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She nods her head but can’t speak as she fights the tears for me.
And that breaks me. It breaks something inside me.
“Baby girl…I need you,” I says hoarsely.
She answers by spreading her hand over my old wounds. I return her touch. My hand threads through her hair. My lips are on hers once again and I’m lost.
I push her onto the bed. Her white-blonde hair fans out over the knobby red knit of the embroidered bedspread. I drink her in greedily, memorizing every inch. I unbutton her shirt and spread it open for my perusal. I run a finger down the center of her chest, gliding over the pink silk rose in the center before undoing the front clasp.
Her chest quivers. I should stop it, I know I should, but I won’t. This has been a long time coming, at least for me. For her? Star stares up at me conflicted and that alone should check me, but like Monk’s music rising to its inevitable crescendo, nothing can stop me now.
Sensing her agitation, I make a tsking sound to bring her focus back on me. On us. In our world, a woman doesn’t lose her virginity lightly. I’m slated to marry Roxie and Star has plans to run away. My heart clenches at the thought. At both thoughts. But this can only happen precisely because we can never be together.
I place my hand over her heart, silently urging her to calm down. I caress her hair and run my knuckles down her cheekbone until her fluttering chest steadies. Once her heartbeat settles, I help her out of her shirt and bra, and then efficiently attack the side buttons of her skirt. I toss it to the floor, leaving her in her panties.
She shifts in place nervously, her fingers twitching at her sides as if she’s desperate to cover herself. Sweet Jesus, but why? I’m enthralled by her beauty. She’s fucking gorgeous with her plump, high tits beaded with perfect raspberry nipples. Her belly slopes down, accentuating the lovely curve of her hipbones on either side. I can’t tear my eyes away from her and she arches her back just a tiny bit, lifting her breasts and offering them to me like a tribute.
My nostrils flare.
I reach for the band of her panties and peel them off, leaving her bare to my gaze. I drag my fingertips over the light dusting of hair.
“Christ, that’s pretty fluff.”
Her cheeks burst into flames.
I slip a finger down her slit. “Wet.”
Smacking my lips, I press a finger in. “For me.”
I pop the finger in my mouth and slurp it. “Tastes as good as it did the other night.”
A violent shiver racks through her.
“I didn’t get a chance to taste these,” I muse with a frown as I lean over and lap at a jutting nipple, curling my tongue around it before sucking it into my mouth. I expertly roll the nub around until she lifts off the bed, crying out raggedly.
My tongue may be wrapped around her nipple, but I bet she feels it in her pussy. I suckle one nipple and then the other, repeating it over and over until her breath is hitching and hiccupping, her hips twitching and writhing for more.
“Goood…” I drag the word out in a dark, satisfied tone, leaving it hanging for her to complete in her thoughts…girl.
I can’t wait to wind her up till she’s begging to do whatever I ask— anything to be mygood girl. Little does she know, she already is. Everything this girl does is fucking perfection.
I move up, and press into her, planting my elbows on either side of her head. Abruptly, I bury my head in the crook of her neck and take in deep breaths. A guttural sound rises from the back of my throat. A breath rattles out.
My naked torso warms her, but the rough material of my jeans makes her cry out as I push my thick thigh between her legs and rub against her sensitive clit.
At this point, I can’t take it anymore. I want every inch of her against me. I want my cock inside her wet heat. I want to feel her flesh wrapped around my shaft for the first time, without a barrier. She’s impatient too because she claws at my button fly, tugging my jeans down. I chuckle indulgently. That only motivates her to speed up, but I stop her and draw away.
Sitting up, I spread my legs wide, and command, “Precious, come over here and get on your knees.”
Precious?
It’s such an old-school endearment and yet it feels right. Must feel right for her as well because she closes her eyes and another shudder ripples through her.
A terrible thought occurs to me. I know Star’s a nerd and a virgin. Hell, my crew was ordered to never approach her, but who knows what kind of experience she’s had. I mean, she clearly roams the city at all hours of the day and night.
“Star, have you done this before?”
I stiffen and my face turns hard, tension rippling through my muscles as I brace for her answer. I shouldn’t be jealous. I have no right to be, but I’m greedy and possessive. Rabidly so.
