Naughty Tales Collection - KL Donn Page 0,5

over her body. She fucking rubbed it in with a goddamned smile on her face and cuddled up to me.

We spent the whole night with her in my arms. I’ve never slept better in my life. I want to do it again. I need to fucking do it again. Every damn night.

With her.

Only ever with Celeste.

Looking to her side of the bed, I already know she’s gone. She stole away sometime in the early morning hours. Anger rolls through me that she thinks she can leave me.

If anyone leaves anyone, it’s me. I leave.

Not with her, though. She obviously didn’t believe me when I said she’s mine. Last night just proved further that she’s it for me. That I’m keeping her for myself.

Rolling out of bed, I grab a pair of shorts and my phone and head over to her house. The street is quiet as I walk outside. For a weekend, that’s unusual around here.

Walking up the front steps to her house, I knock on the door. I know she’s home. When there’s no answer, I try the handle. Locked.

Mother fuck.

Jogging around to the back, I try the back door and luck out when it opens. Gonna have to talk to her about that. Irresponsible.

“Celeste?” I call out. I know she’s here. She’s a quiet girl and I know she doesn’t have very many friends, so there isn’t much else she could be doing.

Waltzing through her house, I’m surprised at the size of the liquor cabinet in the den as I walk past. “Jesus,” I hiss. Someone has an addiction.

“Celeste!” I call louder this time as I reach the stairs. Seeing a closed door with her name on it, I walk in to see her sleeping in my t-shirt in her bed. The picture makes me hard. It’s not just that she’s in my shirt, but the pure innocence that surrounds her makes my chest tight with desire.

Strolling closer to her, I see tears staining her cheeks and worry I was too rough with her last night. Gently peeling back her blanket, I lift up the shirt and see hand-sized bruises lining her hips and back from where I squeezed her to hold her in place.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter quietly. Dropping my shorts, I climb in bed with her and softly roam my hands up and down her body. Being tender with a lover isn’t normally my forte, but she’s so much more than any lover.

She’s Celeste.

She’s my girl.

My life.

My love.

Love?

When the hell…

I don’t even fucking care.

“Baby.” I kiss her hip over the bruise. She doesn’t move. “Celeste.” I kiss her ass cheek and nibble when she moans. The scent of her desire permeates the air and my dick has grown to a solid length I can’t deny.

Turning her body, I pop her hips up in the air. She’s still fucking sleeping.

Not for long.

Spreading her ass cheeks, I lick along her slit to find her soaked for me. She’s just begging for a nice, long fucking.

“Alright, baby. You asked for it.”

Lining my dick up, I spread her thighs further to make room and slowly, achingly, glide my dick into her tight little cunt.

“So fucking good.”

With pink frilly shit, teddy bears galore, and a teenage girl under me, I slowly fuck in and out of her.

Feeling dirtier, and happier, than I have in a long damn time, I take my time with her. Not going too hard, I rock back and forth, waiting for her eyes to flutter open.

“Come on, baby, wake up for daddy.”

Shit. Where the fuck did that come from? Jesus, this girl makes me all kinds of nasty.

“Martin?” Her sleepy voice whispers as her eyes flutter reluctantly.

“That’s right, baby, daddy’s here.” I lean over her back and see her baby blues widen with shock.

“Daddy?” she says skeptically, but my cock fucking jumps with joy. Dirty bastard.

“When this dick is in you, you scream daddy, long and fucking loud,” I instruct her.

Ignoring my demand, she asks, “What are you doing here?” Her sniffle catches my attention.

“What the hell do you mean? Why wouldn’t I be here?” Now I’m getting mad.

“Onyx,”—I growl at my friend’s name—“says you’re a one-night-stand kind of guy.”

Freezing, her meaning becomes clear. She thought she was a one-night-stand.

“Not with you. Never with you,” I murmur, pushing my anger back. “You aren’t ready for everything I want from you, Celeste, so take my word. You are more than anything in this fucking world to me.”

Her watery eyes meet mine and I could drown in their depths