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“I—what do you mean?”

“Oh, I think you know.” His long finger tapped the desktop. “I’m waiting.”

What have you gotten yourself into, Gen?

CHAPTER 10

Rick

Actually seeing her lying there across my desk, waiting obediently for whatever I decided to do to her, stunned me for a moment. It wasn’t that I didn’t know what needed to be done, or that somehow I was afraid. It was that I had that sudden urge, that deep-seated determination to make sure that I gave her what she needed. Even as I doubted Geneva even knew what that was.

Which means you better be very fucking careful.

I made her stay that way for a minute, then another, just watching her, in silence, wondering how she’d react. The tension in the room rose with every second. It was killing me, waiting, holding myself back from falling upon her like a ravening wolf. I wanted her, more than perhaps I’d wanted anyone in a very long time. Still, the reality was that she was much too young for me. She was probably all wrong for me—and I for her.

But that wasn’t at all going to stop me from fucking her brains out.

It was much too late to stop that. But it wasn’t too late to do the right thing for this bewitching, too beautiful for words woman. Someday she’d find a young man, a good man, someone who still knew the difference between right and wrong. Someone who could give her a life that was something more than endless conflicted shades of gray. There was nothing ambiguous or nuanced about protecting a girl, providing for her, loving her the way she needed. That was a universal truth, and that didn’t change regardless of whether I was two months—or two decades—older than her.

Still, I knew full well that what I was about to do was a very bad idea indeed.

But that had never stopped me before.

Undoing the fly of my slacks, I pulled out my cock, stroking it as I looked upon her. I yanked up the scandalously tight skirt, leaving it bunched at the small of her back. It revealed the lacy thong, disappearing into the deep cleft of her bottom. “Take down your panties, girl. Do it slow. Make it good.”

Oh, how I loved watching her, the tremble of her fingers, the lace sliding down that impossibly pale skin. Her bare thighs quivered above the tops of her smoke-colored stockings. I couldn’t help but imagining what those alluring stockings would look like splashed with thick, viscous drops of my cum, marking them forever, printing my ownership upon those unmentionables just as I was about to on her naked body.

Taking my cock in hand once more, I looked her over. She was breathing hard, but amazingly she wasn’t moving, something I suspected was extremely difficult for her. I drew close enough to stroke the head of my cock over the alabaster globes of her bottom, leaving a glistening trail of my essence across her skin.

“You feel that, don’t you? What seeing you like this does to me? If you could only see how gorgeous you look right now.” I smacked the heavy weight of my shaft against her ass several times, delighting in the surprised yelp from Geneva’s lips. “Reach back and spread those cheeks apart for me. Show me what I’m about to take.”

I purposely didn’t let her know which of her holes I intended to fuck, but in my mind, it wasn’t really a question at all. I waited patiently as her hands reached back reluctantly, those delicate fingers taking hold of her buttocks, finally pulling them apart.

“Oh, my God,” she whispered, her voice trembling, the tone thick with embarrassment. “Please, I don’t know if I can…”

“I know you can take this, Geneva. You may be small back here—and I’m definitely big—but I’ll make sure it fits. I won’t lie to you though, this is probably going to hurt, at least the first few times.” I glided the head of my cock up and down through the slot of her presented sex, her flesh seething. I reveled in how sticky and wet her cunt already was for me. “But don’t worry, I won’t take your ass. Yet.”

As she pulled her bottom cheeks apart still further, she revealed all to me—and what an incredibly beautiful sight it was. Her cunt was swollen, her arousal a fragrant note on the air, the thick juices welling from between plump, close-seamed labia, the hint of the deep pink of her inner lips just peeking out of her slit. A thick tuft of brown-black pubic hair protruded below, rich with her scent, and I playfully tugged on it, making her gasp. I loved the feel of the coarse, curly locks as I rolled and twisted them between my fingertips.

I smacked her ass gently. “More than that.”

She complied, the tight, dark hole of her anus cringing even tighter as I ran the pad of my thumb over it, loving how soft and delicate the flesh was. “Someday though, I’ll force this hole too, and no matter how much you think you can’t take it, I’ll prove to you that that doesn’t matter. You’d be surprised how much cock little holes like yours can eventually learn to swallow up. I’ll teach yours, too.”

“I don’t know… if I can do this. I’ve only been with one… guy before.”

I chuckled at that, tapping her hood with the head of my cock. She had quite a prominent clit, and I was very glad to see it. I’d show her what it was capable of, too. “You can do this, Geneva. I promise you. But if you think it’s too much, if it hurts too badly, I want you to snap your fingers twice. If you do, I’ll stop, and we can talk things over. Do you think you can do that?”

“Yes… yes, I think so.”

I caressed the lovely curve of her bottom with my palm, luxuriating in the feel of her skin. It was so soft, so smooth. “Good. But I’m going to warn you. I’m not going to hold back on you, girl. I’m going to fuck this pussy very hard. It’s going to hurt, but it might feel good, too. Maybe in the end it will feel good because it hurts. Either way I’m not stopping until you’ve taken every inch of my cock, no matter how long it takes, no matter how much I have to stretch your tight little cunt out to do it. You’re taking all of me today. Do you understand me?”

“Oh, fuck…”

I slapped her ass, the generous flesh of her buttocks wobbling pleasingly, pink marks in the shape of my fingers imprinted upon her skin. “I expect an answer, Geneva. Do you understand me?”

“Yes. Yes, sir.”

I refused to wait a second longer, lining myself up with her pussy. I nudged the soft, very wet lips, the thick juices clinging to the sensitive tip of my head. For a moment, I just stood like that, one hand holding my shaft, the other stroking the small of her back, drinking in the sight of the gorgeous, petite woman prostrate before my hulking form, my cock almost menacing her, ready at any moment to drive inside her, staking my claim on her body, if not yet her mind. “It’s okay, girl. Just relax for me.”