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  “Does that feel okay?”

  The fierce, hungry look in his eyes says it all, but when he gently tugs on my hair, coaxing my back down to his cock, I feel a thrill course though me.

  “Your little mouth feels perfect, baby girl,” he growls, jaw clenching.

  I moan as I slide my mouth back down onto him, slurping wetly on his crown. I’ve never done this before, but I have watched porn before. And I’m pretty positive I’m nowhere near a porn star in my ability to suck his cock, but something about him makes me want to “prove” myself. Something about the possessive, dominant power in this man makes me want to worship his cock.

  Which is exactly what I do.

  There, on my knees, I moan eagerly as I hungrily inhale his cock. I suck wetly, loudly, whimpering around him as I slurp on him. I take him as deep into the back of my mouth as I can, which I know isn’t that deep, but the way he groans and throws his head back in pleasure, and tightens his fingers in my hair has me moaning even louder around him as I push myself to go harder.

  I run my tongue up and down the underside of him, like I watched a girl do in a porn once, flicking his underside before I tease lower. My two hands stroke him, both of them stacked fist-over-fist and there’s still a few inches of him poking out the top. I jerk his cock as I hungrily moan and run my tongue over his balls. Marshall hisses in pleasure, his cock swelling in my hands and his body tightening before he suddenly pulls me away.

  “Jesus Christ, Kendall,” he growls. And I’m about to ask if I did something wrong for him to pull me off of him, but before I can, he’s pulling me into him and kissing me so hard that my toes curl.

  “Was that…” I moan, kissing his lips. “Was that okay?”

  He groans as his hands slide over my body, pulling me into his lap. “Kendall, that was fucking incredible,” he hisses in this heated way that sends a thrill through me. His lips crush to mine, and when I feel his hand on my thigh, pushing higher, I moan into his lips.

  “But… but you didn’t…”

  “Not yet,” he purrs. “Because I’m nowhere near done with you.”

  His mouth crushes to mine, and when I feel those big fingers slip under the leg of my tiny sleep shorts, I moan. His fingers find my slick pussy, and when he strokes my dripping wet lips with his fingers, I kiss him even harder, whimpering into his mouth.

  “Fuck, Kendall,” he growls. “So fucking wet for me. You know what I’ve been thinking about ever since earlier?”

  “What?” I moan, gasping at the ferocity in his kiss.

  “This,” he snarls, rolling his finger over my clit and making me gasp out loud.

  “I’ve been thinking of this sweet, tight, baby girl pussy, and how much I want to make it come for me again.”

  His finger delves down between my lips, easing between them. He finds my opening, and I cry out as I feel that thick finger push inside. He curls it up against my front wall, slowly stroking it out and then back in, making my eyes roll back in my head at the pleasure that teases through me. His thumb rolls over my clit, making me gasp into his lips.

  I can feel his big, fat, swollen cock throbbing against my thighs and tummy, and I reach down to stroke him. Marshall groans, and suddenly, I gasp as I feel him yank me off his lap. I stumble to my feet in front of his chair, and barely have time to gasp before he yanks my shorts down, dropping them to pool at my feet. His big hands grab my ass, yanking me into him, and when he pulls my eager, slippery pussy against his mouth, I cry out louder than I know I should as his tongue pushes deep between my legs.

  I gasp, fingers sliding into his hair and my moans dripping from my lips as Marshall tongues my pussy, pushing deep and then swirling it over my clit as his fingers dig into my ass. I moan, trembling, my legs shaking and threatening to give out entirely before he gives me one last lick and pulls away. His lips kiss the little cherry tattoo before he tugs me into his lap. I fall into him, legs spread around his.

  And suddenly, the realization that this is going to happen hits me, and it’s like fire engulfing me. I can feel his hands sliding up my thighs, his cock pulsing and so hot and so big and hard against the inside of my leg. He pulls me lower, and when I feel his swollen crown brush over my slick pussy lips, I tremble.

  “Last chance, Kendall,” Marshall growls quietly into my lips as he kisses them slowly. “Last chance to walk out of here the same way you walked in.”

  “And if I don’t want to?” I whimper, kissing him.

