Page 4 of The Seductress

I’d opened the door to my condo and saw her standing there, looking uncertain, which I brushed aside. There’s been some kind of mix-up, or so I thought, until she’d come clean after the fact and fessed up to her scheme.

She’d timed it perfectly. Using the weather to carry out her plot to get me alone. I’d thought her aunt had given her wrong information that had led her to my condo in the city on a night when Jen was not expected. By the time I’d thought to send her on her way, it was too late. Memphis was in the midst of one of its many flash storms that blew up unexpectedly.

That night when she startedusing her wiles on me, subtly of course, I knew that the race was over. For the past week since we’d met, especially the four days she’d spent in my home with her family, we’d been circling each other like cats in heat. When she wasn’t taking peeks at me, I was ogling her out of sight of the others.

She had a certain way about her that defied even the best intentions, and once I was sure she wanted me too, it became damn near impossible to resist, though I’d tried. I’d had a hard time coming to a decision that would work for everyone, had even planned to keep my hands off of her until everything was settled, but then she showed up that night and all my good intentions were shot.

I hadn’t even noticed what shewas wearing at first, having grown used to seeing her in shorter and shorter skirts or dresses when we met. I should’ve known then that she knew exactly what she was doing. When her aunt was around, she was always more demurely dressed, in tees and jeans or slacks. But whenever she was on the hunt, the skin came out.

That night under her coat, she’d worn a little halter-top dress that barely covered her knees and heeled boots that defied gravity. Her hair had been wild and free around her shoulders just the way I liked, even though I’d never shared that with her. I could remember the gloss of her lips as she stood in the hallway waiting to be let in.

Her scent when she brushed past me had hit me in the gut and I’d feltmy resolve weaken. I’d offered her a hot drink and tried to put some distance between us, but she’d broken me down at every turn. Nothing too overt at first, she’d saved that for later. But the shy glances and almost innocent touches against my arm as she moved around the room were like red flags to a bull.

Chapter 4

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My dick had stayed hard for the hour or so we exchanged small talk before I made my escape. And by the time I’d made it to my bed, the memory of her crossed legs and hungry eyes had done the trick. Come to think of it, I hadn’t fought all that hard coming onto the end. It seemed like I’d wanted her for weeks, instead of days, when I made my way down the hall to the spare bedroom.

“I knew you’d come.” I wondered how since our conversation hadn’t come close to intimating thattonight was the night I would fuck her. But it was too late for questions now. I was there, and there was no question what I had come for. I had a weak moment of indecision when I told myself to pretend I’d just been checking to make sure she was comfortable and then turning back for my room, but the way she spread herself on that bed, beckoning me without words, was too much temptation to resist.

I dropped the robe and all pretense as I went to her in the faded moonlight as the wind knocked against the windows. Never taking my eyes from her, I spread her legs open under the borrowed tee-shirt she wore and got my first look at the pussy that would come to own me with just one taste.

She was wet and dewy, as if the thought of me, of what we were going to do together had made her body ready for me. I remember the look of fear that entered her eyes when she got her first glance at my cock, hard, stiff and at the ready. “It’s too late for that now.” I opened her legs over my shoulders and dove into her pussy headfirst.

Sweet ambrosia. In all my years of eating pussy, none had ever made me sigh with pleasure. Her taste was unlike anything I’d ever had before and my hunger only grew. When her small hands came down to my head holding me in place I brought her closer to my mouth and feasted.

I tongue fucked her so hard, so deep I felt the thin membrane of flesh that heralded her innocence andreared back in shock. “No way.” Something I didn’t even know was in me unfurled then. Some primal lust that had been well hidden came to the forefront and I felt like the first man must’ve felt when he got his first taste of the sweet haven between his woman’s thighs.

An unearthly growl left my chest and resounded in the room. “ Mine!” that was the only word heard as I left off eating her and brought the broad head of my weeping cock to her opening. Her eyes followed my every move now and I could see the hesitation, the wonder of how we were going to fit. The first brush of her tight as fuck pussy lips around my cock was almost my undoing, but I knew I couldn’t let it end there. I had the need to bury myself as deep and as far up inside her as was humanlypossible.

