Page 17 of Ringo

I kissed her softly, trying to bring her down carefully before driving her back up again. If I had my way, once she’d rested, Calista would be like this for days. I wanted to explore every single fantasy she had and help her make some more. I wanted to be the man to show her the joys of sex, and I wanted her to always associate sex and pleasure with me. No one else. Not even as a passing memory she hadn’t thought about in years. I wanted her to know her needs and desires were important and valid and never wrong or dirty.

“That’s it, baby girl. That’s it. You came so beautifully for me, didn’t you?”

“Ringo.” Her voice was a whisper of wonder. Her eyes wide. Sweat coated her skin in a shimmery sheen in the morning light filtering through the window.

I smiled down at her. “You back with me?”

She smiled a slow, lazy smile. A woman well-satisfied. “I never left you. It was all you.”

“No, honey. It was all you. Much as I’d love to take the credit for it, you’re the most naturally sensual creature I’ve ever seen.”

“I’ve never felt anything like that. I thought things like that were only in books.”

“Oh, it’s real. And I’m gonna help you explore every single one of them.”

“Yes.” She nodded her head eagerly. “More!”

I laughed, hugging her close. “Soon, baby girl. You need some sleep and so do I. We’ve both been up all night, but I’m bettin’ you didn’t exactly sleep in yesterday. Did you?”

“No.” She shivered and shook her head. “My stepfather liked to keep a schedule. So, no matter what, everyone had to be up at six in the morning, every morning.”

I’ve never wanted to kill anyone more in my life. And, God knew, I’d killed more than my share. As enforcer of the club, that was one of my jobs. If someone needed killing. This guy, Borris Illivitch, not only needed to die, he needed to fucking die.

“Well, good thing you don’t have to do what he says now, ain’t it?”

She smiled up at me. “No. I don’t, do I?”

“Nope. In fact, I’m gonna have to insist that you do exactly whatever the fuck you wanna do from now on.”

The second I said it, I knew it was the exact wrong thing to say if I wanted her to get some rest. Calista got a wicked gleam in her eye, and I knew I was fucked.

“Oh, really.” She pushed me over to my back, throwing her leg over my hips to straddle me. She braced her hands on my chest while she shimmied her hips over my jeans-covered dick. “Well, I want to do this.”

“I’m so fucked,” I muttered, gritting my teeth even as I gripped her hips, helping her move. She paused in her movements. I could tell she really wanted to ride me, to take control of her own pleasure but was unsure how to go about doing it. She wasn’t a teenager, but, if Illivitch had wanted to preserve her virginity to get a good price for her, then it was entirely possible he’d made it so she couldn’t pleasure herself. Maybe she’d just never felt the need before. Whatever the reason, I knew in my heart, everything I’d done with Calista to this point had been her first. She might not be innocent in mind, but her body was dealing with things she’d never felt before and it was overwhelming her. Overwhelming could be a good thing, if she surrendered to it and just let me have her. If she fought it, those feelings might scare her. Until she got used to them. I intended to help her get used to them. I intended to help her a lot.

She rocked over me, her body shuddering occasionally when the sensations grew too intense. She didn’t back down, though. Right before my eyes, I watched this brave beauty embrace her pleasure, boldly seeking it out even though she was unsure of herself.

She still had on her T-shirt, but I wanted her naked. I wanted to ride her hard, make her scream my name as she came. I was trying with everything I had to be the good guy here, but she was deliberately chiseling away my control. Her first time should be soft words and delicate touches, but I wasn’t sure I could manage that just now.

“Ringo? Please help me.” Her plea was soft and needy even as her body was aggressive atop me. Her hips snapped over and over as she rubbed over me. I knew what she needed. But I wasn’t making that move. If she did it herself, I wouldn’t stop her, but I absolutely would not push this girl any further than she was willing to push herself.

“Take what you need or tell me what you want.”

“I want…” She shuddered again, as if the very thought of voicing her needs turned her on. “I want you to fuck me.”

“This mornin’s about your pleasure, baby girl. You want me inside you, you’re gonna have to do it yourself. Ain’t takin’ advantage of you like this.”

She narrowed her gaze at me. “Take advantage of me like… what?”

“You’re scared. There’s a threat hanging over you. You just met your dad, who I’m guessing you only half expected to welcome you. I’m guessin’ you’re feelin’ pretty vulnerable and overwhelmed.”

She shrugged. “Maybe. What’s that got to do with anything?”

“I don’t want you doin’ something you might regret later. Ain’t too proud to admit I wouldn’t stop you if you wanted to put my dick inside you, but I ain’t gonna be the one to put it there.”

“You think I won’t?” Calista was angry. And just like that, every ounce of blood in my body went straight to my cock. “Because I will totally pull out your dick, hawk tuah that thang, and take my virginity with it.”

There was a beat of silence while I processed what she’d just said. “Hawk tuah?” I chuckled. “I thought you were some sheltered little thing. How the fuck do you know what that means?”

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