If I were a better man I wouldn’t give into selfishness. I’d see her trouble, help her and that would be it. I wouldn’t need to see her again.
I pull away from her lips at the thought of that and gaze down at her crystal blue eyes that look silver in the moonlight.
I gaze down at her and wonder what her story is. Lifting her chin, I take my time and look over her perfect face and down her elegant neck. I stop at the edge of her chin, noticing a little mark just under it that looks like she had a cut and it was stitched. I didn’t see that before.
When I run my finger over it, she turns her head away and the dullness that comes into her eyes suggests I shouldn’t ask what happened. or how it happened.
This is the second time this girl has reminded me of Amelia. It was a mark like that that alerted me to the possibility that someone was hurting her. no way in hell would I have guessed it was her stepfather. Why would I when he was the good schoolteacher, portraying a mask to the world.
Lily stares up at me and I think back to how she looked when she was danced. This is about sex. Only sex. The same way she shouldn’t ask me any questions, the same way I shouldn’t ask her anything. I need to keep the line up, so I shove the question and the memories of Amelia out of my mind.
Lilly reaches up to cup my cheek and I want her all over again.
The perfect idea for what I want to do next comes to me. I don’t know what time it is. We’ve been like this for hours, but I want more. As long as it’s dark outside it’s night to me and it means I can have her as many times as I have strength.
I shuffle over, pick her up and set her down on my lap to straddle me.
“I want you to ride my cock,” I tell her.
Her cheeks flush exactly the way I expect from the sweet woman she is. I don’t do sweet, but fuck is it good to break a sweet, untainted woman to please me. I’ve been doing it all night.
“Wouldn’t that be more for my benefit than yours?” she asks with a raised brow.
“No, because you wanted the chance to fuck me all night, and I want to watch you,” I answer once again shocking her. “Am I right?”
“Yes,” she says.
“Then fuck me, angel,” I urge her.
I’d bet she’s never met anyone like me. I can tell and there’s something about that, that appeals to my possessive ego that I like.
She takes my already erect cock with her slender fingers and positions herself, settling down on my cock.
I’ve had her more than five times tonight, but fuck, that feeling of sliding into her pussy is something I savor. We both gasp and groan from the jolt of pleasure. It makes me hard for her and want more even though I’m already getting it.
When she starts moving her little hips over me, I see I was right on the mark. She wanted to fuck me just as much as I wanted her.
I grab her waist so she can bounce up and down on my cock, fucking me the way I want her to.
Her hair moves like liquid gold, shimmering in the moonlight. Her breasts, round and ripe with the nipples tight bounce in my face.
Her face is filled with the purest pleasure and I swear I’ve never met a woman who looked more perfect ensnared in passion than the way she looks now.
I watch her and want her, squeezing her lush ass as she fucks me, and my cock spasms in the grip of her tight cunt.
I deserve a medal for the control I exude and the length of time I restrain myself from taking over, even I have my limits though. A beautiful goddess taking my cock like she wants to own it is enough to make me succumb to the urge to take back control.
This doll is fucking dangerous to a man like me, and the fool I was earlier did as much as tell her that when she first took my dick.
I lose my edge of control and I can’t resist taking over. Grabbing her ass, I start pounding up into her pussy. She holds on to me and I drive harder making the bed shake, moving against the floorboards.
We both move against each other like we can’t get enough and fall over the edge into the spiral of madness, wild and explosive. Fuck, I blow my load into her like a hurricane. Hot cum sprays into her and her walls wrap around me milking me clean until there’s nothing left.
I hold her head, lacing my fingers through the fine strands of her hair. When she cups my face, lifting my jaw to her sweet lips the temptress has me all over again. That’s all it takes and we fall on to the bed, into that kiss that calls us to take more from each other.
I remember closing my eyes for what felt like minutes. When I opened them again the sun was up, and she was gone.
I’ve lain in this bed thinking about her for close to an hour like I don’t have the family business to save.
Last night knocked me for six. I didn’t expect to.
Now I’m awake and consumed by lust.
I want more and I know there’s only one way I can get more. That’s to book her again. I book her again though and that means what?
I repeat the same thing for the next three months. And fucking hell, if I’m so taken with her, what the fuck would that mean, me paying for sex.
She left just like she was supposed to, and I should go home, shower and change and get on with sorting out the shit with Falcone.
She was supposed to be a fuck for the night, but I know myself… I’m not a fucker who lies to himself to get by. I knew the second I booked her what I was getting myself in for. And it started the moment she looked at me in that box. She gave me a different taste of attraction. One that stemmed from the inside, pulled on a memory of love lost.
I run my hand over my beard.
I can’t seem to pull the connection of Lilly and Amelia apart. I don’t know if guilt is making me see what I want to see.
Guilt I still feel over Amelia’s death.
It happened eighteen years ago, but every time I think of what happened I still see it as if it were all happening before me. Maybe that’s because I did see it. I saw her die and there was nothing I could do to save her.
I might push the memory to the back of my mind but the image of that night and her standing on the edge of the cliff, is never far from me.
I still feel myself running toward her. Running as fast as I could, pushing past the tiredness that had taken me from spending days looking for her everywhere.
I’d found her on the edge of Eagle Mountain, so far from home. I ran so fast, trying to save her. As fast as humanly possible. I got close enough to see her face. She was crying. When she shook her head, I knew I lost her and something in me slowed. I’ve always wondered if I’d fought harder, pushed harder, if maybe I could have saved her. maybe. I’ll never know, and I suspect the answer is no.
She was too close to the edge of the cliff and there was nothing I could do. She didn’t even have to jump. She simply stepped off the edge like she was walking on a path in the air. Then the girl I loved was gone.
She killed herself because of what her bastard stepfather did to her.
Amelia was in trouble and never told me until it was too late. Things had gotten out of hand and her family made it worse. They called her a whore when she told them he’d been raping her for years and the child in her stomach was his. She was seventeen.
I sigh and shake my head, shaking away the memory again.
I have to get my act together today.
Definitely in regards to Lilly.
That trouble I sensed in her is the kind that I should probably stay away from myself. it’s deep rooted and warns that I shouldn’t try to save her, because maybe I can’t. At the same fucking time do I want someone else booking her and having her?