Her Gentle Gangster by Carolyn Faulkner
Chapter Seven
Michael
My big handcaptures her wrists once more above her small frame. I kiss that saucy look right off her sweet face, grinding my body against all of that nearly bare flesh.
Her arms tense up under my hold; her body wriggles. “Be still, Cara.”
She whines, “I want to touch you.”
I whisper in her ear as my middle finger that’s still inside her teases and stretches in circles. “Not yet.”
From her ear, I blaze a trail of sloppy kisses down her neck, then soak the thin material of her bra as I take my sweet time to tease each breast on my way down.
“If I let go of your wrists, and you keep your hands to yourself, I’ll give you a very special dessert, sweetheart.”
She hums her consent. “Mmhmm. I’ll try.”
I kneel in front of this tiny goddess and take hold of the flimsy red string of her panties between my teeth, and I rip them to smithereens. I shove the lacy souvenir into the pocket of my pajama bottoms, then deliver more sloppy kisses up one leg and down the other.
I have only one more word left in my vocabulary. “Spread.”
With her arms clutched together behind her back, Cara widens her stance for me. She’s such a good girl. I kiss across the front of her pussy, and she bucks into me.
I look up and notice her eyes are closed; I refuse to make another move until she makes eye contact. Moaning, she wets her lips with her slick pink tongue. Her pussy presses against my face, begging for mercy.
“Eyes on me, baby girl.”
Her eyes fly open, and my sweet, innocent Cara is transformed. She’s a wanton hussy in this moment, and I could not love it more. With our eyes locked together, I strum her clit with my tongue. My little Cara’s eyes glaze over, and her lips flood with heat. I stroke her taut button two, three more times, and her body seizes. Her cunt clamps down around my fingers, and I tease her through her first orgasm with me.
I don’t stop touching or petting her. I don’t ever want to.
When I come back to standing, I push my two wet fingers into her mouth, watching the way Cara’s mouth grabs onto them, sucking and licking, a questioning look in her eye. She needs me to tell her she’s doing it right. “Good girl. Now share it with me.”
She moans against my mouth as I delve my tongue into hers. Her tight body still shivers through the aftershocks.
I fall to my knees once again and spread her thighs open some more, tossing one of her legs over my shoulder, then the other.
“Now. Now you hold on to me, sweetness.”
Cara lets out a small squeak of surprise when I pierce through her folds with my tongue, claiming what’s mine, then sighs. “Oh my god, Michael. Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod.”
She’s bucking against my face again, and I laugh wickedly, knowing that naughty little clit likes what I did to it the first time, and it wants more. Her hands get lost in my hair; the more I delve and explore her with my mouth, the more she tugs. I recall the memory from just this morning before I realized who she was. I’d wanted to die between these thighs, and I maintain this position. She could snap my neck, and I’d die happy.
My good girl’s thighs begin to shake, and I know she’s ready. I help her carefully slide her legs down as I come to standing.
“Now, you’re ready,” I whisper into her neck, encouraging her to grab onto my shoulders. I hike her soft thighs up high around my waist and rub the tip of my cock through her folds, coating myself in her juice.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good, sweetheart.”
She arcs against me, and I slip the tip in, getting her used to me. Once she adjusts, and I’m ready to sink in deeper, another rude visitor from the outside world bangs on my door.
I’m about to tell Mrs. Hurley to jump in a lake, but the voice that accompanies the knocking is not Mrs. Hurley.
“Cara? Are you going to help me clean up?”
Cara’s eyes fly open in fright, and she mouths silently. “Diana!”
I smile and kiss her deeply, then murmur in her ear, “I told you once you come inside, you can’t leave.”
“She might need my help,” she whispers.
“Fuck that,” I say. “Let her clean it up herself.”
Cara’s eyes flash at me, and she bites her lip wickedly. Then she calls through the door to her sister. “The bins are in the gar—ohmygod! Garage.”
Me being the filthy old man that I am, I press in an inch deeper while she explains through the door where to stow decorations.
Diana is annoyed. If only she knew what we’re up to on the other side of this door.
“Excuse me? Are you coming out to help me or not?”
I push in, and Cara bites her lip and whimpers, barely audibly. Her eyes squeeze shut, and I see a tear form in the corner of her eye. I kiss it away. “N-not!” she manages to shout.
“Excellent,” I growl quietly as I pull out and slide back in, all the way to the hilt. Her thighs squeeze my waist, her feet are clenched together at the ankles at the small of my back, commanding me to drive in deeper.
I hear Diana scoff and say, “Fine. Screw you then.” Her footsteps disappear, and I lunge forward, thrusting hard into my girl.
“Happily,” I say. “Think I’ll do just that.”
I can’t remember the last time I had skin-on-skin sex, and it’s fucking delicious.
“So tight I can barely take it. So tight, so fucking tight.”
For Cara’s part, her body crashes against me, looking for friction.
I reach down between us and let her clit have it while I bang her against the door, again and again. With every thrust, she lets go a little more. Opens up for me a little more. Grips me a little tighter.
Everything about what I’m feeling is too much. I know it’s wrong, and the wrongness makes me want Cara more.
Her ass is as soft under that sundress as I imagined and even more so. She’s so soft and willing and sweet as lemon meringue; I fear I might fuck her through the door. But her body and her gaze tell me differently.
The rolling of her hips matches the frenzy of my thrusts. She’s getting the hang of this shockingly fast. I palm her ass with one hand and anchor us both with the other arm against the door as I drive in, again and again, building a sensual rhythm.
I mouth her breasts, one then the other, throughout my fervent thrusts.
The release nearly knocks me off my feet, but she takes all of it, her pussy clamping down and taking in every inch of my cock and every drop of my cum.
The broken part of my brain wishes she wasn’t on birth control. The dark monster inside me wishes she was in my cave, she was my virgin bride, and we were here together, with nothing else to do but make babies.
My shoulders shudder with the last spurt into her welcoming heat.
I’m a monster for waiting until I took her virginity to tell her the truth about me. But I have to say it. She looks up at me with a fresh flush of red blazing across her face, a glint in her eye, and wantonly mussed hair.
Here goes nothing.