  “Then if I ever let you leave this bedroom; you better know damn well it won’t be the same way you walked in. You stay, and I promise you, you’re not leaving here with that virginity. You won’t leave here without this sweet little cunt being filled with my cock. Stretched. Fucked.”

  Marshall kisses me slowly, his arm sliding around me, hugging me tight to him as we grind and pant together.

  “If you stay, when you do leave, you better fucking know that your little pussy will belong to me.”

  “So take it,” I moan, kissing him fiercely.

  “Kendall…”

  My hand slides between us, fingers curling around his cock and stroking him against my pussy. He hisses, his hands gripping my ass and my hip possessively, his jaw clenching tight.

  “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he growls as his lips crush to mine.

  Chapter 7

  Kendall

  Marshall pulls me down onto him, and as his thick, swollen cock-head slips between my lips, I gasp. I can feel him start to ease inside, stretching me, pushing my lips apart as his fat cock pushes against my opening. I tighten for a second, my body clenching, and he slows.

  “Easy, baby girl,” he whispers into my lips. “Nice and easy. Open that sweet little pussy for me. Open up and let me in.”

  He kisses me, and I moan as I unclench. I push down, gasping as I feel myself start to slide onto him. His thickness pushes into my slick, eager heat, and as I feel him push into my opening, I crush my lips even harder to his. He grabs my hips and pulls, and for one second, there’s a resistance. But he flexes, gently pulling me down, and suddenly, he’s through.

  I cry out, panting, shuddering on him as this forbidden heat I’ve never known before floods through me. Marshall’s big, thick cock pushes slowly into me, filling me, taking me, claiming me for the very first time. I whimper eager, panting and whining for more as he pulls me onto him, his cock sliding deeper and deeper into my virgin pussy. Inch after inch, I sink down onto him, gasping and moaning in pleasure until finally, I can feel myself settle against him.

  I blink, gasping, trembling as I realize that somehow, I’ve got every single inch of his huge cock deep inside of me. It feels surreal, and incredible, and as I slowly open my eyes, my gaze locks on his.

  “Marshall…”

  “Kendall,” he groans. His thickness flexes inside of me, making me whimper in pleasure as his fingers dig into my skin. He cups my ass, muscles bulging as he pulls me up, my pussy sliding up his big shaft until I can just feel the head of him inside of me. He pulls me back down, his hips rolling up into me as he sheathes his cock to the hilt inside of me. He pulls me tight to him, my clit grinding against his base as I moan loudly and crush my lips to his.

  He raises me up again, and I cling to him, moaning in more pleasure than I’ve ever even imagined as he starts to fuck me up and down his cock.

  “Oh God,” I whimper, kissing him eagerly. “It’s… fuck it’s so fucking good,” I moan into his lips. Marshall groans in reply, kissing me hard and fierce as he starts to roll his hips to meet me. His big cock thrusts deep inside, making me scream in pleasure into his mouth as I take every inch of him.

  I start to ride, rolling my hips right back and sliding up and down his length on my own. He groans, watching me, his eyes blazing heat across my skin as he guides my hips up and down his big dick.

  “Fuck, you feel so goddamn good, baby girl,” he groans, his jaw tight, his eyes full of fire and lust. I squeeze down on him, and when I see the way he los
es his composure and growls, throwing his head back in pleasure, a filthy sort of power washes over me. Knowing I have that effect on a man like him is like a rush, and when I do it again, the both of us moan loudly as we start to move faster.

  I raise up and then back down, dropping hard on his cock and gasping as I take him to the hilt inside my tight little cunt. His fat cock pulses inside of me, swelling rock hard as his fingers tighten on my skin. He thrusts up into me, his snarls and growls of pleasure only sending me higher and higher as he starts to fuck his cock into me.

  We move faster, and I start to bounce on and ride his cock even harder. His thickness rubs against my clit with every thrust, his hands gripping my ass and sliding up my front. His fingers tease my nipples, tugging them and twisting them before his hand slides higher to cup my jaw. His mouth crushes to mine, his other hand guiding me up and down, up and down, his cock plunging into me as I start to tremble and shake.

  “Christ, you’re so fucking tight,” he growls into my ear.

