16. Anthony
Chapter 16
Anthony
I COME TO with Darcy in my arms and a smile on my lips.
I should feel bad about it, but after last night, I can’t find it in me to care. The woman wants me? She can have me.
My dick stirs at the memories of what we did. She’s so innocent. So fucking innocent. I should feel bad for all the ways I’m going to ravage her, but much like my quickly fading guilt, I can’t find it in me.
Shifting, I move so I can prop my head in my hands and look at her. She’s fucking flawless. Lightly tanned skin with bikini lines from her time at the beach, breasts that are far more than a handful, a stomach I can’t stop wanting to lay my head on, and her hips, thighs, and ass? My fucking dream . She’s not a small woman other than in height, and she is perfect. Completely and totally perfect.
She stirs, blinking open sleepy eyes and smiling at me with bare lips that are still swollen from all the kissing last night. She has a little beard burn, but it’s not enough to keep me from leaning to give her another kiss right now.
She melts beneath me, her soft sigh making my dick harden at the very sound of it. I push her hair away from her face to get a better look at her, and her grin gets even bigger.
“Who knew you were a cuddler, Mr. Hall?” Her voice is deeper than normal.
I give her a light scoff. “Who says I’m the one who was cuddling all night long?”
Her hand traces patterns on my chest. “Me. Because every time I woke up, you wrapped your arms tightly around me and wouldn’t let me so much as get up to go to the bathroom.”
I grunt, not sure if I’m ready to admit to that. But I release her. “You have three minutes before I expect you back in here.”
Her eyes light with mischief. “And if it’s longer?”
Brat . “Then I’ll punish you.”
She grins as she scoots out of the bed. When her eyes move about the room, clearly looking for something to put on, I shake my head. “No. Naked. Time is ticking.”
A slow smile crosses her face as her gaze meets mine. “Yes, Sir.”
She takes five minutes.
Which is fine, because it’s time she learned her first lesson.
She starts to close the door when she comes back in, and I give a quick shake of my head. “No need.” Then I sit up and rest my back against the headboard. “Come over here.”
Her steps are sure, but a flicker of hesitation flashes in her eyes as she crosses the room.
“Pull the covers down, and lay beside me, on your stomach.”
She steps to the bed and does as she’s told, lifting the covers and pulling them all the way to the end of the bed. Her eyes widen as she takes in my swollen cock. “I don’t know how it’s possible, but I think I forgot just how big you were. I thought it was a fever dream.”
I chuckle. “I’m no dream, sweetheart. Now lay down.”
She makes her way onto the bed, and I watch with rapt fascination as she moves, her breasts hanging heavy as she lowers herself to the mattress, then folds her arms to rest her head on them as she turns her gaze towards me. Her ice-blue eyes blink innocently as she says, “Now what, Daddy?”
Oh, fuck me. I shouldn’t, but God damn I fucking love it when she says it. And it must show on my face because she damn near purrs in satisfaction. I move, going onto my knees and running a hand along her back, down to her creamy white ass, and then down her legs. “Now you get punished for disobeying me,” I answer, and without giving her even a moment to wonder what I mean, I lift my hand and bring it down on her right cheek, delivering the first spanking.
She jerks, a look of surprise on her face as her mouth opens and she makes a noise of protest.
My cock jerks with pleasure. I do it again, this time smacking the left side. And she wiggles, pressing her thighs together like she’s trying to relive some pressure.
Perfect. I knew my little brat would like this. I deliver two more spanks, one for each side, watching the way her pale flesh reddens with my handprints. Groaning with the effort of not bending her over to fuck her immediately, I lean down and put my mouth next to her ear. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
She shivers, then nods. “Yes,” she whispers tentatively.
“Nothing to be ashamed about,” I murmur, rising back up and soothing the spots I’ve marked. I deliver another round, her answering moans music to my ears, then push my hand between her legs. “Fuck, you’re soaked.”
She whines. “Anthony, please.”
With a growl, I demand, “Please what ?”
“Please…anything,” she answers, wiggling her ass.
I smack it. “Stop moving.”
She stills. “Please, Daddy.”
I push my hand back between her legs, reveling in her wetness. Sliding a finger between her swollen folds, I tease her entrance, giving her just a little. Her legs tense in response, and I stop. She relaxes.
“You’re learning,” I praise. “Good girl.”
“Fuck,” she breathes. “Why is that so hot?”
I reward her with my finger, and she moans again.
“Can I have another?” she asks.
“Another what?”
“Spanking.” She’s not quiet about it this time.
My dick leaks at the request. I thought for sure she meant another finger, but this sweet innocent girl wants another spanking?
I pull my finger out of her pussy and present it to her. “Suck.”
She opens her mouth without complaint, and when her soft mouth wraps around my finger, I nearly come right then and there. I don’t miss the smirk on her lips as she licks me clean, either. She releases my finger with a pop as I slide it out of her mouth, and I move swiftly to give her exactly what she—and I—are desperate for.
Smack.
“Fuck, Daddy,” she breathes, her hands balled into fists on the mattress. “Again.”