Her hand came against my chest, her pitiful effort to hold me off as I pushed the first few inches into her, but I wasn’t about to stop. Because of the feelings she’d newly awakened in me, I leaned over and took her mouth for the first time in the hope that it would take her mind off of what my cock was about to do to her virgin pussy.

It worked, at least for a while, and I spent some time calming her with my kiss while easing the first few inches of my cock in and out of her to make room. It was a tight fucking fit from beginning to end, but I knew there was no way I was going to stop until I had all of me inside her sweet hot cunt.

“Oh!” Her sigh of surprise mixed with the look on her face gave me a second to catch my breath after my cock had found its way past her tight walls. It probably saved her little pussy from a pounding too. “Tight, fuck!” my head spun with sensation as I tried to grasp just what the fuck it was I was feeling. I knew before the fourth or fifth stroke into her supple body that there was no turning back. No way I was ever giving that shit up.

It was no longer a matter of me fucking her, the eighteen-year old niece of the woman I’d been semi-dating. What happened in that bed that night was a claiming-pure and simple. With my fingers pressed against the swollen nub of her clit, I gave my cock free rein and planted my seed deep.

I didn’t stay inside her too long that first time. I had enough sense to know that as tight as she was it would cause her pain. So I pulled out of her, checked the damage, cleaned her up with a wet cloth, then climbed back into bed and pulled her over my mouth so I could ease the sting with my tongue.

That night was the beginning of ‘us’, something so foreign to me that I was still getting my bearings. We’d been sneaking around for a week, while I made plans for what had to be done to secure our future together. I would’ve faced anything that came my way just to keep her. Would’ve taken the brunt of the shame of my actions. The business community is a small one, it was only a matter of time before shit came to light, but I was willing to weather the storm no matterwhat. Now I won’t have to, because the injured party was guilty as fuck of something much worse.

“What do you want to eat sweetheart?” While I’d been reliving our first night in my head, she’d been getting herself together the best she could with what was left of the skimpy bit of nothing she’d been wearing under the light coat.

Sometimes, like now, I find myself just gazing at her in wonder. It sometimes seemed so farfetched that she was now mine. Did she know what she’d saved me from? She knew some of it. She was the one who’d planted the seed after all. But I don’t think she had any idea how deep her aunt’s treachery ran. I didn’t want to think of her now. I’d wasted more than enough of my time doing that.

“I don’t care, you choose.” She wrapped her coat around her and sat down in my chair looking up at me with a mixture of innocence and lust. There was also a tinge of worry in her glance and I rushed to wipe it away. “What’s on your mind sweetheart? You look worried.” It was still so foreign to care this much for someone else’s feelings. How the fuck had I planned to marry Jen when she never evoked even a fraction of this from me?

She worried her lip and looked down at her lap. “I think I’m a little wary now that the time is drawing near. I don’t want you alone with her…” She’d had the same argument ever since we’d had our little talk. She’d been so brave that night after I’d taken her that first time.

After I’d eased the pain between her legs and settled her in bed next to me, she’d finally told me what was in her heart. To say I was shocked at the shit she had to say was an understatement. Had I not come to know her so well in the short time since we’d met I would’ve brushed it off as mere jealousy on her part.

I hadn’t told her of the plans I’d been making in my head where she and I were concerned. For all she knew I was using her for sex. What that would make me in her eyes, who knows? But when she’d started talking, I’d sat up and taken notice.

I’d never stopped to ask why she’d made it so obvious that she wanted me knowing that I was seeing her aunt, but after coming to know her, learning the type of person shewas, I knew that she would’ve never made a move if things weren’t as fucked up as they were. It made sense after hearing what she had to say about her aunt and I knew without question that it was true.

Now I sought to reassure her again. “I told you, you have nothing to worry about.” I ran my fingers down her soft cheek and lifted her chin so I could see into her eyes. Behind the usual fire was sadness and, jealousy. “Hey come here.” I lifted her from the chair and took her place so that I could sit her on my lap.

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