WHAT THE FUCK is wrong with me? I have a gorgeous woman sitting on my lap, baring her soul to me, offering herself up despite her own misfortunes. Fuck if I’ll let the past keep me from enjoying her. I refuse to taint this moment with guilt. If that makes me a monster, then so be it.
Pushing all of those thoughts aside, I relent to the insatiable need of tasting her once more. I run my fingers through her hair and pull her lips to mine, coaxing her mouth open with my tongue, delving into what surely must be heaven. As if she were the most delicious cookie, notes of vanilla and spice assault my senses. She tastes so fucking good.
I suck her juicy bottom lip into my mouth and bite it gently, eliciting a whimper of need that has my dick twitching in my pants.
“William…” Bella moves one of her legs over my lap, effectively straddling me in the chair. “Please…”
“Please what, little moon?” I mumble into her skin as I run my hands up her back, peppering her neck and chest with kisses. “What do you want?”
Bella’s hips start to grind into me, her pussy rocking back and forth against my cock, seeking relief. “I need—” A gasp leaves her pouty lips as I lower her camisole, exposing the hardened bud of one nipple. It’s pink and perfect, beckoning my mouth to suckle it. “—you. I need you.” Bella’s words come out part mewl as I take her nipple into my mouth and suck hard, lapping my tongue over it in a wavelike motion.
“Oh, yes. Do that again.” Bella’s hands shoot up, she runs her fingers through my hair, coaxing my head to her other breast.
“If you liked that, just wait until I get my mouth on your clit.” I chuckle in satisfaction, knowing full well what’s in store for my little moon.
Lifting Bella up, I lay her on the desk and leisurely kiss my way down her stomach. Making my way down to her jean-clad pussy, I place one last kiss on her mound before gently biting down on it—locking eyes with her—letting her know she’s mine. That pussy is mine.
“Did you… did you just bite my pussy?” Bella asks in mock indignation. She isn’t fooling me. I can practically smell her sweet honey, begging me to eat it up.
“Yes, little moon. And now, I’ll be licking it.” Her whole body shivers at my words. Fuck yes, she wants me.
“Lift your sweet ass for me, baby.” I guide her hips up while lowering her shorts and panties with one hard pull, because who has time to peel off layers?
Not me.
I need to taste her.
Now.
She lies bare in front of me, and if there were ever a time to stop, it would be now. I know once I’ve placed my lips on her flesh there will be no turning back. I pause for a moment, but the fact that she is so goddamn young and is completely off-limits does nothing to assuage the need inside of me.
Unable to find any fucks to give, I spread her knees wide, taking her legs and placing one on either side of my head, leaving me with the most amazing view between her thighs.
“Fuuuck, you’re perfect.” I groan, my voice thick with desire.
I’ve never seen a more beautiful cunt. Her pink velvety folds are glistening and swollen with arousal—ready to be devoured like the ripest of peaches.
“William, please—” Bella squirms in anticipation.
“Patience, baby.” I chuckle as I grab my rocks glass and hold it above Bella’s beautiful pussy. “A good girl knows to do as she’s told. Now hold still.” Lowering my mouth to her slit, I lathe my tongue over her once, twice— “Mmmm. You taste so fucking good.”
Bella’s half-lidded eyes open wide in surprise as her gaze lands on the glass hovering above her entrance. “Wha— What are you doing with that?”
With a mischievous wink, I tilt the glass as I lower myself onto her once more, allowing the amber liquid to spill over her heated folds. Bella sucks in a sharp breath and lets out a squeal as I lick up her soaking slit, catching every last delicious drop.
“Mmmm. Delicious.” A wicked grin spreads across my face as I watch her chest rise and fall rapidly with yearning.
Wanting to give her the release she so desperately needs, I lower my mouth and latch onto her swollen clit. Bella moans on contact, lifting both hands to keep my head right where she needs me the most. As if I’d ever fuckin’ leave. She tastes like home and there’s no way I’m giving her up.
