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  “You want me to use baby oil on you next time?” I choke out. My cock is dripping and big and pressing up against the inside of my pants, the zipper near about fixing to bust right open.

  “Mmmhm,” she moans, biting her lip and stealing her gaze on mine. “I want you to get me wet.

  My heart is pounding a mile a minute. I need - I fucking need - to know how far she’s going to let me go. I don’t know if I’m going to be able to tread lightly here. I might have to just jump right the fuck in.

  “You want me to get you all wet baby?” I stroke up her thigh so achingly slowly that it feels like the motion lasts forever. I promised this would be over quick, but I’m making a liar of myself.

  “Ahh,” she moans, her sweet voice coming out high and smooth as butter. “You think you can make it nice and wet for me?”

  “You the one making it wet, baby.”

  “Nuh-uh,” she whispers. A moan escapes from her lips, a little louder than I like. “You’re making me wet, Thomas. You’re making me all wet.”

  “You have to be quiet,” I warn her, pressing my fingers into her skin, “people still sleeping. Someone could hear what I’m doing to you right now.”

  “I can be quiet,” she whispers. “I can keep a secret.”

  Well fuck me.

  I push my hands higher, moving so she’s facing me square-on. My heart is about to beat out of my chest and I swear I can see the fluttering of her heart through her little white tank top. Her nipples are tiny like two little buds of roses and pulled tight, the crowned jewels on those round, perky little tits. I go higher still, my fingers brushing against the frayed and tattered edge of her jeans, one finger sliding up under between the material and her leg.

  “You like it when I make it wet, baby?” I whisper.

  She nods her head slowly with her teeth pierced down on her lower lip.

  I go higher, my finger sliding inside her bottoms. There it is. The point of no return. I drag my finger slowly over to the cleft of her hot pussy. She’s wet, and she’s also completely hairless, a fact I gather the farther I go. I venture farther still, putting my finger on her clitoris, pressing down softly, and moving in a small, slow, slower, tight circle.

  “Oh god Thomas,” she moans as her head falls backwards. “Fuuck.”

  I can’t fucking believe I’m doing this. This goes against what I swore I’d do, but I feel like I have no fucking choice in the matter now. My cock is dripping wet and harder than a diamond for her, and I won’t be able to stop myself now that I’ve got my hands on her. I get on my knees and knock her legs apart so I’m kneeling between her spread limbs, putting my body over hers and scooping her up with my hands under her ass.

  “Nobody’s made you wet before, little girl?” I whisper as I nuzzle against her neck.

  “No, nobody,” she whines, threading her fingers through my hair. “Nobody else. Nobody else.”

  “You kept this it nice and tied up tight for me?” I groan as I breathe against her before I capture her lips with mine. My tongue pries her mouth open and she wraps her arms around my neck, her bare heels pulling me into her.

  “Yeah baby, I kept it for you.”

  “And no one else has ever seen it, have they?” I mutter, dragging my spread hands down her body and behind her ass to give it a nice rough squeeze.

  “No, nobody.”

  “Because I’d know, wouldn’t I baby?”

  “Yeah,” she whines in a light little whisper, “you’d know. You been watching me. You know I kept it for you. Kept it all wrapped up tight, it’s got a bow with your name on it.”

  I grit my teeth against her neck and feel my cock explode, come shooting up into my boxers and leaking through as I press my dick up against her hot core.

  “Shit,” I rut out, coming as I ride her. The wave of guilt I expect to wash over me doesn’t come. I am not spent. I am not satisfied. I’m dry-fucking her with shorts full of come and it’s not even close to enough for me.

  “You’re so fucking hot, Thomas,” she moans, kissing my neck and taking my face in her hands.

  “You’re the most incredible fucking woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,” I whisper against her as I kiss down her smooth, flawless belly. I unbutton her shorts to reveal the tiny, white bikini beneath and growl against her pussy as I slide the zipper down to unveil her for my eyes. “Have to see that pussy.”

  Her knees bend and I pull the shorts down over her round, plump ass as her back arches off the dock.

