Chapter 4

“Princess.” Her tongue plunged into my mouth, deep. “Mmmm….greedy, girl,” I pulled back. Her eyes wide in the dark, searching.

“I want you,” she whispered. “Don’t you want me?” She wrapped her arms around my neck, leaning in. As she did, her sweetness enveloped me again. Her scent so intoxicating, I could taste it.

“Princess, you smell like a fresh baked cake.”

“I was helping in the kitchen before I came down here. We made pies, I should have brought you some…”

“I don’t want fucking pie right now, Princess.”

“Why do you call me that? Princess?”

“Because it’s what you are. Heir to throne. Feet don’t touch the ground.”

“You don’t know anything about me, if you think that.” she countered back.

“I know your skin is soft and I know your feet aren’t touching the ground right now,” I said as I dragged my calloused hands up the back of her thighs, gathering the thin fabric of her dress and burying my fingers deep into the curve of her ass. Grinding into her.

She moaned frantically into my mouth, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer as if she couldn’t physically get enough of me.

I hoisted her higher against the barn wall until her pelvis aligned perfectly with the aching bulge in my jeans.

“James,” she breathed against my lips, her voice a wrecked, breathless whisper.

“What am I going to do with you?” I growled, burying my face into her neck, her soft blonde hair.

“I need you,” she whimpered, her body shuddering against mine.

“Princess, you are a desperate little mess, aren’t you?” The edge in her voice destroyed whatever fragment of control I had left.

I hauled her away from the wall and carried her to the heavy wooden saddle rack in the center aisle.

I set her down on a saddle and looked down at her. She looked so small looking up at me. I bent down to kiss her and she wrapped herself around me, melting into me. I grabbed a fistful of her hair at the back of her neck. The slight dampness from her sweat drove me mad and I spun her around, bending her over the saddle, lifting her dress, using my boots to nudge her thighs further apart, widening her stance until she was fully exposed to me. The view sent a bolt of pure fire straight down to my gut.

I put one hand on the small of her back, circling around her waist and squeezing hard until she gasped.

“Put your ass in the air, princess,” I commanded, my voice dropping to an unyielding, gravelly rumble, sliding my hand down under her, coaxing her hips higher into the space between us. “That’s it. Right there.”

She arched her spine, letting out a soft, trembling sigh, her dress was pulled high over her hips.

“Have you ever been taken from behind, Princess?”

“No,” she said softly.

“Have you ever been spanked, Princess?”

She looked back over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed crimson, her eyes wide and dark with a dangerous, reckless heat. “Do it,” she whispered, her lips parted. “Spank me, James.”

My palm hovered over her skin, twitching with the urge. “Fuck, Princess,” I hissed, my dark gaze locked on her shivering frame. “I want to spank you so bad for slapping me earlier. I want to leave my handprint on this sweet ass.”

I raised my hand, my pulse hammering in my ears, ready to strike...

Creak.

The sound of heavy leather boots stepping onto the gravel outside the barn doors shattered the air like a gunshot. A low voice muttered somewhere down the driveway, followed by the metallic click of a barn latch.

We both froze instantly. The spell broken.

“Shhhh…It’s ok,” I whispered. Glad I hadn’t undone my belt buckle.

Before she could panic or utter a sound, I reacted, pulling her dress down and lifted her up, turning her around and hoisting her over my shoulder, carrying us down the dark corridor, bypassing the open stalls and slipping around the corner into the back hallway.

I pushed through the heavy wooden door of the main private tack room, stepping into the cool, dark sanctuary lined with polished bridles, oil-rubbed saddles, and the rich scent of treated leather.

I kicked the heavy oak door shut behind us with my boot, and the brass lock clicked firmly into place.

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The moment the lock clicked, the outside world ceased to exist.

“We should stop, Princess.” I said quietly, setting her down on the ground.

The private tack room was dark, smelling heavily of saddle soap, oiled leather, and pine.

“I don’t want to,” she said, reaching for me, pressing herself against me. Her body felt like fire.

“Fuck, you don’t make it easy, do you?” I laughed quietly.

“Just quick, just take me fast, I need to feel you inside me.”

“You want me to to take you to that workbench over there? Hmmm?”

“Yes,” she agreed instantly.