“Seems someone likes herself a little pain to go with the pleasure I’m about to give.” I bring my hand down on the other side, watching with satisfaction as the skin continues to redden, then soothing it with slow circles.
“Again.”
“No,” I respond. “You aren’t the one in charge here, Darcy.” I grab her by the hip and yank, rolling her onto her back, her tits wiggling.
She looks up at me, her eyes bright. “What are you going to do to me?”
I don’t answer. Instead, I pull her leg up and around to bracket my hips, then yank her to me. Her chest heaves. “Yes, please.”
Still without speaking, I grab a pillow and put it beneath her hips, then lean over her. “Ready to be fucked, Little Girl?”
Her answering laugh is low and dark. “Do your worst.”
I slam home, both of us moaning. She’s so fucking tight around me, probably swollen from last night’s activities, and it’s that much better. I pull back and thrust again, needing to fuck her like I need to breathe. Her tits move with the force of my thrusts, and I lean down to capture one in my mouth, sucking the nipple in and biting down.
“Ow, fuck !” she yelps.
I don’t stop. She’ll take it.
Sure enough, her arms wrap around me, pulling me closer even as I pound harder, sucking her nipple much more intently. No way am I going to last.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she chants. “Harder, Anthony. Harder.”
I’m feral, growling and rutting into her with a ferocity I’m not sure I’ve ever felt. My balls tighten, my back tingles, and I know I’m nearing the edge.
“Come for me, Darcy. I need you to come. Now.”
The command works. She flutters around my cock, her sweet sounds driving me faster and harder.
She yells with her orgasm, her nails scraping down my back in a painfully delicious move that has me hissing in pleasure. I come instantly, growling into the curve of her neck as I hold her leg tight against my hip. She arches into me, a string of words and noises I don’t quite understand, but that I love.
Slowly, we still, and she holds me tight to her.
“That was amazing,” she finally says, her words slurred as though she’s drunk.
I chuckle. “It better have been.” Then I pull out, my cum leaking out of her as I go. It’s sexy as fuck, and I lazily push it back inside, swirling it into her like I did last night.
When I let myself flop onto the mattress onto my back, and Darcy follows, nestling her head onto my chest and humming contentedly.
It’s nice. I probably shouldn’t like it as much as I do, because God knows this can’t be anything other than what this is, but I’m a selfish bastard, so I’ll enjoy it for however long she lets me.
Then her stomach growls, and she giggles. “Sorry.”
I press a quick kiss to her forehead and tap her side, then get up. She rolls over and rises, as well. “Come on. Shower and then I’ll feed you.”
She waggles her eyebrows. “You gonna feed me, or are you gonna feed me ?”
I level her with my best glare. “You need to eat, Darcy.”
She just giggles in response. “Okay, Daddy.”
I roll my eyes and lead the way to the shower.
“Damn, that’s a fine sight,” Darcy says behind me. “Is this what I miss every morning? You striding naked across your loft?”
I give her a wink over my shoulder as I walk. “You should know, stalker.”
She blushes, and it’s the best thing I’ve ever seen. “Shut up.”
“Tell me I’m wrong.”
“You’re wrong,” she protests behind me.
A snort escapes me. “Nice try.”
She hums again, this one a noise of protest. How is it I already know the difference in her hums?
In the bathroom, ironically the only space other than the kitchen that she hasn’t redone in some way yet, I turn the shower on and swivel to face her. “I don’t have much in here. Soap and…soap.”
She shrugs. “It’s okay, Anthony. Not like you planned on needing girl soap.” She smiles.
We step into the stream, and I grab the bar of soap before she can, using it as another opportunity to run my hands over her luscious curves. She rinses and takes the soap from me, lathering me up the same as I did to her: with relish, and not missing a single inch.
“My stomach growled again,” she giggles as we dry off.
“Seems you’ve worked up an appetite.” I grin at her.
Her own smile broadens in response.
“Put on one of my shirts,” I tell her, opening the bathroom door and moving across the wide-open space once again.
“That’s not necessary,” she protests behind me.
I turn back to her. “It wasn’t an offer, Darcy. It was a command.”
She laughs. “You’re funny.”
I grunt, ignoring the comment and deciding she’ll understand I’m serious soon enough. Grabbing her clothes before she has time to get into the room, I sweep them into a drawer and hold out a T-shirt as she walks in.
“Where are my clothes?”
“I told you that you’re wearing one of my shirts.”
“But—my panties…”
“Are unnecessary.”
“And bra?”
“ Definitely not needed.” I pause. “Is that even comfortable?”
“What, the sports bra?” she clarifies.
I nod.
She snorts. “Of course not. But that’s the breaks,” she says and shrugs.
An irrational anger rises in me. The desire to take manufacturers to task and force them to make it better. She shouldn’t ever be uncomfortable.
“Anway, this seems unfair,” she continues. “Me only in a shirt and you in, what, a full set of clothes? Where’s my joy, Mr. Hall?”
I pull on a pair of boxers and hold my arms out. “Fair?”
