher the more I think about her dancing for other men.
“What about Oli?”
“He’s a big boy, I’m sure he knows how to keep his trap shut.” He’d fucking better.
“I don’t know…”
“Baby, the only way you’re going in to work tonight instead of being strapped to my bed until morning is if my cum is dripping down your silky thighs while you’re dancing for other men. They need to know you’re taken and mine.” I bite the words out, forcing myself to get under control before I fuck her senseless here and now.
“Mr. Daily…”
“Jack.” I snap.
Eden’s clear green eyes stare up at me. Swirling with a mix of confusion and desire. “Jack,” she licks her lips and her hips move slightly forward, “That’s not a good idea.”
“Why the fuck not?” I see nothing wrong with it.
“Because I’m not on the pill.”
“So?” I don’t even have to think about. I’m thirty-nine fucking years old, I’m not getting any younger, and this woman is mine for life. I’ve waited a long fucking time for her. I won’t let a little thing like kids change my mind.
She rolls her eyes now and I pinch her ass cheek. “Ouch.”
“Don’t be a brat.”
“I’m not. I’m being sensible.”
“Sensible is my dick buried balls deep in your tight pussy right fucking now, but I know you won’t be up for that yet. Soon, but not yet.”
“You can’t say those things.” She smiles shyly and I know she enjoys it.
“Why the hell not?”
“Because we’re in a school. Where you’re the principal.” Her words are hushed, scandalized even and it’s cute.
“Baby, I’ll do whatever I please, whenever and wherever I please. And I’ll damn well be doing it with you.” It’s not just a promise but a damn vow. This woman is mine.
Stepping back so she can breathe, I clasp her hand in mine and drag her over to my desk. Sitting in the chair, I place her on the surface in front of me. She watches me but doesn’t say anything.
“Now, let’s talk about that brother of yours.” I spread her legs to see just how revealing these tiny fucking shorts are and I’m pleasantly surprised to discover she’s not wearing anything underneath. “Jesus that’s a nice fucking surprise.”
Rubbing my hands up her thighs, I pull the shorts to the side and see she’s nice and bare, allowing me to see every inch of her dripping wet cunt.
“Do I make you this juicy, Eden?” I brush a thumb across her folds, and she shivers. Her head drops back on her shoulders and she lets out a little moan.
“When’s the last time you’ve been touched by a real man?” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I regret them. I don’t want the fucking answer. I may kill someone. “Don’t,” I snap when she opens her mouth to reply, “fucking answer that.”
Her lips quirk up to the side as I lean forward to breathe in her scent. Fuck, she’s as ripe as a fresh raspberry and my mouth waters. I feel her hands grasp my hair and it’s only a second later that she pushes me further into her opening, my lips against her.
Without thought my tongue comes out to play and I lick up her folds, pressing as close to her core as I can. “Right now.” I feel Eden breathe close to my ear.
Son of a bitch.
“And the time before that?” I pull away to look at her.
My sexy little woman gets brazen and leans back, lifting her shirt to show her round tits. Nipples perked up and ready for a nibble. A blush creeping up her chest. Eden places her heels on the edge of my desk as she spreads her thighs further apart.
“Last night.” She purrs and stares at my crotch where my dick is throbbing in pain.
“Before that?” Fuck I must love being tortured.
She licks her lips, closes her eyes and tilts her head. “There was a time when I just turned eighteen that this man,” her eyes open