Unintelligible words leave her mouth as she grinds her pussy down on me, letting me know she likes what I’m doing. I lift my gaze to hers and smirk. “This, little girl, is what it’s like to be eaten by a real man.”
Bella whimpers and her face becomes pained. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
“My greedy baby wants more?” I lift an eyebrow as I run both hands up her thighs, letting them land on her ass before squeezing hard and pulling her closer to the edge of the desk.
Bella nods wordlessly. Knowing she’s ready for more, I take two fingers and insert them into her heat, slowly plunging them in and out. Feeling how wet she is, I circle her clit with my thumb and insert a third finger into her. Bella gasps at the invasion and I know in that moment, there is no sweeter sound. “Do you like taking my hand, little moon?”
“Mmhmm. So. So good.” Her breathy voice sounding like the filthiest of porn has my dick so hard it’s about to break off.
Bella’s greedy little pussy rocks into my hand, wanting more, taking more. Being the gentleman that I am, I deliver, roughly rubbing her inner wall and placing unrelenting pressure on her G-spot. As if on cue, Bella’s breath quickens, becoming more and more ragged as she starts to climb into ecstasy, letting out a string of incoherent babble. “Oh. God. Oh, my. Oh my, fuck.”
Her legs quiver against me as I gently clamp down on her swollen nub with my teeth. The unexpected sensation taking her over the edge and causing a guttural groan to rip through her.
I watch in awe as her body is overcome with glorious satisfaction. Yup. I’m fucked. Watching her unravel—tasting her heady release on my tongue—it’s my drug, and I can’t get enough.
She looks absolutely stunning—head thrown back, hair splayed across the desk, skin flushed pink and glistening with a slight sheen of perspiration, all of it adding to the overall glow radiating from within.
“You’re perfect. Fucking perfect,” I whisper into her skin as she comes down from the ultimate of highs. Once her legs stop shaking, I lift her to her feet and right her, kissing her on her temple.
“That was… I didn’t know it could be like that.” Bella’s eyes begin to water.
“Shhhh, baby. Everything is okay.” My heart clenches at the sight of her tearing up. I have no fucking clue why she’s about to cry and can only hope that I didn’t push her too fast. “Tell me why you’re upset.”
“It’s my fault. It’s all my fault.” Bella moans. What was a light sprinkle now becomes a torrential downpour of sobs. I can barely understand the words that are coming out of her mouth.
“What’s your fault?” I pull her into a tight embrace, stroking her hair from behind.
“Mom. She died because of me. We were arguing.” Bella pulls away from me and I let her, sensing she might need some space to get whatever this is off her chest. “If I hadn’t been yelling at her, she would have seen the other car. She would have been paying attention. She wouldn’t have died. She’s gone and it’s all my fault.”
“Bella, there’s no way you could have known what would happen. People argue all the time in cars and live to tell about it. Sometimes shit just happens. There’s no reasoning behind it. The only one at fault was the other driver who hit you. That’s who you need to be blaming, not yourself.”
“No. It’s my fault. I’m the reason she’s not here, raising the twins. I don’t deserve to ever feel what you just gave me. I have no right.” Bella stops pacing and glares at me.
“Is that what brought this on? Oh, god. Bella, you deserve the world. You are a beautiful, brilliant and kind young woman. You’ve practically devoted your life to the twins, only reserving a very small portion of your free time to yourself. If your mother were here, she would be so proud. You can’t live your life like this, thinking her death is your fault.”
“I can because it is. This is my atonement, my reparation. This is how I right my wrong.” Bella walks toward the door. “I deny myself this type of pleasure, this type of joy. This is too good. You’re too good.”
“Bella, wait…” I hurry toward her, grabbing onto her waist and preventing her from walking out.
