Chapter Four
Duke
I’m on fire. My entire body. Every cell, every synapse, every inch of me. She’s gorgeous, legs splayed out like butterfly wings as her soft pink pussy swells.
I blame instinct, but I don’t remember my body ever having a reaction like this. I feel my shoulders rise and fall and my breath pick up. I feel the urge to bend this girl over and take care of her in ways I’ve only dreamt about. I feel like a slave to whatever hormone is pulsing through me.
“I’m so embarrassed.” Her cheeks are pink, and the vibrator she held against her soaking red pussy still lies on the bed next to her as she swings her legs closed and sits up from the bed.
Somewhere deep down, I know the rational explanation should be to walk away, to pack up my things, leave the room, and never come back again.
Maybe even push up my move before I do something crazy.
A part of me knows all this. Another part of me, the feral part, doesn’t care about any of that.
That part of me wants to give this woman my seed and let the world do with it what it will.
That part of me is screaming the loudest right now.
“Why did you stop?”
She stares toward me, her chest rising and falling quickly before her mouth drops open. “What do you mean?”
I swallow hard and tilt my head to the side slowly. “I mean, you looked like you were having fun,” I clear my throat, “and I swear I heard you say my name.”
She squeezes her thick thighs together and resituates on the bed. “What?”
“I heard you say my name, Kitten. Why did you say my name when you were touching yourself?”
“You must have heard me wrong.” She diverts her gaze away, and there’s something about the shy innocence that sends a pulse to my cock even stronger than the last.
It’s so strong that I let myself forget the repercussions of sitting next to her on the bed. I let myself forget the consequences of pushing back her hair, of breathing her in, of brushing my lips against the hollowed curve of her neck.
“Tell me the truth. Did I hear you wrong, or are you embarrassed that I heard you?”
Her breath catches, and she sighs ever so slightly as I brush the lobe of her ear.
“You don’t have to tell me. You can go back to showing me.”
Her gaze meets mine for half a second before it darts away again. “I can’t.”
“Why can’t you?”
“We’re not thinking straight.”
“What would happen if we were?”
“If we were thinking straight, we’d both know this is a horrible idea, and we’d stop before we hurt anyone.”
“Do we have to hurt anyone? Couldn’t I just enjoy watching you play? It’s what you want, right?”
“No,” she darts her gaze toward me, “I want so much more than that. I want you. I want your hands. I want to know what you feel like pressing inside of me. I know it’s wrong, Duke, but I think about it a lot.”
What the fuck is happening?
My chest tightens and warms all at once as my cock grows harder. She wants me to fuck her. She’s been thinking about me too.
I pace back and forth trying to refocus my mind on the repercussions. She’s my best buddy’s daughter. The daughter of the guy I have a business with. The daughter of the guy I went to war with. The daughter of the guy that trusts me.
Yet, for some reason, I can’t stop myself.
“Lay back and touch yourself for me, Kitten. I need to hear you come.”
She pauses for a few long seconds as though she too is thinking over the consequences of our actions, then leans back slowly and stares at me. “I want you to touch me.”
“If I touch you, we have something to hide. If I watch, we’re just playing pretend.”
“Seems pretty real to me.” She breathes gently as she lifts her sweater and lands the dildo against her pussy with a jump. “Very real.”
“Good girl.” I move closer to her side, tucking my hands in my pockets to curb the temptation to touch her soft body, though my mouth is salivating for more. “Now tell me what you think about.”
I rub my cock through the pockets of my jeans as I watch her squirm against the vibrations.
“I, ugh,” she pants and lets the words fall slowly from her lips as though she’s new to talking such filth, “I think about how you’d feel on top of me, how you’d feel inside of me, how you’d feel taking my virginity.”
Virginity.
Part of me wants to ask her to clarify what she just said. The other half doesn’t want to look like a deer in headlights. I also don’t want to admit how insanely turned on I am thinking about being her first.
I step toward her, my hands still tight in my pockets. “Will you do as I ask, Kitten?”
She swallows hard and stares up at me, bending into the vibration as she nods ever so slightly.
Fuck, I’m not going to make it!
“Good girl,” I rasp, walking back and forth like a fucking caged animal. “Slide that dildo inside your soaking pussy. I want to watch it spread you wide.”
She swallows, and I watch the lump slide down her throat as she twists the hot pink dildo and slides it inside of her.
My fucking God, she looks good with her soaking pussy swallowing up the thick dildo, her tiny hand pumping it back and forth as she moans.
“Oh,” she sighs, “I’m so close.”
I’ve never been more jealous of a piece of silicone in my life, but I need this. I need to see her.
“Good. Lift up your sweater. Let me see your nipples. Are they hard for me too?”
My cock pulses against my zipper as she lifts the fabric, exposing the perfect, round tits I’ve thought about for years.
Fuck!
I need to unzip these jeans. I need to pull my cock out. I need to come on her soft little belly.
“Take it over the edge, baby. I want to hear you moan for me. If you want me inside of you, you’re going to have to prove you can take that tiny, little dildo first.”
I swear my words have her sliding it in deeper.
“Oh God, here it comes,” she sighs, and my balls send out pangs of ache through my dick as anticipation begins to turn to pain.
I blow out a breath, still watching, still scrubbing my hand against my cock, trying to ease out the tension as I hold steady to whatever tilted morals I’m holding onto.
That said, everything is foggy, and taking her virginity is sounding more and more like the noble thing to do over letting her suffer with that awful silicone cock.
At the very least, I could join in and touch her silky soft skin, help her over the edge.
My palms itch to reach out as she writhes and bucks against the mattress in front of me, her soft sounds echoing out into the dim room as she nears orgasm.
It’s then that an odd clicking noise echoes in from the living room. Her eyes widen, and she stares at me as though she hears it too. A moment later, the clicking turns to a jingle and a twist before I know that I’m clearly hearing the front door open and close.
“Kit?” Her father’s voice echoes through the small cabin. “Duke?” He must have seen my truck parked outside.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Heart pounding, I take in the scene before me. The twenty-five-year-old woman, my best friend’s daughter, sprawled out nearly nude on the bed with a dildo slid between her legs, and me, hard as a fucking rock, staring at her like an untamed dog.
There’s no way out of this room. He’ll wonder why we’re in here together. He’ll wonder why I’m here this late to begin with. I left the job site with plans to go home and work on my own shit.
Fuck!
I stare down at Kit, her eyes wide with fear. I should apologize but I’m half tempted to haul her into the bathroom, lock the door, and play the rest of this out.
Thankfully, I have a bit of sense left in me. “You get dressed, and I’ll play dumb.”
“No.” She stands from the bed quickly and slides the dildo out with a pop, tossing it into the drawer beside her before wiping her soaking wet pussy with a nearby edge of the sheet. “It makes more sense if I go out there. You go out the window and come around the house.”
It’s not an awful idea. I still have my boots on. “I threw my coat on the back of the chair when I walked in.”
“Maybe he hasn’t noticed.”
Coat or not, me hauling ass out the window is the only option we have. If we leave this closed room together after this much silence, it’ll be obvious what’s going on.
I open the window quickly, a cold breeze whipping the curtains back as snow blows inside. Kit smiles sweetly and closes the window behind me as I land in the hard bank of ice and snow that’s gathered from the roof.
I’m not sure if it’s the burst of cold air that brings my brain back online or if it’s the surprise visit from her dad, either way, I’m getting a quick reality check.