His tongue slides with interminable slowness across his lower lip, those silver-gray eyes hungry on my thighs. “Just got out of lockup about an hour ago,” he growls.
“Oh.” My stomach flips. “How nice.”
“That’s not the word I’d use after seven years.” He steps forward and I notice the outline of his erection. It’s growing larger and more prominent with every move he makes in my direction. And I can’t help it, I’m…excited. Ever since I was a young girl, my parents, teachers and friends have all called me rebellious. I’ve always thought them categorizing me that way was ridiculous. Maybe they were just boring. But no. I’m obviously a full
-on crazy pants. Men haven’t really interested me until now. This very second. I’m drawn to the mayhem in his eyes. He wants to do something to me and I must be insane for wanting to know more. To experience it.
It’s possible I’ve just been sheltered in my daddy’s mansion too long.
Whatever the reason for my body tightening in odd places, I find myself lifting my chin and rasping my thighs together for his viewing pleasure. “Do you have plans now that you’re out—”
“How old are you?” His big chest heaves and he jabs the air with a blunt finger. “Is that pussy legal?”
The body part in question squeezes at his vulgar language. “I’m eighteen.”
His whispers a thank you up at the ceiling. “Look, little girl. I’m in a bad fucking way here.” He comes closer until he’s towering over me, and without looking down, I sense him fondling his huge arousal through his jeans. “I don’t go around asking little girls to fuck. Not before prison and not after. But those years inside caught up with me the second you walked in. I’ve never seen anything so goddamn pretty.” He drags a finger down between my breasts. “If I don’t get my nut off inside you, they might as well put me back in prison because I’m going to lose my mind.”
CHAPTER TWO
Ezra
And here I thought doing time had robbed me of every last ounce of decency. It must not be true, because I’m definitely ashamed of myself, talking to this fresh-faced girl like she’s a fellow prison inmate. Honestly I’m not sure what’s gotten in to me. I had no plans to find a female today, even though I’ve been celibate for seven long years. No, after dropping off my stuff at my mother’s house, the plan was to get a cold beer and watch the ballgame.
Then she walked in.
I wasn’t lying when I said I’ve never seen anything so pretty. Before, during or after prison. She’s a tight little brunette princess with high tits and eyes that spell trouble. Yeah. This one would keep a man on his fucking toes. There’s about a million thoughts taking place in her head right now and she thinks it’s not obvious. It is.
I want every last one of those thoughts to be about me.
My cock isn’t just hard out of lust. It’s pressing painfully against my zipper because I want to lay this girl down and mark her as mine. My skin is hot, blood thickening by the second, an involuntary tick in my cheek. Get her wrapped around your cock. Make her yours. There has to be a thousand men trying to lock this sweet thing down. I’m not about to let her leave when someone else could lay claim. And they would—in a heartbeat. I’d take her away from whoever stole her, of course, but the thought of another man breathing near her makes my blood pressure skyrocket. I’m sure as hell not letting it come to that.
First order of business. I need to get between her thighs. She’s rubbing them together and biting that lip. Might as well be waving a red flag in front of a bull.
Who is this girl?
Why is she affecting me like this?
If I don’t get my nut off inside you, they might as well put me back in prison because I’m going to lose my mind.
That’s the last thing I said to this goddess and she’s understandably shocked. Join the club, baby. I’ve never needed anything as bad in my life as I need to touch her. There’s something about her that tells me she’s going to bring trouble back into my life when the plan was to leave it behind. There is nothing that can stop me from hungering for her, though. Nothing can stop me from wrapping a light hand around her slim throat and rubbing my thumb in circles around her delicate hollow.
“You this soft and smooth everywhere else, too?”
“No,” she whispers, shifting. “Everyone says I have a hard head.”
A crack of laughter leaves me. There’s something about this girl. She’s making my pulse beat in a new way. I thought my heart was dead after so long inside those concrete walls, but every moment being around her revives me a little more. Maybe it’s the life that crackles inside of her. The fact that she hasn’t run away from me, even though I’m a scary motherfucker. She isn’t just beautiful, she’s brave. Or reckless. All of it—all of her—calls to me. “I want to know all about that hard head, but I need you to lie down and open your thighs for me first.”
Her mouth forms an O. “Is that a normal way to speak to someone?”
“Don’t know.” I press my thumb to her jugular and watch her pupils dilate. “Nothing normal about how bad I need to ride you.”
Her exhale rushes out over my wrist. “A-and what happens after that?”
“Then…” I slide my hand up and grip her jaw. “Then I’m guessing I apologize for being so rough on that princess pussy, clean you up and do it all over again.” A crazy thought occurs to me. “You’re not a virgin, are you?”