  Her fingers are locked behind my head and my heart is pounding like a thick current of blood between my ears.

  “Nobody’s licked this pussy, have they?”

  “No,” she whines, “nobody.”

  I lift one leg up and slowly pet her pussy, giving it a few broad, light strokes.

  “Thomas!”

  “You have to be quiet, baby.”

  “I won’t tell anybody. Please take me, Thomas. I need you.”

  The words ring in my head like a big, ugly bell.

  What the fuck am I doing?

  Won’t tell anybody? That’s the opposite of what I want. I rise to my knees and push my hand through my hair, looking down at the perfect, beautiful goddess spread out in front of me.

  She props herself up on her elbows, her mouth puffy and her chest heaving.

  “What’s wrong?” she asks, panicked. “I promise this will just be between us.”

  “You have the wrong idea here,” I tell her.

  Fuck. This has already gone too far.

  Because I’m not doing this half-way. It’s all or nothing for me.

  “If you think I can keep you a secret, you are fucking wrong, Peach. This can’t fucking happen.”

  She scrambles to her feet, grabs her shorts and sandals with tears in her eyes, and runs toward the thick, dense woods.

  “Fuck!” I mutter, slashing my arms down to my sides before pinching the bridge of my nose. “Fuck.”

  9

  Peach

  I fumble with my keys as I get to the back door of my house. Thomas is fast on my heels and when I push the screen door open he catches it and then slams it closed behind him. I don’t stop walking until I’m in the kitchen, tears staining my cheeks. A deep sigh breaks in my chest as I pull my shorts on.

  “Just leave me alone,” I say over my shoulder. “Leave me alone.”

  “Turn the fuck around, Peach.”

  My chest puffs up with a big intake of air. I do as he says, slowly turning around to face him.

  “What?” I say expectantly. “Just let me go, okay? If you aren’t going to give me what I want, just let me fucking go. I can’t do this anymore, Thomas. You’re hot, you’re cold. You’re all over the place.”

  “What you want?” He takes a step toward me, his eyes narrowed onto mine. The heat coming from his body is nearly unbearable. It’s making me feel hot all over. So…damn…hot. That kiss. His touch. The feeling of his fingers splitting me open and the soft tips draping hot and wet over my clit. His words. His dirty, filthy hot words. “I asked you a question, Peach. You think I’m not giving you what you want? Tell me what you want.”

  “I want…you, Thomas. I want you, okay? Every single time I close my eyes I see you. When I wake up in the morning I want you to be there. I want you so badly that I just don’t know what the hell I’m going to do with myself anymore. I need you to be with me. I fucking promise that if this happens, we can go back to the way we were before. But I need you. I need you to kiss me, I need you to fuck me, I need to feel you. I need it.”

  “You don’t want me,” he rumbles. “You don’t want any part of me, especially if you want me to pretend this never happened. You don’t want any part of that, Peach. Trust me.”

  “How do you know what I want? Huh?” I take a step toward him. I can barely hear myself talk over the beating of my heart and the whirring of my thoughts. “You don’t know what I want, Thomas. You can’t possibly know what I want. Because if you did, you’d know that you ar
e the only thing I want. If you had any fucking idea how badly I wanted you…I don’t know what to do with myself.”

  “I’m a jealous bastard, Peach. I can’t give you what you want. I can’t just fuck you and walk away. Because I won’t be happy with just a taste of you. I want the whole fucking package, and if I just get a taste, that’s something that I am not going to be able to come back from. There will be no going back. And you’re too good for me. Too good for this town. Too good to have me breathing down your throat. Too good to have me on your ass twenty-four-seven. Too good to see what I’m capable of. Too good to be with some guy who is way too fucking old for you and who promised your granddaddy he would take care of you.”

  My mind went to mush when I heard the word “fuck” slip past his lips. The idea of having his dirty mouth on mine, his lips blazing a trail across my skin…it’s too much to take. I had a taste. And now I need more.

  And all this talk of not going back after this? Of him being too good for me?