  I moan, clenching down on him again and whimpering at the way he growls and just thrusts into me harder when I do.

  “You—oh fuck… You like my tight little pussy?” I whimper, bouncing on him, my eyes rolling back as the pleasure erupts through me.

  Marshall just roars, pounding into me harder and faster, making me squeal in pleasure as I keep bouncing up and down his big cock. I ride him harder and faster, rocking again him, squeezing him, feeling him get even bigger inside of me as I feel my own climax begin to swell.

  “Oh God, Marshall…” I gasp, crushing my mouth to his and kissing him wildly.

  “I’m—you’re going to make me come!”

  “Fuck, Kendall. Ride that big cock, baby girl. Let me feel your tight little pussy come for me. Come all over my cock, sweetheart. Let me feel you come for me.”

  “You’re—! I’m—!” I start to tumble, losing myself as the man I’ve crushed on for years claims me for the very first time and pushes me right towards the edge of my orgasm.

  “Make me come, Mr. B!” I whimper, bouncing up and down his fat cock as I start to fall. He’s so big, and so thick inside of me, and as he hits that spot inside again and again and again, I know there’s no holding back.

  “I’m—I’m coming!” I squeal into his lips. “I’m coming, Mr. B!”

  Screaming the name I’ve used for my best friend’s dad instead of “Marshall” comes out of nowhere, but somehow, it makes the whole thing even hotter, and filthier, and even more wrong, and as I scream out “Mr. B” one more time, I start to fall.

  And I fall hard.

  I cry out, my whole body rippling and arching against him as I drop down and take every inch of his cock deep inside of me. The orgasm hit me like a brick wall, knocking the wind out of me and sending me reeling as I come again and again on him, panting his name as I crush my lips to his and rake my nails down his chest. Marshall roars, plunging into me, fucking me right through my climax and right into another one as his mouth hungrily swallows my cries.

  He keeps fucking me, almost holding me in place as he thrusts his hips and drives his big, gorgeous cock in and out of me as he kisses me fiercely. Suddenly, he grunts, pulling away, the both of us moaning as he plunges in and out.

  “Are you on the pill?” He groans.

  I bite my lip, shaking my head and barely hanging on as I start to tumble into another climax.

  “Shit,” Marshall growls, and suddenly, I gasp as he stands, lifting me like I weigh nothing at all and spinning us around. He plants me in the chair, his cock never leaving me as he spreads my legs around his hips and starts to truly fuck me. His eyes blaze into mine, his hands grip my hips, pinning me to chair as he plunges in and out of my tight little cunt.

  One of his thumbs drifts to my pussy, rolling my clit hard as he sinks his cock to the hilt inside of me, and suddenly, somehow, I’m coming again for him. I start to tighten up around him, crying out as the climax thunders through me, when suddenly, Marshall’s whole body tightens, and his eyes blaze blue fire.

  “Kendall—”

  With a roar of pleasure, he suddenly pulls free of me, his hand wrapping around his thick cock—glistening and slick with my pussy—and he starts to stroke. I watch, eyes wide, as his cock swells so fucking hard and thick, before suddenly, he grunts. I gasp as the thick, white ropes of his cum spurt out of his swollen head, splattering down in hot, sticky lines across my tummy. He roars, his hand pumping his cock over and over as more of his cum erupts out and over me, covering my pussy, my thighs, my stomach—even a few spurts that land in crisscrossed streaks over my breasts.

  He let’s go of his cock, his hands plant on either side of my head against the back of the chair, and in one swoop, he’s leaning down and searing his lips to mine. I moan softly, wrapping my legs around his muscled waist and just losing myself in this moment and every single forbidden one that’s led up to it as I kiss him slow and deep, like I never want to stop kissing him.

  …And I don’t.

  “Kendall,” he murmurs, kissing me slowly.

  “That…” I swallow, kissing him right back. “That was everything I fantasized it would be.”

  He chuckles. “Well, except I’m guessing the fantasy involved a guy your own ag—”

  I shake my head, my eyes never leaving his.

  “The fantasy involved you,” I whisper heatedly. “Every. Single. Time.”