She crosses her arms, looking absolutely delectable as she stands before me, still naked, tits on full display as she scowls at me. “I’d rather you be in briefs. Got any tighty whities in there?”
I smirk. She probably thinks I don’t own them. But I’m going to go one better. “Fine.” I shuck the boxers off and extract a pair of leopard-print briefs, then pull them on to her absolute delight. Letting the elastic snap against my waist, I strike a pose for her. “Is this joyful enough, Darcy?”
She covers her mouth and laughs. “It is, without a doubt, the most spectacular sight I have ever seen in my entire life.”
“Enjoy it, then. But no bacon for you.”
Her pretty lips open in surprise. “There’s bacon?”
“There was bacon,” I correct. “No way am I going to cook it like this.”
If I thought she was cute before, then the pout she gives me now might be the thing that undoes me. “Come on,” she wheedles.
I pop a smack on her bare ass as I walk past. “No.”
She brews the coffee while I make us scrambled egg and avocado breakfast tacos, and she shivers as she sits on the wooden chair at the small table set just off the kitchen.
“Cold?”
She pins me with a glare. “When was the last time you sat your bare ass on a chair?”
Okay, that’s fair. But I need her without panties. With a sigh, I pull my briefs off and sit, wincing as my balls attempt a retreat into my body. “Happy?”
She blinks. “First, you produce a pair of leopard-print briefs , and then you doff them to sit bare-assed on a chair like me. Who the fuck are you, and what did you do with Anthony Hall?”
I use my fork to indicate the food in front of her. “Eat. When we’re done, I have more eating to do.”
Her eyes widen, but she does as she’s told. She tries to wash the dishes when we finish, but I reach around and turn the water off. “No.”
“You cooked,” she protests, turning to look at me.
I close the few inches and kiss her, tasting the too-sweet coffee she drinks. Without a word, I scoop her into my arms and walk us back to the table, sitting her on top and kneeling before her. Hurts my knees like a motherfucker, but considering I’m about to bury my tongue in her pussy, I’ll get over it.
“Anthony, what are you—ohhh,” she moans, losing all coherent sounds as I lick and stroke her. She’s trimmed, the black hair framing the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. Georgia O’Keefe herself would have been inspired.
“Look at you,” I say, the taste of her fresh on my tongue. “Spread out like a damn feast just for me.”
I dive back between her legs, her mewls and sighs growing louder and louder until I’ve made her come. I barely let her recover before I’m standing and thrusting my cock into her, unable to believe how fucking good she still feels. It can’t possibly stay like this, my insatiable need to be inside her constantly. But as I stroke us to another set of orgasms, listening to her deep groans of pleasure, as I lift her legs to rest on my shoulders so I can get a better angle and watch her body move, just as sexy covered by my plain white T-shirt as if she were bare, I have to wonder what the fuck I’m doing.
But now isn’t the time for introspection. Now is the time to make her come. I press my thumb onto her clit, and sure enough, she cries out as her inner walls contract around me.
“Holy shit, oh my God, Anthony!” she screams as she comes. I hold off, waiting until I know she’s through before letting myself go. “Lift your shirt,” I grit out, and she does. Right in time for me to pull out and spurt all over her, long ropes of cum as she lifts onto her elbows to watch.
“Fuck yes, Anthony. Come all over me,” she urges. “Fucking paint my stomach.”
I swear, her words have me coming even more. All I can do is come, and come, and come.
Finally, I’m spent, and a wave of dizziness overtakes me. Using a hand to brace myself on the table, I take a deep breath and finally meet her eyes. “Holy shit.”
She eases her legs off my shoulders and smirks. “Holy shit is right, Mr. Hall. That was fucking incredible.”
I steal a glance at the clock across the room, then groan at the time. “I need to get downstairs.”
She sits up, her legs dangling off the table.
“I’m going to rinse off, but if you want another shower...” I start.
She shakes her head. “I want to feel this all day. Well, except for the cum. That I’ll rinse off.”
We take care of things, and I pull her clothes out of the drawer I’d stashed them in.
“Where’s my underwear?”
“I’m keeping those.”
Her eyes shimmer. “You gonna wash them or...?”
“See you downstairs.”
“Hey—um,” she starts.
Instantly I sense a shift in the mood, and I stiffen.
“What…what is this?” Darcy waves her hands between the two of us.
Tension takes up residence between my shoulders. “Why does it have to be anything?”
She stares at me. “I just?—”
I take another step back, fighting the instinct that wants nothing more than to take her in my arms and offer comfort. “I just had my tongue buried in your pussy not half an hour ago. There’s no need to define this.”
“So, we’re just…hooking up?” Her voice sounds small.
Hell. Isn’t this what she wants? No way would she want more than that. I’m old as fuck compared to her. So I shove the voice that’s yelling I’m being an asshole far, far down, and I nod. I nearly buckle when I raise my eyes to hers and see the pain she’s trying so fucking hard to cover up. But that doesn’t make any sense. Why would she want me ? I’m good for a roll in the hay. Not much else.
“Okay,” she responds.
I turn and walk as nonchalantly as possible, willing myself to move forward.