39. Blake
BLAKE
I stare down at Aspen.
Her chest is flushed, her cheeks pink. Her breasts rise and fall with every breath, and her eyes are wide and glassy with unshed tears.
Fuck, she looks so young and vulnerable.
Blood flows to my cock, so it lengthens and hardens.
I want to protect her and shelter her, but at the same time I want to tear off her clothes and fuck her until she’s screaming my name and forgets how to walk.
I bite the inside of my lip. “It could be the man who lives out in the cabin.”
She clings to this possibility. “Yes, it must be. He’s living on your land. Can’t you have a word with him? It’s creepy as fuck.”
“Would that make you feel better?”
“Yes, it would.”
I can’t help it; I have to touch her. My hand has moved of its own accord, cupping the side of her neck, my fingers lacing into the soft strands of her red hair. Beneath my palm, her pulse races, a quick tapping of her blood thumping through her veins.
“I want you to feel safe,” I say, my voice a low rumble.
It’s as though we both become aware of our proximity to one another in exactly the same moment. The air between us becomes charged, and she catches her breath, only this time it’s not out of fear.
“You make me feel safe, Blake,” she whispers, staring up at me with those limpid blue eyes.
Fuck, she’s so innocent, and sweet, and young. I’m desperate to defile her.
“Good,” I murmur, though the last thing she should feel with me is safe. “I want you to come to me if you’re scared.”
She edges closer and leans her cheek into my palm.
My cock gets even harder, and I hold back a groan.
My gaze runs all over her exposed skin. I slip my hand further back so I’m cupping her nape now, and she tilts her pretty little chin up to me.
Her lips part and her tongue sneaks out, licking at her bottom lip.
It’s a clear invitation, and I’m too far gone to keep pushing her away.
She’s my ex-best friend’s daughter, and is more than twenty years my junior, but I’m still a man, and she’s a woman now, and I can’t resist her any longer.
I tighten my hold on her neck and cover her mouth with mine.
She gasps, and, for a moment, I don’t think she’s going to kiss me back, but then she lets out a groan and softens against me.
Her arms find their way around my neck, and then there’s only her sketch pad between us.
She flattens her body against mine, her breasts crushed to my chest, and our tongues tangle.
Our breathing grows fast and frantic. All these weeks of holding ourselves back culminating in an explosion of desperation and release.
She must be able to feel my erection jammed up against her stomach. I’m rock hard. The thought of holding her thighs apart and ramming deep inside her is too much. I want to taste her, to cover her pussy with my mouth and push my tongue inside her.
My best friend’s daughter. Fuck. She’s only eighteen. I should stop this.
But now her hand has moved between us, and she cups my erection over the top of my jeans. She squeezes my length, and I grit my teeth.
I break the kiss. “Aspen, stop!”
She blinks up at me, all innocent and hurt.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No, it's not you. You’re perfect. I'm just so much older than you.”
“I don't care about that,” she says. “I want you, and I know you want me, too.”
She squeezes my dick again as though to make a point.
I groan, my chin dropping, feeling my resolve waver. Every muscle in my body is knotted with tension. “Fuck, Pen, don’t.”
“Let me suck your cock, Blake. Please.” Christ, she’s begging now.
“I want to taste you. Ever since I bumped into you coming out of the shower, I can’t get the thought of you out of my head.
You have no idea how much I’d wanted to drop to my knees and pull away the towel and wrap my lips around you.
It's all I've been thinking about. When I touch myself, I imagine I'm sucking on your cock. That you’re filling my mouth.”
How the hell am I supposed to say no to that?
With a moan of frustration, I fight with the zipper and button of my jeans and free myself. I'm big, like the rest of me, and her eyes widen at the sight.
She has no idea what she’s messing with.
I press on her shoulder. “Go on, then, sweet girl. Suck my cock. Open that pretty little mouth.”
She sinks to the ground like she’s in prayer, sets her sketch pad to one side, and tilts her chin up to me. I feel like a priest giving communion, except the only wine she’s going to receive will be my cum.
She wraps her fingers around my base, and I close my eyes briefly, relishing her touch on my dick. But I don’t keep them shut for long, because I don’t want to miss a minute of this.
My pretty little Pen, on her knees in the dirt.
She parts her lips, her pink tongue sliding out just a touch.
I nudge my hips forward, feeling her breath heating my skin.
I swear, I’ve never been this hard before.
I hope I don’t come before she’s even had the chance to suck me properly.
I imagine blowing my load like a horny teenager before she’s barely touched me.
Her lips slide over the head, and she swirls her tongue around the tip, lapping up the precum as though I’m the finest thing she’s ever tasted.
“Fuuucck,” I groan.
I can’t help myself. I knot my hand in her hair and pull it tight. She whimpers around my cock, and my balls tighten.
This is filthy and wrong, but there’s no chance I’m going to stop it. I slide deeper across her tongue, loving the heat of her mouth.
“You’re taking me so beautifully,” I praise her. “That’s right, sweet girl, a little more.”
I hit the back of her throat, and she gags. Her eyes fill with tears, but she doesn’t back off.
Fuck, she’s so perfect.