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Lucca

I watch her climb into bed… my bed. Just before she slides under the blanket, the shirt she is wearing rides up her thigh, exposing her creamy white skin. My throat tightens.

Did she not put on the shorts I gave her?

Shaking my head and the thought of Claire in my bed half naked away, I head into the bathroom. As soon as I enter, I spot the shorts on the counter.

I grin at her feeble attempt to seduce me. That grin falls off my face when I see the pile of clothes lying on the ground. Because on top of that pile are her panties.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

Fuck me.

Her in nothing but a shirt and panties is bad enough, but knowing she is naked underneath my shirt, nothing protecting her from being taken has all the blood draining from my brain and redirecting to my cock.

Now that the image is in my mind, I can’t unsee her perky little tits and smooth stomach beneath my shirt. I remember the way her pussy felt as I touched her, bare minus a little landing strip. I scrub a hand down my face in frustration. This is not helping.

With a groan, I strip out of my clothes and turn on the shower, turning it all the way to cold. I step under the icy water, letting it cool my heated skin. My dick shrivels up faster than it got hard, and thank fuck, since that’s exactly what I was hoping for.

I take my time in the shower, knowing what awaits me outside this bathroom.

When I’m done with my cold shower, I dry off and put on the pair of shorts Claire left on the counter. My skin is still numb from the freezing water as I return to the bedroom. Claire has turned off the light, and the room is blanketed in complete darkness. Yet, I can still make out the outline of her body under the blanket.

She doesn’t say anything when I climb into the bed next to her, and she doesn’t move when I pull the blanket up and over my body. For a moment, I think she must be asleep already, and I’m more than relieved about that.

I will my cock to stay down and forget that Claire’s bare pussy is inches away.

Just when I close my eyes and let my body relax, Claire stirs next to me. The bed creaks, and in a split second, I’m wide awake again. Her tiny body molds against my side. Fuck, this isn’t good.

Her slender arm snakes over my abdomen, and the warm sensation that zings through me causes me to inhale sharply. Then she delivers the final blow and swings her leg over mine until her hot cunt is pressed against my bare thigh.

This little minx is playing with fire, and she’s about to get burned.

I lean down and talk close to her good ear, so I know she can hear me.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Cuddling,” Claire whispers, burying her nose into the crook of my neck.

“If you don’t scoot over, you’re gonna regret what happens next,” I warn. Her body stiffens, and a barely audible gasp escapes her lips. I can only imagine what her face looks like right now.

“W-what would h-happen?” She stumbles over the words, but where there should be fear, I find excitement lacing her voice.

“I’m going to expect you to get me off,” I half growl, barely able to restrain myself. Fuck, I want her, but I can’t. This is wrong.

“What if I want to get you off?”

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, nor do you have any idea what I would do to you.” She deserves so much more than I can offer her, but she pushes me, teases, and tempts me. What the fuck am I supposed to do?

“Tell me then. I want to know.” Her fingers feather across my skin. “What would you do to me, Lucca?”

If that isn’t the million-dollar question?

“The one question you should ask is: what I wouldn’t do to you.” I stop myself from touching her, running my fingers through her tousled hair, and rolling her under me, and ravaging her. “If I had it my way, I would use your mouth however I see fit. I would hold your head in place and fuck your face, choking you with my thick cock. I’d make you gag, maybe even throw up, but I wouldn’t stop. No matter how much you cried or begged or pushed me away. I would just keep using you like a fuck toy because that’s what I do. I take until there is nothing left to take. Is that what you want? For me to use your mouth?”

The room falls silent. So silent, I don’t even hear her breathing.

“Okay,” she whispers so low that it only just meets my ears, and for a long time, I’m sure I’ve heard wrong. Did she just say okay?

“Okay,” she repeats, louder this time with more confidence. “I want you to.”

Christ.

Dumbfounded, I stare into the darkness of the room. I told her what I want from her to scare her off, not so she would offer it to me on a goddamn silver platter. It’s like she pushes, I push back, and she shocks me by shoving me back.

When I don’t make a move, Claire moves her leg up, so her knee is almost touching my rock-hard dick. Her wet pussy glides against my skin, and my balls are so tight, I could explode from that feeling alone.

It takes every fucking ounce of self-restraint I have to push her away.

“Get off me,” I growl at her.