  “You’re all I want, Thomas. You are all I’ve ever wanted. I don’t care if you think you’re too old for me. I don’t care if you think people will judge. And if you really promised my grandfather that you would take care of me, then take care of me. Take care of me like a man is supposed to take care of the woman who wants him and who he wants back, damnit. Even if it’s just one time. I would give anything for just one time with you, Thomas.”

  “This isn’t a game for me. Don’t go around asking for things that you can’t handle.”

  Lightning erupts across my skin.

  “Please, Thomas,” I mutter, taking a small step toward him so we’re almost touching. “I need you. Don’t make me beg.”

  “Don’t make me do this, Peach,” he growls down at me. “I am not going to just fuck you and then walk away. I can’t claim this and then let it go. It’s just not going to work like that.”

  He gets really close to me, his warm, sweet breath swirling around us. He puts his hand on the small of my back and pins me to him, my arms going limp at my sides at the feeling of his dick pressing up against my belly.

  “Then why are you holding me?” I mutter.

  “I’m not going to fuck you if you’re only asking for one time, but if you need this from me, I’ll do it.”

  “What?” I moan as he drops his mouth to my neck. He nips and licks against the column of my throat, his thick lips blazing a hot trail on my skin. His tongue sweeps out and he swirls it around my earlobe.

  “I can feel your tongue like it’s supposed to be inside me,” I whine. “I can’t take this. Please. Just once.”

  “No,” he growls. “I’m not going to fuck you, but I will eat your pussy. I will eat your ass if you want that, too. I might even fuck your ass if you beg me pretty enough. But I won’t fuck your pussy. Is that fucked up? Fuck yes it is. But if I get my dick in that pussy it’s going to belong to me. I can rent out your ass but I’ll own that pussy if I get my cock in it.”

  He pulls me against him harder and stamps his mouth down on mine, and the whole world disappears. My mouth opens up as he forces his tongue deep inside, our tongues trashing together under the seal of his lips. He groans audibly and shoves a hand down the front of my shorts, his fingers finding my soaked hole as his other hand comes up to my breast and gives it a firm, possessive squeeze. His fingers yank my tank-top and bikini top down and his palm brushes around my breast, making my nipples peak into tight tips as he slides one big finger from my hole up to my clit.

  He lifts me in the air, spins me around and sits my ass down on the edge of the kitchen table. My hands fly to his belt and I start to undo it with trembling fingers when he pulls away, grabs a chair, and spins it around so he’s straddling it.

  With a ferocity I’ve never seen before, he puts his hands under my ass and yanks my shorts and bikini down, taking the edge of the latter in his teeth. I feel my breath hitch at the vision of it hanging from his mouth, gripped between his teeth, and when he sucks in a deep breath and his eyes change before me.

  He drops them into his lap and groans.

  His bruising fingers find my ass cheeks and he digs in, pulling me off the edge of the table. I think I’m going to fall off but he grips me so strong, his thumbs sneaking around between my ass cheeks and splitting my lips open to show him my wet holes between them.

  A fierce growl rips from his lungs and he dives between my legs, making one long, broad stroke up from above my back hole, past my pussy, and up to my clit. My legs go to lock around his head but he pushes my ass onto the table and grips my ankles, pulling them apart and shackling my heels on the edge. And all along, his tongue doesn’t leave my clit. He flicks it back and forth with a hard, strong tongue. He loosens his tongue up and slides it against the sensitive skin surrounding it. He makes little flickering motions over it with just the tip. He pulls the skin open and sucks me down, slurping at me with big, sweet, noisy, wet kisses.

  I lay back as my eyelids flutter closed, blinded by the white-hot sensations rippling through me.

  “I can’t believe…I can’t believe you’re really kissing me there…I can’t believe you’re actually doing it…oh god…I’ve wanted this…Thomas…”

  He takes the death lock off my ankles and puts his hands under my ass again. I feel him pull away and his zipper goes undone, but then I feel his lips near my clit again. Warm liquid bathes it and he laps it all up, sucking me hard with his lips suctioned around me and his tongue flicking back and forth.