I scanned the room.

“It does appear to be the best option, Princess,” I said but my eyes were drawn to the sturdy timber frame stretching across the far wall.

“I could tie you up, whip you, like a naughty little filly.” I said.

Lacey was climbing up my body like a vine. Her hands framed my jaw, her small fingers digging into my hair as she scrambled to reach my mouth.

“James” she begged, her lips brushing frantically against mine. I kissed her back. She was intoxicating in her need.

I set her feet back on the cool floor, but kept my hands locked tight on her hips. “Patience, Princess,” I murmured, my thumb tracing her lower lip.

She looked up at me. The sudden realization of her own desperation hit her, and the sweet timidity took hold. She bit her lip, lowering her eyes as a soft stammer escaped her.

“I... I know I’m not as experienced as the women you’re used to,” she breathed, her chest heaving against mine. “But I want to be. I want to know.”

I loved when she blushed like that. It drove me out of my mind, the stark contrast between her innocent modesty and the raw heat radiating from between her thighs.

“What do you want me to teach you, baby girl?” I asked, my voice dropping an octave, low and heavy with promise.

“Everything,” she whispered without hesitation, her eyes locking back onto mine with a sudden, fierce resolve. “Teach me to be yours.”

A sharp, dark laugh pulled from my chest. “You’re not ready for that, Lacey.”

“Make me ready,” she shot back, stepping closer until her soft breasts pressed against my shirt.

“Tie me up. Whip me like a filly.”

A white-hot fire lit in the pit of my belly. The sheer innocence sent a surge of possessive hunger straight to my groin.

I knew damn well she wasn’t ready for the kind of darkness I was capable of. But seeing her throw down a challenge, terrified yet eager, made it impossible to walk away.

“Careful what you ask for, Princess,” I whispered, my dark gaze holding hers hostage. “Because once I start...”

“I trust you,” she whispered.

“Arms up for me. That’s it. Let it drop.”

She stepped out of the dress, standing before me in nothing but her tiny lace thong. I stepped back and watched as she fought to keep her arms at her side.

My eyes drank her in as my cock strained against my jeans.

I could see the subtle tremble in her knees. I could see the faint flicker of genuine fear dancing in her wide eyes.

It delighted me and it made but I forced myself to maintain absolute control. I had to go slow. My usual appetite had to be tamped down.

I turned to the rack on the wall. I’d done this a few times before but never to someone so completely untouched by this unholy game.

I picked up two soft, braided cotton lead ropes. “Hands behind your back,” I instructed gently, taking her wrists. “I’m using soft cotton. It won’t bite into your skin, but you won’t be able to move. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” she swallowed hard, her voice barely a whisper as I bound her wrists behind her waist, securing the knot with practiced efficiency.

“Princess, I admire you for this, but we’re not doing this, not tonight, not here, not yet.”

“Please spank me, James. Please....”

My cock was so painfully hard against my jeans it felt like concrete. I slid my fingers beneath the waistband of her thong, pushing the wet fabric aside.

My fingers slipped in so naturally. She was soaked for me.

“Look at you,” I growled into her neck, “Dripping for me...”

Rattle.

The brass door handle violently jiggled from the outside.

A heavy shoulder slammed against the oak door, making the frame groan against the lock.

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Chapter 3

The sharp, persistent chirp of a morning bird snapped the haze right out of me. I blinked, the reality of the shadowy milk house rushing back as the golden dawn light filtered through the cracked windowpane.

I rubbed my palm down her inner thigh, turning my head to brush a kiss against the smooth, silky skin.

Lacey stirred, her legs shifting, moving my head. I sat up and looked at her, she was flushed and radiant but her eyes suddenly widening with panic as she glanced at the old battery-operated clock on the shelf.

“Oh no,” she gasped, bolting upright and sending the patchwork quilt pooling around her hips.

“Oh god, it’s past seven. I have an eight o’clock lecture at the community college. Professor Vance drops a letter grade if you’re even five minutes late.”

I watched her scramble out of bed, her beautiful, naked body shifting in the morning light. As much as my lower half begged me to pull her back down and finish what we started, the cold splash of reality hit me too.

The stables ran on a rigid schedule, and the head trainer didn’t tolerate slackers, even ones who worked directly with the prize stallions.