  We pause for a quarter of a second, before suddenly, he’s kissing me ferociously. I moan as he scoops me up, standing with me in his arms, legs around his waist. He turns and starts to stride towards his en suite bathroom, his lips never leaving mine.

  Chapter 8

  Marshall

  Somewhere between feeling her come for me—her sweet little cunt gripping my cock so tight it felt like my brain might shut off—and spurting my cum across her skin, I stop caring about how wrong this is.

  Somehow, in that moment where I somehow found the strength to actually pull out of her unprotected, bare little pussy, the ramifications of what we’re doing fade away. Or maybe they’re still there, but I tune them out entirely, until it’s just her and I in that moment. Because after what happens, I’m not looking at her as “the girl from down the street,” or “Amy’s best friend,” or “the barely legal little cock tease I shouldn’t be anywhere near.”

  No, forget all of those labels. After we crash together like that, she’s just one thing to me: mine.

  It is about the sex—I mean, obviously. But there’s something so much bigger than that. Kissing her, and putting my hands on her, and feeling her press herself to me so eagerly… it does something to me, something besides just making my cock hard. It sparks something inside of me that I shut down a long, long time ago. It brings to life that place inside of me I’d buried.

  Being with Kendall in this new, forbidden way feels like waking up. It feels like coming alive after years asleep. So, I might still be aware of how fucked up this is, and how wrong, and how much people would shred us apart if they found out. Or, fuck, what it would do to Amy if she knew. But I know it’s a helpless situation now. I now there’s no going back or walking away from it.

  Because Kendall means too much to me. She’s in way too deep under my skin. And there’s not a chance in hell that I’m walking away from this feeling.

  She kisses my face softly as I carry us into my huge bathroom, swinging open the glass door to my giant walk-in shower and kicking on the water. When it’s hot, I set her down, still kissing her as I pull her under the spray of the rain-fall shower head to wash her clean of my cum. Kendall moans into me, kissing me softly as the water streams down both of our bodies. Her pink, pert nipples harden against my chest, and fuck, my cock is already swelling to full hardness, ready for more. Eager for more.

  Hungry to feel her hot little cunt slide down it all over again.

  My kisses deepen, my hands tightening on her body as I claim her mouth with my own. I’m still aware of how unbelievably wrong this
is—her being eighteen, me being forty-two. Me being a grown man with a company to run, her being the girl from down the street I watched grow up, on her way to college in a few months.

  But in that moment, she’s not just this little barely legal tease. It’s not the kink factor of our age difference that’s getting me hard. It’s her that’s getting me hard. It’s the way she makes me feel. The way her mind works, and the way she’s wise beyond her years. Her intelligence, the way she watches things and takes it all in. Her sense of humor, her sass, her wit. Fucking all of it is this big giant magnet that has me drawn to her and totally unable to pull away.

  Unable, and very, very unwilling.

  I kiss her deeply, my cock thickening against her as she moans and spreads her legs for me. My cock slips between her thighs, throbbing as it nestles there against her little cunt as her whimpers panting into my lips.

  I’ve just fucked her. I’ve just claimed her virginity as my own and shown her how good it can feel. I’ve just felt her come all over my cock and marked her with my seed as we crashed together.

  And now?

  …Now I want more.

  She gasps as I spin her around suddenly, pressing her into the heated tile wall as I move behind her.

  “Spread your legs,” I growl into her ear, making her tremble and gasp as she nods eagerly. She moves her feet apart, her toes curling on the floor of the shower, her hands flat against the tile wall as she pants in anticipation. I know she can feel my cock hard and throbbing against her ass, and as I graze her neck with my lips, tongue, and teeth, my hands slide around to cup her breasts and tease her nipples.

  She twists her head, kissing me as she reaches back, stroking my cock and pulling me against her as she spreads her legs. I groan, feeling her hot little cunt tease the head of me, but I hold back.

  I’ve got other plans for her right now.

  I groan as I pull away, pressing her to the wall and making her gasp as my lips begin to tease down her back. I lick every bump of her spine, my hands trailing as I drop to my knees behind her. I grip her ass tightly, spreading her wide for my hungry gaze, and I can feel her moan as my breath teases across her pink, freshly fucked, newly deflowered little pussy.