  His hands go lower now, his thumbs deeper inside my cheeks as his tongue backs off, licking everywhere except my pulsing hot clit. He spreads my legs apart, his fists closing in knots around my knees. I’ve never felt so exposed, so lost in the moment, so hot and so excited in all my life. His tongue slides down from my clit and he stiffens it, thrusting deep inside my hole while one hand glides along my leg until it’s strumming at my clit. I feel a finger playing around the skin below my wet hole, inching lower and lower as my back arches.

  “Thomas baby,” I whine, my hands behind his head, “should you be…should you be…?

  “What baby, should I be fixing to eat this ass?”

  He pulls his lips away and his finger goes lower, tickling the skin of my asshole. A deep shudder breaks through me.

  “Oh my fucking god Thomas,” I groan, arching my back off the table. “I don’t know if you’re supposed to be doing that. I don’t know if you should…”

  “Your little pussy is dripping down and making your ass all wet, and that means I have to put my tongue there. I told you your pussy and ass were getting eaten, girl. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

  “It…it feels…I don’t know if…ohhhh…”

  A deep, guttural moan breaks through me as his tongue glides around my back hole. The sensation is electric, and when I’m just settling into the deepening pressure inside my clit, he slides his tongue back up to it, splitting my lips apart with his thumb and forefinger and making me scream. His lips wrap up around my clit as one finger slides around my wet, tight back hole. First the tip slides through, then a little bit more. I feel my ass tighten around his finger, and with each little inch by little inch he fucks my ass, pulling his finger out again and then plunging it back in, slowly and methodically, turning his fist so I can feel every little sensation, fucking my brains out in a way I never thought possible.

  “Thomas, Thomas,” I pant, my lungs desperate for air. Every gasping breath is met with a heightening pull inside my belly.

  “If that’s your idea of begging real nice and sweet, you better add some sugar.”

  His mouth closes around my pussy, his tongue working in probing swirls. I just can’t help the sounds coming from my chest. I just can’t. He’s going to think I’m asking him to put his cock inside my ass with these whimpers I’m making. He told me to add some sugar to my moans, and I feel like that’s what I’m doing because it pleases him to tease and torture me with promises of things I’ve never thought about before. The idea th
rills me, but I want him to put his dick in my pussy. I don’t want his dick in my ass. I want him to flip me over, pull my hair and do me from behind, his cock hitting the deepest parts of me with every thrust, and then I want to feel him explode deep inside me and bathe my insides with his seed.

  But right now I can’t help what I’m doing or saying or the sounds my body is making.

  “Mmmmn, Thomas,” I whimper foreignly as I cruise my hands through his thick hair, a new leak of juices sliding out and down. A rough laugh breaks through his chest as he pushes his finger all the way inside my ass, then licks the rim clean around his finger.

  “There’s my bad girl,” he growls against my clit before sucking it between his lips again. “You want to be my little bad girl?”

  “Oh yes Thomas,” I whisper. He pulls his finger out of my ass and brushes the tip against the skin between my holes. “I want to be your bad girl. I want you to fuck me. Please.”

  I hear the chair skid against the floor and then crash down as he stands over me, taking his thick cock in his hand to pump his fist up and down. It’s leaking big beads of come over the tip, a full load already soaking the hot, raw length, dribbling down as he fists himself with my bikini wrapped around the base, and pushes his other hand through his hair.

  “Aint going to fuck you, girl,” he growls, putting the tip of his cock against my clit. He rubs it back and forth and my lips pop open at the sight - my clit, swollen, pulsing, ready to burst, and his cock, dribbling come all over it. “Told you I ain’t fucking this pussy.”

  “It’s what I want though,” I tell him. “I want it so bad. Please. I need you inside me.”

  “Goddamnit,” he grunts, pushing the head of his cock between my lips. My hole is so tight and small and his cock is big, thick, pulsing wildly. “Can’t fuck this pussy without claiming it as mine. One time isn’t enough for me and if we go there you won’t be able to handle it.”

  “Then make me come and leave me alone if you think I can’t handle you,” I cry.