“Calm down, Princess,” I said, my voice still a low, gravelly rasp from sleep. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, reaching for her discarded denim skirt and tossing it to her. “You’ve got time. Just slip out the back trail behind the orchard. Your old man won’t see you from the kitchen window.”

She scrambled into her clothes.

She looked at me, breathless, a sweet smile breaking through her panic, before she kissed my cheek and went to leave.

I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back towards me. Her eyes pleaded as she reluctantly gave in and let herself collapse onto the bed next to me. I grabbed a fistful of her hair at the nape and pulled her on top of me. I brought her lips to mine as I reached towards her, my other hand grabbing her hips and thrusting up into her.

“Don’t forget me when you get around all those college boys,” I breathed, sliding my lips to her neck.

“What college boys?” she smiled and pulled away.

She jumped off of me and ran out the door before I could say another word.

Priorities, I thought. I do like that.

I lay there for a moment, the scent of her lingering. Strawberry and vanilla. My hand fell to my cock and I unzipped my jeans. I thought of pulling her down on top of me, penetrating her, hearing her moans as she pushed back onto my cock. I came fast.

By noon, the romantic fog of the morning had completely burned off, replaced by the heavy, sweet scent of hay, leather, and sweat. I was in the main barn, running a curry comb over the sleek flank of a three-year-old thoroughbred, when Marcus leaned against the half-door of the stall.

Marcus was an old-timer who’d been fixing fences on this estate since before Lacey was born. He chewed on a piece of straw, his weathered eyes tracking my movements with a heavy, uncharacteristic seriousness.

“You’re a damn good hand with the horses, James,” Marcus started, his voice dropping to a low murmur that barely carried over the rustle of the bedding. “But you need to keep your eyes on the dirt and off the main house.”

I didn’t stop brushing, but my muscles tightened. “Don’t know what you’re getting at, Marcus.”

“Don’t play stupid. A couple of the boys saw a flash of blonde hair booking it from the old milk house toward the back veranda right around dawn,” he said bluntly. “The boss finds out you’re messing with his daughter, he won’t just fire you. He’ll make sure you never handle a horse in this state again. She’s a kid, James. A freshman in college. Clean. You... well, you’ve got the look of a man who’s left a trail of broken things behind him.”

His words hit me like a bucket of ice water. He wasn’t wrong. I was twenty-seven, worldly enough to know better, and carrying enough internal rot and dark history to ruin a girl like Lacey permanently.

She was all innocence and soft edges; I was jagged corners and selfish appetites. If I kept this up, I’d destroy her just because I liked the way she broke. I shook my head.

I wanted her to be different. She felt different. I couldn’t explain it. But Marcus was right. I break things. And Lacey would rip like her delicate namesake under my grip.

By dusk, the sky had turned a bruised shade of purple. I was wrapping up the late-night feeding in the back barn, the shadows stretching long across the dirt floor, when the door creaked open.

Lacey stepped inside. She was wearing a blue sundress, her blonde hair brushed out, her eyes bright and hopeful as she scanned the dim aisle. The moment she spotted me, her face lit up, a shy, expectant smile tugging at her lips as she walked straight into my space, clearly expecting to pick up exactly where we’d left off.

I stayed frozen, holding a pitchfork, my face carved from stone.

“What are you doing here, Lacey?” I asked, my voice flat, devoid of the warmth or the teasing “Princess” from the night before.

She stopped a few feet away, her smile faltering. “James? I... I just wanted to see you. I thought we could go back to the milk house tonight.”

“Go home,” I said, turning my back on her to toss another flake of hay into a stall. “Last night was a mistake. I was tired, you were crying about some boy, and things got out of hand. You need to stay up at the main house where you belong.”

I heard her sharp intake of breath. When I turned back, her cute little face was flushing a deep, furious red, her big eyes welling with sudden, hot tears. But it wasn’t the vulnerable sadness from last night; it was pure, unadulterated fury.

She had moved to just a foot behind me. I felt her trembling heat and heard her faltering breath.

“A mistake?” she whispered, her voice shaking. “You absolute bastard.”

“Listen, Lacey,” I started and turned to meet her angry gaze.

“Does this have something to do with my father?” She asked. “I’m 18, he can’t tell me who I can date.”

