Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Bayne
My name rolls off her tongue, and it's like sin.
A delicious symphony I've waited years to hear.
I wasn't entirely sure how she would react once she found out who I was.
She's always been my girl; she just didn't know it.
For years, I've coveted her. “Fuck.” My eyes snap closed the moment she rides out her orgasm while I'm knuckle deep in her cunt.
I blow my load in my jeans, and I'm not the least bit embarrassed.
She has no idea the amount of times I've dreamt of her moaning my name.
Her mouth is gaped wide, speechless. Say something, little one. Anything.
My gaze bores into her. Our eyes are locked in a staring contest, but she doesn't retreat like I feared she might once she found out I am her mystery man behind the mask.
Her little brows furrow into tight lines, and I can't tell if she's furious that it's me or something else entirely.
She's definitely computing the entirety of the evening.
I fucked her. Her best friend. Decades of friendship hang in the balance.
Just as my heart skips a beat, worrying that she will flip her shit, she speaks.
“Bayne.” Her voice is low and raw from screaming so much.
Slowly, I retreat from her form. I don't cover her nudity.
I would never hide such a gift. I had so many things I wanted to tell her, but right now I'm drawing blanks, so all I simply say is “Yeah, baby.” Unapologetically.
My palms sweat. A faint blush creeps up on her cheeks when she realizes I am the man who delivered her innermost fantasies.
“You?” she asks, as if she is uncertain the man standing in front of her is me. I chuff.
“It's always been me,” I state, inching closer.
And it has. I have always been by her side since grade school.
Her eyes gloss over. She scoots forward and settles on the edge of my Range Rover.
Her pretty pussy drags along the seat, and I pray to God the scent never comes out.
She blinks, her long lashes reeling me in with her dreamy, doe eyes.
“Took you long enough,” she supplies with a lazy grin.
My heart jumps out of my chest. I surge forward, tackling her sweet body back against the seat with necessary quickness.
She giggles, making her nose crinkle. I kiss it.
“I know what you need, Little one. I always have. Let Daddy take care of you.” I lick her earlobe.
Her body melts into mine. I swell, knowing her reactions are all mine.
Not for VendettaXD4ddy. Not some mystery man.
For me. Masterfully, I work my way back down her body.
Every delicate breath and artful arch belongs to me.
Her fingers twine in my hair, directing me up, back towards her kissable lips.
“No. I want to look at you while you fuck me.” She begs.
Jesus fucking hell. Her hands settle on my hips, working the edges of my jeans, tugging them down again.
She doesn't comment on the mess in my boxers.
I collapse onto her body, soaking in the skin-to-skin contact.
Her legs part for me, welcoming me. I reach between us, cock in hand, and nudge her entrance.
Her sparkling eyes sink into me. “Brace yourself, Little one.”
I slide forward. My cock breaches her walls again, and her body ripples with pleasure.
Her hips flush with mine in an exotic dance.
My teeth nip at her quivering lip. Deep strokes make her eyes roll.
I pick up the pace, edging her as my pelvic bone massages her clit just right.
She's overly sensitive. My cock pulses as I near release.
“So close. Take me home,” she cries out.
Her nails score my backside, and it sends me into a frenzy.
The friction from the motion of our entwined bodies is almost too much to bear.
Euphoria washes over me, and I come hard, emptying inside her fleshy walls.
My release shoots into her, filling her with my offering, connecting us.
Her mouth pulls into a widened O as she joins me over the edge.
“You've always been mine. From the moment we met, I have wanted you.” I kiss the edge of her lips tenderly.
She hums in response. I siphon every last bit of energy from her spent body, leaving her a sopping mess.
Her eyes drift closed, and I know I've put her through the wringer this evening, so I let her rest. I tug my jeans in place as she curls into a sleepy ball in my backseat.
I fetch a blanket from the trunk and cover her, despite how much it pains me to do so.
Then I sink into the driver's seat, flick on the lights, and take my girl home. My home. Where she belongs.