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Ronny

My phone isin my hand and I still can’t believe I sent that picture. My sheets are all around me and there was nothing in the picture that was more than suggestive. But I feel like a… well, I feel like a bad girl. Wicked.

Wet.

I don’t know what V’s doing and I probably should be wondering. He was up to something in Dad’s office and it probably wasn’t anything good. But I don’t want to think of Dad right now. Not when I can imagine what V might do to me.

The way he touched me earlier set my body on fire. I’m still wet from it, even if he gave me that little taste of relief. But when it comes to him I want more than a taste. I want the whole meal.

I’m naked and before I realize what I’m doing my fingers delve down into my wet folds to stroke where V touched me earlier. We’re they only two people who’ve ever touched me there and it’s a revelation to remember what his rough fingers felt like on me.

My whole body is hot with the memory of it. But I want more.

What will it feel like when he’s inside me?

It’s a when. As soon as I walked into Dad’s office it became a when. I don’t know how long I can keep V, but I’m sure I have him for tonight. I don’t know if I’m brave enough to demand more.

The door opens as my fingers delve into my cunt, but I don’t stop. I know there’s only one person in this house who would dare to enter without first knocking. He’s cloaked in shadow. The only light from the room is coming from the moonlight streaming through the window. And V has to take a step forward before I can see that it’s really him.

It’s like a dream. The kind of dream I’ve been having for years but never told anyone about. I’ve wanted V to take me, to mark me as his and never let me go.

It’s not the kind of thing I’m supposed to want. But he’s so strong, so powerful, so seductive that there’s never been room for another desire in my head.

He doesn’t speak as he slides out of his shoes and then strips off his shirt, still coated in moonlight as he calmly lays the shirt on the back of my chair. The room is huge. He’s several feet away. And I can still see the way his chest hair gleams against his skin. I want to run my fingers through it.

He’s all man.

He’s all mine.

I shiver.

“That was a hell of a picture, baby.” I can’t decide if it’s a compliment or a taunt. Maybe that should scare me, that I can’t read him like a book. But it keeps me on my toes.

“I can always take more,” I promise. It’s never been something I wanted to do, but the idea that V could look at me anytime he wants, that he wanted to look at me like that made me feel powerful in a way I barely understood.

He groaned and flicked open the button of his pants.

I needed to see this.

I got to my knees and let the sheets fall away. V froze and stared at me, taking in my naked form. For a second I froze right back, realizing that this was real, that he could see me. I wanted to cover myself up. I wanted to turn the lights on so he could get a better look. I wanted too much to handle.

I just wanted him.

V pushed his pants down and my eyes were drawn to his cock. I swallowed. I’d felt it against me when we’d been in Dad’s office, but I hadn’t quite realized how big it was. It stood proud in a dark thatch of hair and a bit of liquid leaked from the top.

“Will it fit?” I know the words give my inexperience away, but I’m so much smaller than him that I have to ask. I want this so bad my body is crying out for his, but a girl has her limits.

V groans and steps closer until he’s at the edge of the bed and cupping my cheek. His eyes meet mine and there’s nothing but desire there. He wants me. It’s a heady thing. “Who have you been with, baby?” it’s a gruff demand.

“No one.” I swallow at the admission. “I’ve been waiting for you.” Telling him that gives him more power than he should have, but I can’t keep anything back from V. Not when I’ve been waiting for my entire life for him to claim me.

“No one else,” he declares before crushing his lips against mine.

I want to ask him what he means by that, but there’s nothing to it but the kiss. I surrender to it and fall back onto the bed as V claims my mouth. He’s about to claim my body and I’ll never be the same.