“Yes, but he can decide who works here,” I said firmly.

“So, this is about a job?” she asked, getting more livid.

“Well, it’s a little more than just this job, your dad has a lot of influence...” my voice trailed off. I was trying to make this about the job, which it was, but...I wanted to be a good guy here. She was too untouched. I would ruin her.

As if she took the words right out of my head, “I’m not some innocent little thing, you know...”

“No, after last night, Lacey...”

“Then why are you pushing me away?” she asked, her voice breaking.

“I was going to say, after last night, I realized that you are too inexperienced for me. It won’t work out.” The words tasted like venom on my lips.

The words no sooner left my mouth when she stepped in and slapped me across the cheek.

The sharp crack echoed through the quiet barn. My head snapped to the side. The sting on my skin instantly lit a roaring fire in my gut, obliterating every single shred of my self-restraint. The righteous, protective instinct I’d spent all afternoon drumming up evaporated into thin air.

I dropped the pitchfork. In one swift, predatory motion, I lunged forward and grabbed her by the waist, pulling her flush against my chest and crushing my mouth down onto hers. It wasn’t gentle. It was a possessive, branding kiss, punishing her for the slap and punishing myself for trying to be a good man when I was inherently wicked.

She gasped into my mouth, her hands instantly coming up to press hard against my shoulders, fighting me. She shoved against my chest with all her might, breaking the kiss and pushing herself back a few inches.

We both stopped, standing there in the shadows of the waning day, panting, staring into each other’s eyes. Her breath was coming in ragged gasps, her lips wet and bruised, her eyes searching mine with a wild, reckless intensity.

The tension snapped.

Lacey didn’t run. Instead, she launched herself at me. She jumped, wrapping her slender legs tightly around my waist and her arms around my neck. I caught her instinctively, my large hands gripping the underside of her thighs to hoist her up, taking her full weight as I slammed her back against the sturdy wooden wall of the barn, pinning her there in the dark.

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She murmured sleepily against my chest, nuzzling her soft face into the hardness. The top of her head slipped too easily between my collar and jaw. Reflexively, I leaned in to smell her hair and kiss the top of her head. She sighed and a little sob came out of her. I pulled her closer to me.

“Are you falling asleep, princess?” I whispered

“Mmmm...” her voice trailed off.

The rooster crowing woke us both up. She bolted upright in the dark, cool room. “Oh wow, I fell asleep.”

“We both did,” I said, reaching for her. I placed my large hand on the nape of her neck and circled it easily, it was so small. She melted backwards into my hand.

“I should really get back to the main house,” she said, turning to look at me, sliding her body towards me as she did, crawling onto me, straddling me.

She was a vision, wild blond hair, long and loose, cascading down, covering her naked breasts, almost to her navel. “Father gets up with the roosters.”

“Your father is a good man, princess, but I don’t think he would be happy that his little girl spent the night with a stable boy.” I said grinning.

She was more comfortable with me this morning. She playfully ground herself into my crotch, rotating her hips. My cock was already hard with morning wood. After last night, the ache to release was so intense, but I knew I couldn’t take her yet.

A deep growl welled in my throat and my hands found her hips, despite myself I thrusted up into her. She was still nude from the night before, and I was still dressed in my jeans and shirt. The contrast of that drove me wild. It felt like a diabolical power imbalance.

She moaned and went limp, collapsing onto my chest, “Oh my god,” she breathed. My arms encircled her body, pulling her closer as I thrust up into her again. She cried out and buried her face in my neck, her wet mouth opened and I felt her heat as her tongue swirled against the flesh of my neck, up along my jawline, her tongue scraping my thick morning stubble, and behind my ear, where she stopped and breathed, sending shivers across my skin.

I grabbed her neck hard, almost too hard, she whimpered, as I dragged her forcefully to my open mouth, my tongue plunging between her hot, open lips, the way my cock begged to do to her pussy.

She kissed me back as I fisted her hair with one hand, my other trailing back down the curve of her slender spine, crushing her to me as I ground slowly up into her as she pressed herself back into me. My cock was rock hard, painfully so. I grabbed her ass and squeezed it. She gasped from the intensity of the pressure.

“I like it rough, princess, I’m sorry,” I said, breaking our kiss and brushing her hair out of her face. “Look at me.”

