Page 6 of Taste Of You

“Ana!” she squeaks, but doesn’t deny it either. Her beautiful blue eyes lock on mine, and fuck me, even that shit causes my dick to throb. “It’s not like that. Well, not grandpa level...just a little bit older.”

“How much older?” Can’t stop the question from slipping past my lips. I need to know. “Tell me.”

“My big mouth,” she mutters under her breath before looking up at me from beneath her long lashes. Innocent doe eyes look at me—they beg for me to drop it. “Can we change the subject?”

“Not a chance.” Placing my hands on the countertop, I lean forward and stare deeply into her eyes. Jessica comes over then and drops Millie’s meal off while Ana slinks away. It’s just me and her. No other ears. No one meddling. “Answer me, Millie. How much older, sweetheart?”

Sweet girl keeps her eyes down on her plate. “I’d rather not.”

With the tip of my finger, I pull her face up toward mine. “Never be embarrassed around me. You can tell me anything. Anytime. I’ll never judge you.”

“Okay.” She closes her eyes and takes in a deep breath, only to let it out slowly. Very slowly. Seconds tick by, and just when I open my mouth to speak, those clear blues look up at me with determination. Resolve. “I’m attracted to men who know what they want and are settled. That don’t waste time, and live their life with no regrets because they understand that time on earth is never guaranteed. Responsible, yet boyish in ways that very few ever get to see, except those they love. Someone who doesn’t need me to hold their hand as they figure out which course to take. My plate is full enough. I can’t take care of—”

“Anyone but yourself,” I finished for her, fighting like hell to hide the way her answer—confession—affected me. Pushing the plate toward her, I silently ask her to eat. “I’m proud of you for thinking that way, you know? It tells me that you know your worth, and what you want. That no one will take advantage of you—pressure you into anything you aren’t ready for.”

Her eyes light up at my words, and her cheeks heat. I wish I could keep her in this perpetual state of blush. Innocent, with this tiny fringe of dirtiness around her edges.

Cause I see them. Her.

All of her, and the more around her I am, the more I want it. Everything.

Picking up a fry, she pops it in her mouth, chews, and then swallows. “Thank you.”

“None needed. Eat up—you got fifteen before you start.” With that, I turn and walk toward my office. My second bartender is up front now, and she can handle it alone until Ben gets back. Moreover, if she couldn’t, tough shit.

I’m painfully hard and need to come.

Without care, I push my office door open and then kick it closed. Don’t care about the way it bangs against the wall or the gunshot-like boom that follows its closure. No. I don’t care.

About anything except getting off, and quickly.

My belt is undone and pants below my knees before I reach the edge of my desk. I’m fisting myself, holding tight before I can sit down and close my eyes. Her words go round and round in my head.

My Millie wants someone older and responsible. Someone who knows what the fuck he wants.

Fuck, I can be him. I am him.

This realization causes the head of my cock to leak; two thick drops of pre-come that roll down the engorged head, and I use it as lubrication. Two pumps, and my balls draw up tight. Jesus, she owns me.

With a hand on the nearest chair, I brace myself and close my eyes. Imagine her in here with me. Naked and on her knees. Her hand is below my own as I fuck myself with her name on my tongue. A mantra. She is my mantra.

“Motherfuck, Millie,” I growl, a low hiss I spit out as my thumb swipes across the slit. “Need more. Put your mouth on me. Let me fuck those pouty lips.”

“Yes.” She’s cupping herself while jerking me with the other hand. Just holding herself, while those thick hips give a subtle shift. It’s minute, but enough that her scent fills the room and my nose flares.

I take her into my lungs. Can almost taste her sweetness. “Finger yourself. Let me see you enter that tight little hole with two fingers.” A command, not a request. My little girl needs to follow instructions. Serve my every depraved need.

“I can’t,” she wails, and her hand on my cock trembles.

“You can, doll. Show me, Millie.” Tighter, I grip myself and pump my hips in a harsh rhythm. This fantasy is everything I hunger for. Yearn to make a reality. “Give me what I want. Need to see you come.”

“I’ve never,” she says, and I bite down hard on my lip, catching the animalistic growl that fights its way up my chest. “Teach me, Jet. Show me how to please you in every way.”

That’s it. I am done before those words pass her succulent lips.

“Baby, fuck.” Arching my back, I hold still and tighten my hold a bit more, almost to the point of pain as I imagine her virgin cunt choking me. “So good.” My need overtakes everything, and I come. The first thick rope of come lands on my desk, and the next two dribble down its side. It’s a mess, and with the visual proof of my depravity comes the guilt.

At once, I release myself and the last bit of my explosion lands on my lower abs. I’m still at half mast, not completely satisfied, and curse my need once more.

The knowledge I hold.

I know she’s a virgin, heard her telling Ana as much one night some guy asked her out and she said no. Ana’s pushing for answers caught my attention, and I hid behind a wall, standing off to the side listening to her confession.

She’s innocent, and I want to own it. Corrupt her.

I’m also very aware that I’m fighting a losing battle. Know this, a part of me hates it, but I’ll fight to keep her pure. And if jerking off every single day, multiple times a day, keeps her safe...so be it.

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