“No. My job is to fill her shoes the best I can. Helping the boys in whatever way I can. I’m the perfect student, perfect sister, and perfect caregiver. The only thing I ever allow myself is a little release. I’ve ensured that it’s always been just that, a release. Nothing more. I don’t deserve anything more.” Bella turns her head, unable to look me in the eye. “This. What just happened here, was so much more than just a release. You see me. The real me. Broken and battered. What you just did… it made me whole. And I can’t let it happen again.”
“That’s where you’re wrong.” Lifting both arms above her head, I pin her against the door, grinding my hips into her. “I’m going to make it happen again and again until it gets through your pretty little head that you are worthy of acceptance, joy, and love. You think you need atonement, little girl? Let me be your salvation.” I lick up Bella’s neck, watching goosebumps rise in my wake. “I’ll give you your redemption—” I whisper into her ear, taking the lobe into my mouth and releasing it with a pop. “—one orgasm—” I hover my lips above hers. “—at a time.”
Bella releases a pained whimper before her lips attack mine. I can feel her hunger, her need, and I’m more than happy to satiate it. I grind my hardened length against her, letting her know just how much she affects me.
Bella presses herself against me as she slides down to her knees, her gunmetal eyes never leaving mine. Shaky hands reach for my belt and I stop them. “Baby, wait.” Bella’s brows furrow in confusion as I lift her back to standing. “While I would love nothing more than to have those juicy lips wrapped around my cock, I want to make sure you aren’t doing this out of some fucked up sense of obligation or guilt.”
Bella’s eyes sparkle as a slow smile overpowers her frown. “I want this. I want to show you…”
“What? What do you want to show me?” I waggle my brows and grin. “I know now isn’t the best time to be a perv, but what can I say? I’m a dirty old man at heart.”
Bella purses her lips and cocks a brow. “You’re a dirty old man, alright.”
I’m about to pull her back down when there’s a knock at the door. “Just a minute,” I shout as I right myself quickly.
Just missing my disheveled appearance, Ashley flings the door open and looks back and forth between Bella and me. “The tiny terrors are up. Thought I’d give y’all a heads up since I’m heading to the grocery store.”
“Thanks. I better go find them before they get themselves into trouble. Those two could find mischief even if it were hidden behind a leprechaun’s pot of gold.” Bella shakes her head as she walks out.
“Ashley, could you hold up a minute? I would like a word with you before you leave.”
“Sure.” Ashley steps into the room, closing the door behind her. “What’s on your mind, big bro? Well, other than fucking the teenage nanny.”
“Don’t look at me like that. You have no idea what you’re talking about.” Shooting her a death stare, I motion for her to sit.
“Oh, I don’t? So I didn’t just walk in on you two about to fuck? Come on, William. I’m not stupid.” Ashley rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “It’s your funeral when her father and uncle find out. You know that, right? You also know she could very well leave you once she finds out about our dear old dad.”
“Enough, Ashley. You don’t have to remind me of that every time you see me.”
“My apologies. I shouldn’t fault you, it’s probably genetic. Hawthorne men just can’t seem to keep their hands off of Moretti women.” Ashley scowls, the look of sheer disgust evident on her face.
“This is not the same and you know it. Our dad might have slept with her mom, but he was a married man with a family.” I run a hand over my face, realizing what I’ve just said.
“Ummm, wake up, big bro. You are a married man and last time I checked, you have a family. Not only is that an issue, you still have to worry about her family and how she will take the news when she finds out about our parents.”
“She won’t find out unless you tell her. Dad’s been dead for three years and Mom’s been missing for just as long.” I point a finger in her face. “So don’t you dare ruin this. I mean it.”
Ashley rises from her chair and walks toward the door. “Don’t worry. I’ll keep my mouth shut, but remember this—the truth always comes out in the end.”
The door slams and I’m left alone with my dark thoughts. Knowing Ashley will keep our family secret should bring me some sort of comfort, but instead, her words end up sounding more like an ominous prediction of doom, chilling me to my core.