She did. “It’s ok, I’m just not used to it,’ she tried to assure me.

“I’m being as gentle as I can, you just drive me wild.”

“I won’t break. I’m sturdier than I look, you know. I grew up at these stables,” she whispered, leaning back down, her lips found mine and she sank into me.

“I can’t keep grinding my jeans against your naked pussy, it’s going to hurt.”

“Will you fuck me?” she asked, immediately getting embarrassed and stammering. “I mean I know I’m not as experienced as some of the other girls you have probably been with, but I’m not a virgin. I’m...I’m...”

“Princess...” I said, my voice deep and commanding. I lifted my hips and swung one of my arms around her waist, and my other one cradled her head as I picked us both up off the mattress and flipped her over onto her back. I crushed her mouth with mine and kissed her deeply.

When I stopped kissing her, I slipped the middle finger of my right hand between her lips and fucked her mouth, slow and deep while watching her adjust and take me in, her tongue swirling.

“Good girl, princess.” I whispered hoarsely. My desire for her making my throat tight. I slid my finger out her mouth and trailed it lightly down her body. Between her ample breasts, her flat tummy and between her legs.

My finger, slicked with her saliva, slipped easily between her puffy pussy lips. She kept herself shaved and there was no resistance and my finger explored her. So softly and gently, I slid down onto one side of her clit, then dragged it down to her entrance where I stopped and circled slowly, feeling how wet she was, making my cock strain against my jeans.

I didn’t put my finger inside her, instead I pressed it against her tight hole and made agonizingly slow, small circles just at the entrance. She was squirming now, her pussy getting wetter.

I kissed her cheeks, her forehead, her eyes, her neck, small, soft kisses, timing the pressure from lips on her skin with the pressure I put at her entrance. I worked my way down, taking each nipple in my mouth as my free hand massaged and squeezed her tits and then down her stomach, squeezing her hips hard, only holding back slightly.

Finally, I was between her legs. I kissed her inner thighs, dragging my stubble over the soft, sensitive flesh as she squirmed and moaned. I was making a mess of this darling girl.

I began showering her entire pussy with soft, small gentle kisses. I lingered at her clit, pressing my lips against her labia that hid it and began kissing her pussy like I kissed her mouth. Slow, and then deeper. Teasing her clit, making circles around it as I still wouldn’t enter her with my finger.

She tried pushing into my mouth. “What are you doing to me?” she asked breathlessly. Both of us were desperate to come. Her first.

“I’m going to enter you now, for the first time, with my finger,” I whispered, “are you ok? Do you want this? Do you want my finger inside you, princess?”

She remained silent, her eyes closed, breathing hard and rolling her hips, lost in ecstasy. I removed my finger from her entrance and gripped her thigh.

“I asked a question, princess.”

She opened her eyes and tried to look at me but she couldn’t focus. “I want you,” she managed.

“Thats not what I asked, princess.” I had her attention now. “I asked if you want me to slip my finger into your tight, wet, little hole and fuck you slow and deep while I lick and suck your clit until you come all over my hand and face.”

She groaned. Her head lifting back on the pillow, her face towards the ceiling.

“Use your words, princess.”

“Yes, please, I want it.”

“I’m going to give you what you want,” I said, slowly sliding my finger into her. She was so tight and wet. Her hips pressed against me, pushing herself as deep as she could onto my finger.

I slowed my finger’s entry, letting her feel every millimeter as I sank into that tight, slick heat. I watched her face, the way her lips parted, the way her eyes fluttered, the way that desperate little whimper escaped her throat.

“Fuck, princess,” I breathed, my thumb finding her clit and circling slow. “You’re gripping me so hard. You like that, don’t you? Having my finger buried inside your cunt?”

She nodded frantically, her hips grinding against my hand. “You feel so good,” she breathed.

“I’m not going to stop.” I curled my finger and she cried out, her back arching off the bed. “There. That’s your sweet spot. I’m going to press against it while I suck your clit, and you’re going to come undone on my tongue.”

I lowered my head again, spreading her with my free hand. She was glistening, swollen, pink and perfect. I licked her clit in long, flat strokes, keeping my finger deep inside her, fucking her slowly. Her taste was intoxicating. She was sweet and salty and purely her. I could feel her trembling, her breath coming in ragged gasps.

