Chapter 4
ALEX
My cock floods with more tension. Somehow.
She’s the miracle girl. Making my heart beat with more emotion than it has in my entire life. Now, my body is aching all over, consumed with need.
“A … virgin,” I growl.
She leans up on her elbows. Hasn’t stopped breathing hard since we started kissing. Her chest rises and falls in a frantic tempo of temptation. Her big, juicy—fucking virgin breasts—make my shaft burn.
“I know,” she whispers. “I’m sorry if you thought this was a one-night-stand sort of thing, okay? But I can’t give you what you wa—”
I grip her leg. Hard. The hem of her dress falls away to show her pink underwear … half light pink, half almost black from where she’s soaked the material with her na?ve wetness.
“You’ve already given me what I want,” I snarl. “The moment I saw you, you gave it to me. I’m glad you’re a virgin.”
She whimpers. Fuck. It takes every ounce of self-control I have not to tear my huge dick from my pants and drive it into her virginal slit. Open her up, make her feel how badly I want her.
But it’s her first time.
I need to chill. A little. As much as I can when her thigh is hot as hell against my hand and her whimpering breaths tell me she wants more.
“You … are?” she murmurs after a long pause.
“I don’t want anybody else touching you. Seeing you like this. Hearing those hungry, fucking perfect moans. No, Bella. This is all for me. Only for me.”
I slide my hand up her leg. Heat swells between her thighs, tempting me closer. I groan as I try to go slow. Be gentle. But these hands were never made for softness.
“Say it,” I growl.
Her eyes snap open widely. Is she intimidated? Crap.
I make my tone softer. Just. “Say … it.”
“Only for you,” she moans. “Nobody else.”
“I know you’re nervous,” I tell her. “But I’ll take the lead.”
She bites her lip, lets out a ball-aching moan as I glide closer and closer to her underwear.
“You’ll be my … guardian, huh?” she says with a hint of that tempting sassiness.
I squeeze her thick thigh close to her sex. I know that once I touch her, I won’t be able to stop. I need to give her time to back down. Need to show her the respect she deserves.
But there’s a savage side of me that wants to bend her over this table and fuck her hard and raw until she’s creaming all over my dick. Fuck her like she’ not a virgin. Fuck her until she screams my name over and over.
“Your, what’s the best word … tutor,” I say with a smirk.
Her eyes light up. “My … instructor, huh?”
I grin. “Your … daddy!”
Fuck.
Her thighs clamp tightly around my hand. Heat explodes between her legs. She whimpers and claws at the table. Leaves nail marks like a sign of her desire.
“You fucking love that,” I snarl in shock and delight. “You want Daddy to teach you? You want Daddy to make you cum? Make your hole good and wet so that when Daddy fucks you, your virginness can take it?”
“Oh …” She breathes heavily, panting. “What the hell is going on?”
I push my hand against her sex finally. She breaks for me, shaking all over, trembling as I grind my palm up and down against her lips and her clit through her underwear.
“Something … Special. ”
Thunder cracks, and the walls seem to shake. “Something only Daddy and his horny little virgin get to share together.”
She nods frantically, staring at me with shock and fresh desire dawning in her face.
I’ve never experienced this before. And neither has she. But the moment I said Daddy, something changed.
I push her underwear aside and stroke my fingers along her naked slit. Her juices cover my hand. Her tangy beautiful scent fills the air.
“You’ve been leaking for Daddy all damn day, haven’t you?” I moan. “Ever since you saw Daddy, you’ve been filling your underwear with your juices …”
She opens her mouth like she’s going to speak, then lets out a shuddering moan. Nodding is all she can manage. And even that looks like it takes it out of her.
“Are you going to cum for Daddy?”
She nods again. Breathing hard. Like she’s taken a piece of the storm outside and it’s shuddering through her.
“Tell me,” I snarl.
With my free hand, I stroke over the outside of my pants. I can’t help it when she’s twisting and arching beneath me. When she’s giving herself to me like she was made for it.
“I’m going to …”
She gasps when I slide my middle finger into her tight-as-fuck hole. I force myself to go slowly. That’s miracle number three.
I drive my finger deep. Swirl circles inside her depths as the heel of my palm lavishes her needy nub with attention.
“Tell Daddy what he needs to hear like a good horny girl,” I groan.
“I’m going …”
I move my hand faster. Her slick hole makes squelchy sounds. My shaft burns as I stroke it over and over.
“Come for …”
She gets high-pitched. Urgent. Gasping as her hips buck like she can’t handle it much longer.
“Say it,” I roar, pumping my hand hard. Fucking her little hole with my finger as my cock throbs and aches in anticipation of her clutching tightness.
“Cum for Daddy,” she cries out.
