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A soft whimper pushed past her lips, and her dainty fingers flinched. My name, in broken pieces, uttered off her tongue, and my lips curled into a devilish grin. She even slept like a baby. Her arms are on either side of her head with palms to ceiling and legs slightly spread. For a split second, it felt wrong, hovering over her like a sick pervert, but the feeling passed as I gently lowered my lips above the landing strip of hair above her sweet pussy.
She smelled divine, and I could only imagine how good she tasted. I separated her thighs with steady hands, careful not to wake her. Although the sedatives were potent, there was a small percentage of people that they didn’t affect. I hoped she wasn’t one of them. The sight of her pretty little cunt made my cock rise, and I wanted nothing more than to fuck her little brains out, but I wanted her to be awake for that so she could witness the theft of her cherry. Another seepage of breath left her lips, and a low moan followed. She twisted her body, turned on her stomach, and placed her tender, juicy ass right in my line of sight. I became hungry at that exact moment, and my hands found their rightful place on her tender flesh as I stretched them apart.
My parched tongue slipped between her folds, and her scent danced on my tongue. I told myself I would be gentle, go slow and enjoy the moment but all that went out the window once her candied juices dripped onto my lips. She wiggled, faint whimpers breaking the silence. Her subconscious tried to force her out of the coma-like sleep, but it was no use. I would devour her until lances of sunlight peered through the dusty blinds or until she came on my tongue.
My tongue flicked and twirled around her clit, and her body loved it. Curled toes, tense limbs, and low moans let me know I was driving her over the edge. The thunderstorms that tore open the sky eventually subsided, leaving behind the wet sucking sounds of my lips pacifying her swollen nub.
My hunger intensified when she arched her back, lifting her ass as she let out a strained whimper. I released my grip and slid two fingers inside. I nearly came at that moment. She wanted to be fucked. She was ripe and ready. Her virgin cunt begged to be taken, but not tonight. It couldn’t be tonight. She clamped down around my fingers like a vice, sending a small trail of pre-cum flowing off the edge of my cock. I retrieved my fingers, now sticky with her sap. I continued my feast, my cruel tongue devouring her like an animal that hadn’t eaten in days. Her whimpers, along with her movements, stilled, and then her body seized in my grasp. I was sure she would wake to find me tongue fucking her, but her eyes remained closed, and I stilled my movements until her muscles relaxed. My name dribbled off her lips, and I crawled to her, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.
* * *
I sipped on the hot cup of coffee as I waited for my naughty little girl to come into the kitchen. I didn’t get a wink of sleep last night. After eating her pussy, I cleaned her up and placed the covers back over her. But my dick was rock hard, and it wouldn’t back down until I gave it what it wanted. A few strokes with my closed fist, and I came hard. By the time I got settled in bed, it was already 5 AM. The sleeping sedatives had most likely worn off, so I waited with bated breath for her to appear.
A rush of excitement skated down my spine, but the little devil on my shoulder made sure to nudge me. A small part of me second guess my actions, made me wonder if what I did was wrong. I toyed with that fact and scrubbed my hands down my face. Was it wrong? She was nineteen and my ex-best friend's daughter. I took another sip of my coffee before setting the cup down on the center island.
But then again, there was so much woman to her, and that’s what I wanted to explore. Albeit young, she housed a salacious temptress behind that good girl act, and I wanted to be the one to bring it out of her. Cora was forbidden fruit, and I craved a taste. I wanted every piece of her. She was mine the moment I laid eyes on her at the cookout, and she’ll be mine forever. The wood creaked under her footsteps, giving her approach away.
“Morning, sunshine,” I said as I pulled a rusty skillet from the island cabinet.
She stopped in the middle of the kitchen; confusion etched into her features. My blood slowed to a trek as I waited for her to speak.
“Where’s my clothes?”
I pasted on a smile then cracked an egg into the sizzling skillet. “Why do you need clothes? Are you cold, baby?”
“Umm.” She looked down at the outfit she was wearing.
I did the honors of rummaging through her things when she was asleep. Her backpack didn’t have much clothing in it besides a few tops and an extra pair of shorts. I dumped everything out, and two extra pairs of white panties fell out of the bottom. Packing everything back up except her panties and tops, I placed her backpack in a closet and left her two articles of clothing on the edge of the bed.
I pulled a plate from the cabinet and set it next to the skillet as I waited for her bacon to finish burning to a respectable crisp. Just like God intended.
“Hungry?”
Her shoulders slumped, and she made her way to the small round kitchen table and sat down. Tossing her long raven locks out of the way, she waited, her fingers tapping the table in anticipation. “Are you cooking breakfast or burning it?”
I ejected the toast from the toaster and tossed it in the garbage before walking over to the table. “That mouth's going to get you in trouble. Eat up.”
“Kind of like your mouth?” She picked up a piece of bacon and slipped it past her lips as she held my gaze.
Fuck.
CHAPTER13
Eggs and Bacon~Cora
I'd woketo tender folds and an overly sensitive clit. For a moment, I'd thought I had been dreaming. But it wasn’t until that familiar rush, a wave of tingling nerve ends in my most sensitive spot going off like whistles as my climax approached. That’s when I had awakened, right at the brink, and the only noise that escaped my lips was a cry of pleasure that not even my trusty vibrator was able to give me.
Once my legs were released, and the wave of ecstasy died, a ribbon of shame engulfed me. I'd kept my eyes closed, although I died to open them. My brain wouldn’t let me fall back asleep, so I'd laid there with closed eyes and open ears. Taking in the primal grunts that echoed off the bathroom walls as he stroked his monstrous cock. Sounds that should have had guilt consuming me from within did the exact opposite. I'd liked it, the low growls as he reached his peak. It was wrong to want a man old enough to be my father, but as each hour passed, I craved more of his touch. I craved more of him.
“Don’t think too hard. You might blow a brain cell,” he teased.
I rolled my eyes and stabbed my fork into the crispy bacon before picking it up. “Why? Would blowing a brain cell impact me blowing something else?”
I winced as the legs of the worn wooden chair scratched against the oak floor. Bringing the coffee back to his lips, which were hidden behind two-week-old stubble, he took another sip, winging a brow as he locked his gaze on mine.
“That’s the beauty of fucking baby girl. It’s all primal. No brains required.”
My flesh tingled at his words.Baby girl.His features were even more distinctive in the daylight. Chestnut hair that fell perfectly in his face, with a chiseled jaw and chocolate eyes that anyone could get lost in. A soft grey colored t-shirt covered his wall of muscle that stretched over his veiny biceps.