“Please,” she begged, her voice breaking. “Please, I’m so close, I can’t, I’m trying..”

“You can.” I pulled back just enough to speak, my lips brushing her slick flesh. “You can come for me, princess.. Let go. I’ve got you.”

I sucked her clit, flicking my tongue back and forth over it, while my finger pumped into her, pressing that spot with every thrust. She shattered with a scream, her body convulsing, her juices flooding over my hand. I didn’t stop. I lapped at her through the orgasm, drawing it out, until she was pushing at my head, gasping for mercy.

She laid still, breathing hard, her body tense at first and then slowly relaxing. My head lay on her inner thigh, watching her pussy clench emptily. My cock wanted me to flip her over and ram into her mercilessly, but I fought it. Not yet.

“I want you in my mouth now.” she said quietly. My cock stiffened. Her soft, hot, wet mouth, that throat. I can teach her exactly how I like it.

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PART 1

I’d been on this posh Connecticut horse estate for three days, keeping my head down and working the horses, but I knew exactly who the boss’s daughter was. Lacey.

She was a vision of blonde innocence and youthful curves, though when she stumbled toward me near the stables, she looked less like a sweetheart and more like a storm cloud. She smelled faintly of cheap wine and desperation, her denim skirt hugging a perky ass that made my mouth go dry.

“Where did you come from?” she asked, her voice dripping with a smarmy, entitled edge. She leaned back, looking me up and down with a challenge in her eyes, trying to play the part of the untouchable princess.

I didn’t blink. I stood my ground, my boots planted firm in the dirt, my black t-shirt tight across my chest. I let my gaze linger on her heaving breasts beneath that thin tank top before meeting her eyes. “Watch it, little miss,” I said, my voice a low, gravelly warning. “I don’t need to tell you where I came from, but I’ll show you exactly where you’re headed if you keep up with that attitude.”

The fire in her eyes vanished instantly. Her lip trembled, and before I could react, she burst into tears, a raw, jagged sob that ripped through the quiet of the evening. Seeing her crumble like that did something to me.

My cock surged, straining against my jeans, hardening instantly at the sight of her vulnerability.

“There, there,” I murmured, half-mocking but mostly drawn in, patting her shoulder. “What’s got the rancher’s daughter so upset?”

“You... you know who I am?” she gasped, wiping her eyes.

“Darling, everyone within a hundred miles knows who you are.”

“No, they don’t,” she whimpered.

“Well, they should,” I replied, my dark eyes boring into hers, stripping away the layers of her pretense.

“My boyfriend dumped me,” she blurted out, the confession spilling out of her.

I felt a smirk tug at my lips. “Well, ain’t he a damn fool.”

“You think so?”

“Darling, I know so.”

She looked at me then, really looked at me, her gaze drifting down to the bulge in my pants. A sudden, reckless bravery took hold of her. “What would you do to me if I was yours?”

The air between us turned electric. I stepped closer, invading her space until she could feel the heat radiating off my body. “You don’t have to ask me twice, darling, but I’ll ask you once... are you sure?”

“What’s your name?” She asked, nodding frantically.

“James.”

“That’s a hot name,” she said.

“Thanks,Princess.” I laughed.

She whispered that there was a milk house nearby. The moment we stepped inside and the door clicked shut, the tension snapped. She turned on a small lamp and a cozy room with a rug and a sturdy looking oak framed bed with a patchwork quilt came into view in the shadowy yellow light.

I didn’t wait. I grabbed her, pulling her into a passionate kiss that tasted of wine. She had to stand on her tippy toes to kiss me back. I knelt down a little, scooping my hands under her thighs and pulling her legs apart. I lifted her small body into the air, wrapping her legs around me.

I pressed her hard against the wall, my muscular frame pinning her in place. I groaned into her mouth, my hands roaming every inch of her. I gently cupped her bountiful, soft breasts, keeping myself from squeezing her too hard. She was a fury of tears and soft gasps, nibbling on my lips and tilting her head so I would kiss her neck.

