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“Tomorrow,” I whisper, tilting my chin up to look at him. “At the stroke of midnight, I’ll be eighteen. You can check my driver’s license.”
Conflict wars in those blue eyes, turning them a deep stormy blue. I can sense how Brad wants to ravish me now, and to claim my curvy form though I’m mere hours from being eighteen. But I can also see that this is a principled man. He’s already waited so long, so why not just a bit longer?
Brad steps away then, his big form trembling a bit from the strain of his control. A lesser man would give in and pounce on me, ripping off my clothes and bursting through my virgin head without any regret. But instead, this alpha male is trying to do right by me, and I appreciate him even more for it.
“Thank you,” I murmur softly, looking up at Brad through my lashes.
“For what?” he growls, his body shaking from the effort.
“For waiting,” I say in a simple tone. “That means a lot to me.”
Brad merely looks at me for a few seconds, the space between us exploding with heat. Then, he lets out a harsh “fuck” and pulls me into those strong arms before hauling my mouth to his in a devastating kiss. All thought flies out of my head because this is what this man does to me. He’s irresistible, possessive, dominant, and an excellent kisser. Even though I’m technically new to these things, I can sense his mastery and melt like butter beneath his touch.
“Goddamn, I want you,” Brad rasps against my lips. “You think I’m a good man, Paisley? Think again.”
Then he slants his mouth over mine, tilting my head so that the angle is perfect for his tongue to thrust between my lips. I cry out at the total domination of my senses, the rest of the world fading to black as every cell of my being focuses on the alpha before me. Brad Landry is everything I’ve ever wanted: sexy, handsome, and one hundred percent male. My insides melt as my thighs turn to butter, the heat between us ratcheting up to a thousand degrees. Even more, there’s something hard and insistent pressing against my belly, and instinctively, I know what it is. Moaning low in my throat, I rub enticingly against that stiffness, even bucking my hips a little bit with need.
“Oh fuck,” he rasps against my mouth. “You’re so responsive sweetheart. So beautiful, and so fucking irresistible.”
I moan sweetly against his mouth.
“Then take me,” I whisper. “I’m yours Mr. Landry.”
One of my small palms reaches forward to catch that thick length between my fingers, and even through the stiff fabric of his jeans, I can feel that it’s huge. My fingers aren’t going to be able to wrap all the way around his length, and the thought turns me on. Will I be able to fit it in my mouth? Pussy? Or even my ass? I’d love to know.
Mr. Landry seems to read my mind because he nuzzles at my neck, his breath hot on my throat.
“You’re young baby, so of course it will fit. Teenage pussy is very elastic, and you know I’ll work it into you slow. I’ll stretch you out with my fingers first, and then we’ll get you situated until you’re taking my cock with no problem in all of your holes. But it’s something to look forward to, baby girl,” he rasps brokenly again. “I can’t do that to you now. Not before you’re legal.”
“But we’re only hours away!” I mewl desperately, squeezing his shaft through the thick fabric.
“All the more to keep ourselves in line,” he rasps before pressing hungry kisses to my throat again. “We’re so close to the finish line that it’ll be twice as sweet when we finally get there.”
I almost burst into tears because I’m so needy and hot that I feel like every cell in my body is shaking apart. I squirm against him, desperate for his touch, and have half a mind to just squeeze his penis a little harder, a little faster, to see if I can break his control. But Brad senses my intent because he pulls away then, moving that stiff shaft out of my grasp.
“All in good time,” he groans, panting as if he’s been running a marathon. Those blue eyes gleam as he takes in my flushed cheeks, starry eyes, and the pebbled tips of my giant breasts. “All in good time,” he intones again before reaching forward to place a chaste kiss on my lips. But then he pulls back, those blue eyes intense. “So tomorrow’s your birthday, hmm?”
I nod, unable to access my words because I’m in a thrall to this beastly man.
“Come over again,” he rasps. “But not as a babysitter this time. Tatum will be spending time with her mother tomorrow night, and I want to spend time with you, Paisley. It’s time you became a woman,” he growls. “And I’m going to help you cross that threshold.”
Wordlessly, I nod because I’m magnetized by Brad Landry. I can’t say no to the handsome billionaire, not when my body’s already straining for his, hot and needy.
“Yes, Brad,” I murmur, melting against his wide chest once more. “I’ll be here.”
“Good,” he growls before pulling away and physically turning me around by my shoulders. Then his big hands swat my ass playfully as he marches me to the front door. “I’ll see you tomorrow night then, sweetheart. 8 p.m. sharp.” With that, he kisses the top of my head and pushes me over the threshold before shutting the oak slab behind me. I stand there, astonished and alone, on his stoop for a moment. Did that really just happen? Goodness, am I coming back tomorrow night to be deflowered by this powerful alpha male? I hope so … and I can’t wait.
CHAPTER7
Paisley
Iturn to check my reflection in the mirror. Hair in bouncy waves? Check. Make-up perfectly applied? Check. Ready to have my virginity taken? Check check check.
I giggle before turning away and skipping to my dorm room door because this is so wrong. I should be losing my maidenhead to a boy my age. But instead, I’m losing it to a gorgeous single dad two decades my senior with the body of a Greek god, and I’m trembling with anticipation. After all, what would a gangly teenage student have to offer? A dorm room that stinks of stale pizza and sweaty socks? Oozing, pus-filled acne on his chin that smears against my skin every time we kiss? No, thank you. I’ll take Brad Landry any day of the week.
Even crazier, I’ve decided to go all out. Usually, I’m pretty tame when it comes to clothing. I’m a t-shirt and jeans type of girl, and most days, my hair’s just in a ponytail. But I’ve decided to dress up tonight, although looking down at myself, I wonder if I’ve gone overboard. After all, I’ve squeezed my generous shape into a tiny bandage dress in Barbie-pink. My ta-tas bulge invitingly against the low décolletage, and the tight material hugs my narrow waist while emphasizing the flare of my wide hips. Last of all, I borrowed a pink purse and matching pink heels from my buddy, Tess, and so I’m basically all-pink at the moment. My heart contracts as I wait for my Uber. Is this a mistake? Am I going to come off whore-y and slutty, instead of naughty and available?
Well, it’s too late now, I muse when my ride pulls up to the curb. I’m off to meet the handsome alpha male, and I just hope Brad doesn’t think the wrong thing of me when he gets an eyeful of this outfit. Hell, what if he doesn’t even recognize me? Well, that would be a funny story to tell later on, wouldn’t it?
