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I couldn’t hold back the grin to Holly as we made it out onto the street.
“I’m going to have the best time of my life,” I whispered, and she nudged me right back as we set off to Mr Lindon’s house.
“Just hope he’s everything you’ve been bigging him up to be,” she said.
But he would be. I had no doubt about that. He’d be even better than anything I’d been bigging him up to be. He was Mr Lindon. Bigger and better than anyone. I just couldn’t wait for him to show me.
Holly gave me a final hug before leaving me at the end of his street.
“I’ll be desperate for an update,” she said. “Don’t you dare leave me hanging.”
“I’ll be in touch,” I promised and waved her off.
And then it was just me. Nervous. Excited. Crazy with butterflies.
But ready.
Holy crap, I was so ready.
They were the most wobbly steps of my life as I headed up his driveway in my old school shoes. I could barely breathe as I knocked at his front door, but he was already there on the other side, ready to answer.
His eyes were glinting dirty as he stepped aside to let me past.
I could smell him. Deep and dark. A hint of cologne that had me tingling.
I could feel him. The heat and the strength.
I heard the door close behind me, and my palms were clammy, fingers fidgeting as I tried to stay even slightly calm.
“Good evening, birthday girl,” he said, and stepped up behind me.
He was close. Really close. I could feel his breath on my hair before I summoned up the nerves to turn to him. My heart was racing faster than I’d ever felt it, and my thighs were clamped tight.
“Thank you, Mr Lindon,” I managed. “Thank you for my present.”
I adored his smirk. “You haven’t taken it yet. Let’s see if you’re still thanking me when I’m done.”
“I’m sure I’m going to love it,” I said, and sounded stupid. Stupid and jangly and young.
I swallowed as he tipped my face up to his, and that all fell away. Everything fell away.
Everything but him.
“You need to listen hard before we start, princess,” he told me. “You need to know that I’m not a nice man. I don’t play nice with little girls.”
I tried to nod, but he held my face tight.
“I mean it, Faith. I’m going to claim that sweet little pussy of yours, and it’s going to hurt so much before it feels good. I’m going to love how it hurts before it feels good.”
My belly went crazy. Butterflies swarming as he carried on.
“I’m going to make you take it all and beg for more. I’m going to stretch you right open and make you my dirty little slut. I’m going to stretch you so fucking wide for me, little girl. You’re going to be used so fucking hard.”
“Please…” I managed. “Please, Mr Lindon… that’s what I want, sir.”
His fingers landed on my coat buttons, and teased down in a line. “Those pretty little tits are going to be so sore when I’ve finished with you. You’ll be feeling me for days.”
I nodded, unable to speak.
He pinched my cheeks tight together and I whimpered.
“You’re going to give me that hot little mouth however I fucking want it. You’re going to choke for me, and gag for me, and dribble and drool and cry such dirty fucking tears for me.” He paused, his breathing deep. “And your pretty little asshole is going to gape for me, so nice and fucking deep, and believe me, little girl, I’m going to make you do things so naughty, you’ll never feel like a good girl again.”
My ears couldn’t believe it, but my body could. My body wanted it so bad I couldn’t stay still, squirming to get closer. Because I wanted to stretch and drool and beg him for more. I wanted to feel him for days. I wanted to feel him forever.
I wanted to be every bit the dirty little girl he was going to make me be.
And then he smiled. He smiled such a filthy smile that it took my breath.
“Well, well. It seems we do have a very naughty little girl right here, doesn’t it? Is that pretty little cunt still hungry to take your birthday present?”
Another nod and I felt so wet between my legs. I was quivering. Lost to everything but how much I wanted this.
“Tell me,” he growled. “Tell me how hungry that pretty little cunt is for your birthday present.”
“Please…” I said. “I want it so much…”
He leaned in closer. “I said tell me how hungry that pretty little cunt is.”
His thigh pressed between mine, and I couldn’t stop the gasp.
“Tell me,” he said again.
I closed my eyes to answer, burning up with the naughtiness.
“I’m hungry for my birthday present…” I whispered.