“No.” Defiance leaks into that single word.

As I pull her arm aside, she digs her nails into my abdomen, making me hiss out in pain. Like a little kitten, she scratches me, clawing at me. Fighting me.

“I want you. I want you to use me.”

Her voice cracks, and so do I. I snap right down the middle.

“Shut up! You don’t want this!” I’m full on screaming now, anger and need making it almost impossible to hold on to my sanity. I don’t want to lose control. I don’t want to hurt her, but she won’t stop. She’s poking a bear, and I’m about to attack.

I lose the last shred of willpower I have when her small hand moves south to my cock. She wraps her slender fingers around the shaft, and my chest tightens. There’s still a thin layer of fabric between us, but it’s enough to drive me insane. My hips thrust into her hand involuntarily, my body craving her touch like the earth craves the sun.

“Please,” she whimpers, almost as if she is feeling just as desperate.

In one swift move, I lift my hips and rip down my shorts, letting my cock spring free. I let go of Claire’s arm, so I have both hands available to grab her head and pull her mouth to my cock. I’m a starved man, and she is the meal I’ve been waiting for.

“Open up,” I order, my voice distorted.

I drag my thumbs across her cheeks, making certain she is listening to me. When I find her mouth wide open, I pull her down, groaning when her hot mouth swallows the head of my cock. As soon as her tongue runs along the underside of my dick, I lose control. I thrust my hips up, keeping my hands on her head. The tip of my cock hits the back of her throat, and she makes a loud gagging sound. Her tiny hands press flat against my thighs, and any second now, she’s going to come to her senses and realize how fucked up I am. How little I care, even for her.

“I told you. I fucking told you what would happen,” I grit through my teeth as I fuck her mouth furiously.

I don’t let her adjust. I don’t let her talk or even breathe.

All that matters right now is my pleasure.

I’m both glad and disappointed that the lights are off. I don’t want her to see me like this. But I want to see her choke on my dick. I want to see the spit dribble down her chin, and the tears stain her cheeks. I want to see how dirty this little girl can get.

My balls pull together, and a distinct tingle forms in the back of my spine. I’ve never come this fast before, but I’ve never had Claire’s mouth either. It’s hot and wet, and her whimpers as I take from her like a beast intensify my pleasure.

“I’m going to come. I’m going to fill your throat with cum, and you are going to take it all, my beautiful fuck toy. You’re going to swallow every single drop,” I demand as I keep pumping into her fiery mouth.

The gagging noise gets louder, and her sharp nails dig into my skin deeper as she frantically tries to escape me. I don’t let her go. I hold her in place like the bastard I am.

Her fighting only makes me thrust harder and deeper. Then I slam headfirst into euphoric pleasure. I come. I come longer and harder than I ever have before.

My orgasm seems to go on forever. Claire’s nails dig into my thighs so deep, I’m sure she is drawing blood.

When my balls are completely dry, and I finally release her, she sucks in a ragged breath before gasping for air like she was about to suffocate.

“Fuck.” I sit up.

The post-orgasmic bliss evaporates and is replaced with a mixture of anger and concern. I flick on the lamp on the nightstand, and the dim light illuminates the room. “I told you. Why didn’t you listen to me?”

Her big green wide eyes are watery, and there’s a dribble of salvia on her chin. She looks so fucking beautiful and fragile. I’m afraid if I don’t get away from her, I’ll break her, destroy the good inside of her. She’s all that’s left of my goodness.

I grab her around the waist and pull her into my chest. Her small body fits into my arms perfectly. I half expect her to fight me, to try everything to get away from me, but she cuddles into my chest, allowing me to cradle her in my arms.

“I wanted you, that’s why I didn’t listen… and even after what just happened, it might make me stupid, but I still want you.”

Speechless, I remain in this position, doing nothing else but holding her. It doesn’t take long until her breathing evens out, and I’m sure she is asleep.

Even after she’s seen the darkness inside of me, seen the fucked up deprived man I am, she wants me. She still wants me. My warning was no good, and if I have even half a chance of pushing her away, of saving her from my unbreakable grasp, then I’ll make a better effort. I’ll stop us from heading to a place we can’t come back from.

A soft snore fills the air, and I hold Claire a little tighter.

The last thing I want to do is hurt her, but if I don’t stop this now, I’ll more than hurt her. I’ll destroy her.