Her thighs seize around my hand. Her hole pulses. Her eyes roll and her moans turn into hollow gasps. Like she can’t produce noise anymore.
I lean down to catch her breathiness. Kiss her as she bucks. Our teeth collide in lust as she unleashes, drenching my hand. I kiss her neck, then move down to her chest.
She moans when I drag the front of her dress down.
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.
I pull her bra down, staring at her thick delicious tits. Her breasts are as voluptuous as the rest of her. Her areolas are big, her nipples smaller. Perky and hard with her desire.
“Has anybody ever sucked your horny little nipples before?”
“Nah-uh.”
I look up at her. Cheeks flushed. Pupils blown like she’s high on me. On this. On us.
“Say it like a good girl.”
“No, Daddy,” she whispers. “Nobody has ever sucked them.”
“But you want Daddy to, don’t you?”
She nods. Moans. “I need Daddy to.”
“Oh, you good fucking girl. You know what Daddy needs to hear.”
“Yuh-huh.”
I push her breasts together. Take a moment to look at them, to drink in their beauty. Then I suck her nipples, one then the other. They get ever harder as I swirl my tongue around them.
I kiss down her body.
“I need to taste you,” I snarl.
“Yeah, Daddy?”
I move all the way down, gripping her legs, opening them so I can stare at her pink hole. Her entrance flutters. Her clit looks swollen, ready for more.
“Daddy’s horny little girl doesn’t want to be a virgin for ever, right?”
“No,” she moans. “God—no.”
“Daddy’s girl wants a big dick inside of her. Wants to be filled up.”
“Only … yours.”
“Careful, or you’ll make Daddy cum in his pants. I fucking love when you say things like that.”
I sink my hands indulgently into the thickness of her thighs. Her juicy size makes me want to bite down, mark her, tattoo her with teeth marks that somehow spell mine.
She leans up on her elbows. Stares down at me, matted hair falling sweaty across her face.
For a second I think she might tell me to stop. I mentally prepare for it …
How am I going to walk away? Her scent wraps around me, tangy and hot, as if keeping me here. Trapping me. And I don’t want to leave.
Her mouth twitches. Nerves fuse with excitement for this new adventure. “Well, what’re you waiting for?”
“Oh, fuck,” I growl.
She gasps when I press my face against her pussy. I open my mouth wide and take her in. Lapping my tongue greedily to her clit and then down her soaked folds. Her entrance tastes fucking gorgeous. Tastes like it was made for me.
“Does my horny little girl like when Daddy teases her pussy?” I growl. Circling her tunnel. Feeling her heat swell.
“Yuh-yuh-yes.” She gasps. “I love it, Daddy. Oh, Duh—”
From deeper in the villa, the phone rings. My private phone whose number only a few people know.
I pause.
My hands sink deeper into her legs. She whimpers. A hint of pain in the noise. It’s the only possible thing that could make me stop.
Leaning back. Staring at her needy and inflamed sex as I fight an internal battle.
“Is something wrong?” she asks. The lust in her voice falters.
If I don’t answer that phone, people could die.
I keep this to myself.
“Alex?” she asks. Tension in her voice. Tightness in her body that makes her curves shimmer like they’re hypnotizing me.
“I have to take it,” I snarl, turning away.
“Now?”
“Believe me, I don’t want to.” I stand. Bring my hand to her wildly receptive and eager slit. She arches against my touch. Her thighs clamp around my hand like she wants to trap me here. “Be a good girl and keep yourself warm and achy for Daddy. Touch your little horny clit for Daddy. Okay, Bella?”
Her pupils blow even wider. She looks at me with a mixture of frustration and disbelief. Her hips grind against me on autopilot like they’ve got a mind of their own.
“Alex …”
The phone blares insistently.
“I know,” I look anywhere but at her, and sigh. “I know.”
I lean down further. Bite her neck as softly as I can, and whisper . “Do what Daddy says. Keep your pussy wet. That’s an order. You don’t want to upset Daddy, do you?”
“Nuh-no,” she moans.
I pull away from her. If I don’t, I’ll lose my resolve.
Turn. Stride down the hallway. Fire in my gut.
Snap up the phone. “What?”
“Boss, I’m sorry,” Matteo says.
“Fucking what, Matt?”
“The Russians are dropping hints. Heavy hints. Looks like they’re going to hit the docks. We need to make a move.”
I grind my teeth. Thinking of my woman on the table. Her excited and confused hand busy between her luscious thighs. Sweat dripping down every inch of her tasty body.
“Boss?” he says after a pause.
I sigh. Massage the bridge of my eyebrows. My cock is still a solid pole thrumming with tension.
“Listen,” I snap. “This is what we’re going to do.”
Thunder crashes loudly outside. Like it’s matching my goddamn mood.