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She shifts in the bed, her body rolling to expose the lush curve of her ass. Her eyelashes flutter against the apples of her cheeks, the blonde almost blending with the light dusting of freckles she hides. Crystal blue pools focus on me. Widening a fraction as her pupils adjust to the violent streams of light filtering in through the windows. “Mr. Boyd?”
I liked it at first, the breathless way she said my last name, but after hearing her lust-filled mouth speak my first name, I’ve longed to hear it. Jerked my dick to the memory of that sound countless times. “When we’re alone, I want you to call me Lincoln.”
“Is that a rule?” she asks on a yawn, stretching her arms above her head, her sleep shirt rising to expose the toned skin of her stomach. The tiny barely noticeable freckle next to her belly button.
I smirk. “Does that bratty mouth ever stop?” On anyone else, I would have already dealt with it, felt the urge to control it. Don’t get me wrong, I still want to punish her bratty mouth, but with Callum, it’s tolerable, if not adorable… Cute? I don’t fucking know. Anything she does turns me on.
She rolls her eyes, grabbing her phone and checking it. She smiles at her phone, quickly typing something out, probably to her stupid adolescent boyfriend. “Not sure, Lincoln. Guess you’re about to find out.”
“Is that right?” I challenge. “How about this. You go get ready and we’ll see if I can tame that mouth of yours.”
She smirks, setting her phone down. Rising, she grabs her bag, walking to her bathroom without a single word.
My body grows tight with anticipation as I rise, walking to the door. I turn down the hallway, heading to my office. Knowing she’ll know exactly where to find me.
* * *
My patience is growing thin.She’s been out of my presence for a couple of hours. I’m not going to lie and say I know how long it takes a woman to get ready, because I’ve never lived with one, besides my mother. I don’t bring women home; I haven’t been on a date since my college years.
My office door opens abruptly, and I raise my eyebrows at her. She’ll learn, but I’m letting it slide today. The lack of manners is going to be a problem, but my aching dick has convinced me that it’s a battle for another day. She followed one rule at least. Her yellow sundress rests on the middle of her thighs, white daisies sprinkled on the light material. She has white heeled sandals on, a matching white bow in her hair. Her blonde lashes are now a midnight black, lips a sugary pink. She stands before my desk shyly. Dropping my red pen, I lean back in my chair, my eyes roaming over her body. She might be eighteen but she’s built like a full-grown woman. Her breasts stretch the fabric of the dress that hugs the hourglass shape of her body. Her thighs are thick from the strain she puts on them in volleyball every day.
“Doll Face,” I rasp.
She swallows, breaking eye contact with me, sweeping a strand of honey hair behind her ear. “Where, um, where do you want me?” Her voice is small, a harsh contrast to the sass I received this morning.
“On my desk,” I order, eyelids lowering as she hesitantly walks around the desk, stopping in front of my seat.
“Here?” she asks.
“On it.”
She nods. Slowly resting her hands behind her on her classmates’ papers, she lifts herself onto my desk. Legs crossing at the ankles. Shifting forward, I rest my hands between her closed thighs. Squeezing, I spread them apart slowly. Wanting to savor the moment she reveals her pink, bare pussy to me. It’s already glistening, throbbing for me. I lick my lips, eyes going to her heavy half-lidded gaze.
“You better taste as good as you look.”
I bend my head, running my nose over the wet, soft skin. She gasps at the first touch, her body jerking. Slowly, painstakingly slowly, I run my tongue through her sweet juices. She whimpers, hands going to my hair. I freeze, wrapping my fingers around her delicate wrists. I slam them down next to her thighs, pinning them to my desk. She gasps, breathing heavily. Regrettably, I remove my mouth from her, looking up at her curious eyes. “Did I say you could touch me?”
She shakes her head, swallowing. Turning my head slightly, I sink my teeth into the sensitive flesh of her thigh. She moans, throwing her head back. Guess she likes a little pain. “I knew you’d be perfect.” I kiss the bruising bite mark.
Still holding her wrists to the desk, I kiss my way back up her thigh, coaxing little noises out of her. I lick and suck on her ripeness. Latching onto her clit, I press my tongue flat against the bundle of nerves, sucking it into my mouth with a groan. Releasing one wrist, I use two fingers and ease them into her tight pussy. Fuck, she’s tight. So tight I have to gently work them in. She bucks against the desk as I use my fingers and tongue to get her off, working her until she’s all wet and ready for me.
I feel her pussy spasm, on the verge of tipping over. I pull away from her abruptly, a tiny form of punishment for last night. Leaving her on the edge of an orgasm. “What? Why?” she moans.
“Because I’m about to fuck you, Doll Face.” She freezes, looking slightly terrified. “What’s the matter?”
She nibbles on her lip, eyes cast to her feet. “I wasn’t lying in my fantasy; I’ve never done that.”
Fuck.I swallow, running my hands through my hair. I’m not mad, not even close, but this changes things. “What I want to do with you, I can’t if you’ve still got your perfect little cherry. Fuck. Listen carefully. What we are about to do? It’s a one-time thing. Nod for me if you understand.”
She nods, eyes swinging back to me. She yelps when I grab her hips, pulling her up my body. “Where are we going?” she asks.
I scowl as I make my way out of my office. “To my fucking bedroom.”
* * *
I haven’t donethis since I was a teenager. Sweet vanilla sex. I’m not sure I’m even capable of it. But I can’t take her like I want to. I don’t want to scare her or, worse, make her regret giving her virginity to me. I loosen my grip on her, letting her soft body slide down my ridged one, until her feet touch the floor. I look down at her trusting crystal eyes, so full of worry and excitement. I know for a fact I won’t be able to control myself.
But maybe, for her, I can tame it down.