“No? Me? No.” She laughs. “Of course not.”
I’m not going to lie, I love the idea of being this girl’s first, but I’m too worked up to show the kind of finesse a virgin needs. I’m fitting to tear into this girl like a dog with a meaty bone. I’ve got pre-come trickling down the inside of my leg and my balls are aching something fierce. I don’t think I’ve been this hungry for sex a day in my life. It’s her. She’s doing this to me. I need to get my cock buried in her tempting package of a body before I bust in my jeans just from looking at her. “I’ve been in the pen for a long time, little girl. I’m sure men trip all over themselves trying to get a date with you—and here I am, begging to fuck when we just met. But I’ve got no choice.” I put my mouth against hers and taste her sweet breath. “You’ve got me hurting so bad, princess. You have to cure me.”
After a minute, she nods and my hands move on their own. One second, she’s standing in front of me, the next she’s flat on her back on my mother’s couch, bouncing from the impact of being thrown down. There’s no mistaking how tight her cunt is going to be. Not when she’s blushing like a schoolgirl and that tiny strip of pink material between her legs covers her entire pussy. I have no business trying to wedge my cock inside a girl half my size—and I’m starting to feel like a bastard for what I have to do—but then she sits up and strips the see-through cover up over her head, letting it drop to the floor.
“I can see how badly you’re hurting,” she whispers, her eyebrows drawing together, almost as if she’s puzzled. “I-I don’t like it. I don’t like you hurting.”
She’s my soul mate.
I know it in this moment.
I’ve never believed in that shit until now, but the closer I get to where she lies on the couch, the tighter my heart wraps around my jugular. I’m being propelled toward her by a magnetic force and she must feel it, too. It’s what makes her brave enough to lie down for a man who looks like he’d kill with his bare hands. “You don’t want me to hurt, princess?”
“No.” She shakes her head slowly and holds her arms up to beckon me closer. “I can’t explain it but…your pain is making me hurt, too.”
Needing—craving—her naked skin against mine, I unzip my jeans with shaking hands. Not wanting to scare her, I leave my cock tucked inside its denim prison and strip off my shirt, watching her pupils expand, her toes curling into the couch cushions. “I know I look scary.”
Her wide eyes roam over my scars and tattoos. “Maybe a little.”
I grunt. “Only people who have to be scared of me are your enemies. Not you. Never you. Understand me, little girl?”
“Yes.”
“Good.” I reach down and hook my finger in her bathing suit bottoms and yank them down her legs, revealing the kind of wet, little pussy that could launch a thousand-year war. “Goddamn, I’m a lucky son of a bitch.” I take her knees in my hands and hold them open, settling myself between her legs on the couch, the cushions groaning under my considerable weight. “Show me the tits.”
Her flush deepens and I’m worried I’m being too coarse, but she slides the triangles to the side and shows me her pouting red nipples. They sit on top of two plump, beautiful mounds and she doesn’t know it yet, but those pretty babies
are going to get her titty fucked on the regular. Probably as soon as I’m done blowing in her pussy.
“You are one gorgeous goddamn princess, aren’t you?”
“You look like the King of Asgard,” she mumbles.
“Yeah?” No idea what she’s talking about, I lean down and get a closer look at the only pussy I ever want to see for the rest of my life. “Is the king supposed to fuck the princess?”
“N-no.”
I tease her slit with the tip of my tongue. “Oh well.” As soon as the taste of her honey hits the back of my throat, it’s like a newer, rawer hunger wakes up inside me. I’m already desperate to get inside her, but now I’m ravenous. And impatient. There’s no way I’ll get my dick inside of her without eating this pussy first—and I ain’t complaining—so I seesaw my tongue between her folds to separate them and groan when I meet her clit for the first time. It’s little and pink and it swells for my mouth like it’s been waiting for me to come treat it right. I curl my tongue around it like a snake and twist, sending her hips bucking up off the couch.
“Oh m-my God.”
“Ezra is your God now, little girl. Call my name or nobody’s.”
Her thighs fall open nice and wide at my commanding tone and lust plows into my bones. Fuck yeah, this sweet thing is my soul mate. She’s been molded and designed just for me. I don’t have to be afraid of scaring her or being too rough. Every signal she’s giving me tells me she isn’t just tolerating it, she loves it. And when her nails score my scalp and she whimpers my name, I’m lost. I growl into my next lick, making her clit my target. The faster I can make her come, the faster I can bury my cock in her delicious cunt. I eat her like she’s my last meal, snarling and licking and using my thumb to tease her clit when I have to pause for breath. Her smell fills my nose, making me an animal.
“Ezra,” she sobs, rolling her hips up to meet my tongue. “I don’t know what’s happening. B-but please keep going.”