23. Consequences of your choices
Consequences of your choices
Wade
It’s almost dusk when I finish baling hay in the closest pasture. But the sense of satisfaction is soured by knowing that Elena is probably pissed at me.
She doesn’t know that it’s for her own good, even if it’s killing me to have to shut her down.
The dejected look on her face almost had me tearing apart inside.
I want to be the one to put a smile on those full, pink lips. And to have her touch me again.
My thigh still tingles from where she sat, squeezing me with her legs.
Fuck, if only it were my hips settled between her knees.
When I finally make it into the house, it’s quiet, but I can see the light on under her bedroom door.
There’s a piece of me that wants to push it open. Maybe I’ll find her naked on her bed, thinking of me. Her hand would be working against the dark curls of her pussy as she moans my name.
Stop.
Maybe she’s trimmed?
God damn it. Enough.
Her fingers would rub tight little circles against her sweet clit, and—
Frustration and self loathing has me pushing roughly through my own bedroom door so hard it bounces off the wall to slam against the frame.
Ripping off my button down shirt rends the threads holding the fasteners.
Screw them.
The zipper of my jeans is bulging to the point of tearing, my stiff cock hurts, jammed against it until I lower it with a sigh of relief.
I don’t know how I’m surviving this. She bounces around here barely clothed, the dimple of her ass cheeks always hanging just below the fabric of her tiny shorts.
And all I can think of is wanting to grip those magnificent orbs in my palms as I thrust inside of her, knotting my fingers in her black tresses until she cries out.
I should be ashamed of myself, thinking of Maria’s daughter this way.
Yet my hand finds my rigid erection as I wait for the water in my shower to get hot.
I want Elena so badly it makes me feel like I’m going to explode.
Working my thumb over the swollen head, pre-cum lubricates my strokes.
Leaking need glistens on my shaft as I work my fist up and down.
Bracing myself on the wall near the mirror, I give in, pumping myself faster.
Until movement in the reflection catches my eye.
My damn door didn’t latch.
And now her unwavering gaze is fixed on me.
I should tell her to get the hell out.
Fuck it.
“Do you like seeing what you do to me?” I growl, meeting her blown pupils in the mirror.
She nods slowly as she licks her lips, then takes a step inside.
“Yes, daddy,” she whispers.
That pulls a groan out of me. Every time she calls me that, it makes my groin tighten.
Having her here, in my space , watching me…
It’s almost too much.
“Get on your knees, then. Show me you want it.” My knuckles turn white as I squeeze myself, desperate to keep from tipping over the edge.
When she drops without hesitating, I almost tumble off the cliff.
“Oh—” My chest rumbles as I move in front of her. “—you’re being a good girl.”
Pink flushes her cheeks with her bottom lip rolling between her teeth. “I want it, daddy,” she breathes. The heat of her exhale tickles my thighs.
“Stick out your tongue. Taste the consequences of your choices.” Gripping myself at the base, I tap the engorged tip against her hot, wet mouth.
She reaches for me, but I pull my length away. “No hands. Just those pretty lips wrapping around me.”
Her tease of a smile tugging up the corner of her cheek makes me leak again.
Fire seizes my nuts when she envelops the end and runs her tongue over the slit.
A soft moan vibrates from her throat as she takes me deeper.
“That’s it. You’ve been my slutty little cock tease for weeks.” I push further, watching the tears start to seep from her eyes. “Begging me.” Deeper.
Her nostrils flare and I watch her try to relax her throat.
“Is this what you wanted? Punished?” Tangling my fingers in her damp hair, I thrust hard enough that she gags before I pull back.
She blinks rapidly, her chest heaving over her hands buried between her clenching thighs. “Yes, please,” she pants. “I don’t want to think.” Her pouty swollen mouth purses. “Take care of me?” Those long lashes blink up at me as her lips open obediently.
My thumb trails down the soft skin of her cheek, then traces along her chin before wrapping under her jaw.
When she tilts her head up, exposing more of her long throat to let my fingers coil behind her neck, I know I’m fucked.
She’s giving herself to me.
“I’ll be your daddy, baby girl. But that means you’re mine. ” I’m done sharing.
I want Elena for myself. Taking care of her needs has become the highlight of my life.
Knowing I can claim her body as well makes my heart race waiting for her answer.
Her small nod caresses my hand. “I’m yours.”
My grip snugs, pulling her to stand. Hovering my lips over hers, I hold back from kissing her.
Not yet.
Her trembling belly brushes the wet tip of my cock, but she stands perfectly still.
“Get on the bed. On your hands and knees.” Letting go of her physically hurts.
But when she complies and sticks her round ass in the air, all of my pain disappears.
“These fucking purple shorts.” Threading my fingers through the back, I hike them up to expose her rounded hips.
And her soaked pussy inside the seam of the crotch.
She moans when I twist my fist into the fabric. I’m sure the hem is rubbing in places I’ve only dreamed about.
Flattening my palm, I crack it over the apex of her thigh. “Teasing me.” Another light smack on the other to match. “Taunting me.”
She gasps, her arms giving out to drop her chest to the blanket, while her arousal dribbles down between her legs.
I can’t resist. Running my finger down the seam, the hot heat of her begging cunt soaks me as she squirms.
The first taste of her does me in. I knew I’d like it.
But now I crave it.
“I’ve been trying,” she whines, rolling her pelvis into my touch. “To make you want me as much as I want you.”
She looses another muffled cry into the mattress when I spank her again.
“Why me?” My question comes out hoarse.
It makes sense I would want her. She’s young, beautiful, sexy, and smart. Her loyalty to her sister is admirable almost to a fault.
But me? I’m twice her age, stubborn, and have no patience for anyone other than…her.
“Because,” she whimpers. “You take care of me like no one ever has before. For the first time, I feel seen. Appreciated.” She trails off until my palm snaps across her reddening ass.
“Wanted!” she cries out, her chin raising. “You make me feel wanted!”
Flattening my hand, I rub slowly over the marks, letting my thumb drift along the snug cotton buried in her pussy.
“Fuck, Elena. You have no idea how bad I’ve ached for you.” I finally let her stretched shorts go, tugging them down her supple thighs and over her knees.
But I don’t pause in my exploration. Letting the calluses of my hands work across her soft skin, I want to memorize her body with my touch.
It’s only when I drift over the monitor strapped to her ankle that I get a shock of cold water.
I shouldn’t be doing this. I’ll be compromising her, the investigation, even Black Gulch, if I go through with this.
So I do what I know I have to do.
What every cell in my brain is screaming at me not to do.
I lift her up, tangling my fingers in the raven locks of her hair, and press my lips to hers.