Chapter Four
Silas
I stroke my hard cock as I stare down at the woman I’ve thought about far too many fucking times. She’s perfect. Beautiful, smart, caring, and everything I’ve ever wanted.
She’s also my son’s ex-girlfriend, twenty years younger than me, and her parents are trusting me to keep her safe.
“Show me how you play with it,” I say as I groan and spit on her slippery, little pussy. “Show me how you play with yourself.”
She drags in a staggered breath, her gaze darting between my face and my throbbing dick, before she lands her hand on her soft slit, her fingers pressing into the seam, polishing that swollen nub I’m desperately trying not to lick.
Fuck.
“There you go. Rub it hard,” I groan, stroking my cock so fast and hard that my stomach muscles contract. “Good girl. That’s a good fucking girl,” I say through clenched teeth. “Work that little pussy.”
I study each movement. Every flex of her arm. Every twist of her finger. Every pant. The way her soft pink lips drop open. The way her hair falls off her shoulders and frames her perfect face. The sounds she makes as she spins her finger round and round that swollen nub.
God fucking damn, I’m gonna blow!
This is so fucked up, every fucking minute. I didn’t make it a single night without touching her. We’re two hours in and I’m thrusting my fingers inside of her so deep that I feel her virginity squeezing down on me. We’re two hours in and I’m stroking my cock over her bare body.
“Fuck.” Before I can think through the repercussions, I groan, “I’m about to come all over you.”
“Do it.” She swallows hard, eyes on me as she scrubs her slippery clit faster. “Come on me, Silas. I need it.” There’s a whine in her voice that sends a signal to the beast inside of me, like a distant howl answered by instinct.
I need to fuck her! I need to drive my hard cock into that tight, little body until I empty my seed and fill her full! I need to take her virginity! I need to spread her wide! I need to make her mine!
“Jesus Christ, angel. You see what you do to me?” I jerk faster, desperate to come before I do something I regret.
Her small hand lands on her breast and she pinches her nipple as she moans, her gaze never leaving mine.
Oh, she knows what she’s doing.
“You’re a little tease. My little… fucking… tease.” My teeth clench together as I growl out each word.
“I need it, Silas. Come on my tits! Please!” There’s a needy little whine that signals that carnal part of my brain again, and suddenly, without warning, I’m spilling ribbons of hot come all over her tits, her stomach, and her thighs.
It’s everywhere!
“Oh my God,” she sighs as she rubs her clit faster with one hand, the other rubbing my come into her chest as she moans and spasms hard and fast, her body contorting as I continue to stroke and empty myself all over her soft, innocent little frame.
This is fucked. I just shook her father’s hand and told him he could trust me. Now, I’m emptying my balls all over her.
The second the high begins to fall, guilt rushes over me. “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me. I shouldn’t have disrespected you like that.”
She grins sweetly as she plays in my come, twisting it over her nipples. “I would’ve gone further.”
Jesus Christ. My cock presses forward again like a hungry fucking asshole. “You’re a virgin.”
Her brows narrow and she sits up from the bed. “I never told you that.”
“I can tell. Your little pussy is tight as fuck. Nothing has been in there but me. What I just did was inappropriate. I should’ve known better.” Standing from the bed, I make my way into the bathroom, wet a towel with warm water, and return, cleaning her off.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve never felt more cared for in my life.” Her voice is soft, her gaze on me as I finish toweling my filthy come off her innocent skin.
Jesus Christ, I need help. Hell, I might need more than help. I might need an intervention because I don’t know how the hell I’m ever going to stop touching her now.
When she’s properly cleaned, I pull back the covers and tuck her inside, fighting the urge to slide in beside her. “Tonight is a night I’ll remember.” I kiss her forehead gently, forcing my body to do the things I’m telling my brain it needs to do.
You can’t sleep with her. You can’t hold her. You need to walk out of this room and let tonight be a one-time thing. It’s for the best. She has a whole fucking life to live. Who am I to interrupt and confuse her?
“Silas,” she says, her voice soft and angelic, “don’t go. Please.”
Holy hell. This is falling apart quickly.
I consider myself a disciplined man. I spent years in the military where routine, order, and control were second nature. I raised Adam on my own, while working two distilleries in the Springs. Control is something I live with every day. Yet here, with Ellie, I’m impulsive, reckless, and chaotic.
My chest tightens as I sink into the bed and pull her close. My cock is already hard again, tenting the sheet as I breathe in the warm vanilla scent of her hair.
Fuck. This might be the worst pain I’ve ever felt in my life. She’s everything I’ve thought about for a year. More than a year. Everything I need, yet know I can’t have. Not in the way I want it.
If we were to be together, I’d have to keep taking her in secret, never fully having her in the way my body craves. Even now, with her thigh twisted up on mine and her head on my chest, I know this isn’t permanent.
I can’t have her.
She’s too young, too forbidden, too off-limits.
I have a job to do.
I’m here to keep her safe, and I will, even if that means keeping her safe from me.