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But I’ve heard her sing. I’ve seen how terrified she was of her brother. That was not the life for her. Her talent needs to be shown to the world. And it's only a few phone calls for me to arrange to introduce her to the right people. I know, I know, I was planning to seek revenge, but instead, I did the right thing for her, decided to be the bigger man. I invited her to come with me so she could pursue her dreams. Clearly, I didn’t think this through. I was sure I was over her. That I’d be able to resist her. I hadn’t realized that gorgeous girl had blossomed into a sexy siren.
I rise to my feet and walk toward the bathroom. I push it, and the door opens. There, in the fairly spacious room—because, private plane, duh—she’s standing with her back to me. She has the fingers of one hand pressed onto the lip of the sink. Her head is thrown back, and in the mirror, I can see her eyes are screwed up in concentration. And here's the important bit… She has the hem of her dress pulled up and the fingers of her other hand are stuck down her panties.
I step in, and the door swings shut behind me with a whisper. Silently, I step toward her.
"Declan, oh god, Declan," she breathes heavily.
"Are you touching yourself while thinking about me?"
Her eyelids snap open. Her gaze connects with mine in the mirror. Her fingers are still down the front of her panties. I close the distance to her until my chest is flush with her back. She shudders. Color heightens her already flushed features. Her eyelids are heavy, her lips slightly parted. She looks like a woman who just masturbated. It was thoughts of me that spurred her on. Satisfaction fills my chest. I grip her hip, and she shivers.
Pull up your skirt, take off your panties, then present me with your arse. Your every hole is mine to fill. Mine to take and possess and use in any way I deem fit.
I wrap my fingers around her wrist.
She flinches but doesn’t pull away.
"Have you been fingering your pussy, Solene?"
Red stains her cheeks. Delightful. She’s not as innocent as she looks, yet she’s undiscovered. Untouched by the world. And fuck, if I don’t want to keep it that way.
She tries to pull her hand away, but I tighten my grip. She stills. Her breathing grows rough. She swallows and the pulse that flutters at the base of her throat speeds up. The scent of her fear leaches into the air, and mixed with it, the unmistakable tang of need, of want, of lust. I bring her fingers to my mouth and suck on them.
A moan spills from her lips. Her pupils dilate until only a circle of green remains around the circumference. My dick stabs into the fabric of my crotch, and I widen my stance to accommodate it. The movement sends a shudder through her. "Declan…" she sighs.
Her soft voice reaches some part deep inside of me. A part I forgot about in my rush to get to the top of my chosen field. I release her hand and step back. "I came to make sure you were okay."
On your knees, arms behind your back. Open your mouth, press down your tongue. When I thrust my cock down your throat, you’ll take it without gagging.
"I’m okay," she whispers.
I’m not. And if I have my way with you, you won’t be, either, and fuck, if that doesn’t make me hornier and even sorrier for inviting you into my world.I smirk. "Didn’t sound like you were okay. Sounded to me like you were masturbating with my name on your lips."
She blinks. "You m-must be m-mistaken."
"Oh?"
She nods. "I-I wasn’t… m-masturbating."
"So why do your fingers smell like your cunt? Why does the taste of your cum still coat my tongue?"
She flushes. Through the dress, her nipples are pointed. Goddamn. She’s wearing a bra; I’m sure of that, but it hasn’t stopped the tight little buds from being outlined against the fabric.Take off your dress, then bend over so I can squeeze your breasts as I take you from behind.
She lowers her chin so her hair falls over her features. "You don’t have to talk so filthy."
I laugh. "When I start talking filthy, you’ll know."
"Oh?" She peeks up at me. "How’s that?"
"You won’t be able to stop yourself from climaxing."
She gapes. "You’re joking."
"Nope. But you trying to convince me you weren’t masturbating while thinking of me is."
She shuffles her feet. "Fine, I was so turned on I tried to relieve myself, so—" She holds up her fingers and waggles them at me.
"You could have told me your problem, and I’d have taken care of it."