Innocent and grown all at once. Hungry and terrified of what it meant. Her eyes big and searching as I cupped her chin and slid my thumb inside her juicy, wet mouth. She looked lost. I couldn’t help but smile. I slid it in and out of her mouth watching her face as she slowly understood, and blushed. Her lips wrapped around me and she started to suck.

“Mmmmm..good girl. Fast learner, Princess,” I teased.

“Stop, I’m not a princess.”

“You are to me.”

I rubbed and cupped her breasts again through the fabric of her tank top, sliding down to grip the curve of her ass. Her jean skirt was all the way up around her waist. I could see the tiny pink pair of thongs, already drenched and dark, clinging to her.

I pressed my cock, still in my jeans, against her so she could feel how hard I was for her. She moaned as I held the pressure there against her, kissing her deeper and grinding slowly. Increasing and decreasing pressure until I felt and heard her breath get faster and she pressed against me, her hips arching. Her body tightened and she trembled and moaned.

“Did you just come? I asked, kissing her harder as she collapsed into my arms, a sweaty, teary mess, dripping between her legs, and trembling.

She began to whimper, those tears returning, but this time they were born of overwhelming sensation. I pulled back just an inch, licking the salt from her cheeks. “I’m just touching you, baby. Are you okay?” I whispered, my voice a commanding rumble. “Do you like this? Answer me. Look at me.”

“Yes,” she gasped, her voice trembling.

“Your orgasm was perfect. Don’t be ashamed. You’re so hot right now.”

“I didn’t know...” her voice trailed off

“You want this, don’t you? I’m going to show you how a man fucks. Is that what you didn’t know?

She nodded, lowering her eyes.

“Don’t look away from me.” I leaned down and kissed both her eyelids, tasting her tears again and carried her to the bed.

I laid her down with a deliberate slowness. As I stripped her, she tried to shyly cover herself, first her breasts, then her pussy, but I gently moved her hands away, pinning them above her head. “Don’t hide from me, baby. Let me see all of you. You’re okay... tell me you’re okay. Say it. Use your words.”

“I’m okay,” she breathed, her chest heaving.

“Have you ever come before? With your boyfriend? By yourself?”

She turned bright red and tried to cover her face again but stopped herself, biting her lip and looking up at me.

“Not with my boyfriend.”

“By yourself? Hmmmm? Do you put your pretty little fingers in your pussy and fuck yourself?” I teased, watching her squirm with embarrassment.

“I..”

“Yes, Princess?” Don’t tell me that was the first time you ever came.”

Her hands flew to her face and she was crying again. I grabbed her wrists and pulled her hands away from her face. Tears flowing as she shyly answered “Not like that, like just now.”

“That’s beautiful. I’m going to cherish that. I’m also going to give you so many more tonight, if that’s ok with you.” I leaned down onto the bed and kissed her again.

I pressed down onto her soft naked body. She radiated heat and desire, breathing hard, whimpering and moaning softly. I sucked and kissed her white, pillowy breasts, sucking her rosy pink nipples into my mouth, licking and nibbling them.

When she tried to cover her breasts from my kissing, I grabbed and pinned both wrists above her head. She tested the strength of my hold and found I had her thoroughly under my control. She squirmed beautifully, knowing she was trapped, she had tested the safety of her cage and realized that submission was the only smart move.

“Such a fast learner,” I praised and she blushed.

She arched her hips up into me and her mouth sought mine for a kiss. I obliged. She kissed me back, hard and recklessly, her tongue swirling desperately with mine. Her teeth biting my lower lip and sucking it. I let her arms go and her fingers found my hair. She clung to me.

“Do I have to ask?” she said breathlessly, her fingers clumsily moving to the waistband of my jeans, finding the buckle and trying to undo it.

“So eager,” I said approvingly. “But you’ll earn that. And we aren’t there yet.”

Her eyes watered again, “Am I doing something wrong? I’m sorry, I just, I just...”

“I know, Princess, you want to get fucked, to get filled, to know what it feels like to be a woman. You haven’t done anything wrong. Nothing wrong. Come here.” I folded her into my arms and cradled her head against my chest.

“Feel my heart beating,” I whispered. “That’s for you. I’m crazy for you right now. I want to do things to you that you aren’t ready for yet, and that’s ok. I want to taste you. I want to feel your pussy throbbing on my tongue as you come for me again. Is that ok?”

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