Tainted Black - Williams Shanora (читать полностью книгу без регистрации .txt) 📗

Her eyes sealed tight as I circled her clit in slow, torturous circles. “Oh, God. Theo… you have to… stop.” Her voice broke each time my finger sank deep, returning to normal when it was shallow. “I’m going to cum if you keep doing that.”

I leaned forward, whispering in her ear. “That’s the plan, baby. I want you to cum. No one’s around. No one will hear you. Just think of me. Just feel me. You don’t have to rush it. Trust me, I can do this all fucking night.”

I suppose it was the sound of my voice, how it hummed in her ear, shooting straight to her core. Or maybe I’d just hit the trigger spot. Whatever it was, it came quickly. Her fingernails sank into the flesh on my arm, her mouth parting as she moaned. She hung onto me as if her life depended on it, and I studied every reaction—the flutter of her eyes, the whimper that caught in the middle her throat—my cock throbbing as her other hand now gripped my crotch.

“So fucking beautiful, Chloe,” I murmured as her body finally settled. I tipped her chin, my mouth coming down on hers, our tongues colliding. She clung to me, her body unbalanced from the aftermath. “You know that?” She blushed, but she didn’t look away. She stared back into my eyes, bashful. Gorgeous. “So, so beautiful.”

Her grin was contagious. I picked her up in my arms, placing her back on the soft sand and centering my lower between her legs. As badly as I wanted to take her, and as much as she wanted me to dive deep and fuck her on that beach, I didn’t.

I was eager, but I could wait. I needed to wait because I had big plans for the next evening. I had so much to teach my Little Knight. My young queen. There were things she needed to experience, and I wanted to be the one she shared all those things with.

Now that I had her back, I wasn’t letting go. Not until this summer was over. And even when it was over, I was sure I’d still think of her, hoping we could do the same thing the following summer.

So, on Palm Beach, I only kissed her ‘til the sun sank. I grinded my hard cock between her legs and fingered her mercilessly until her body wracked beneath me, shuddering, shaking, quaking. Trust me, it was hard keeping myself in check, but the bigger picture would happen tomorrow.

On my boat. Just the two of us. No one to watch.  No one to hear. No one to interrupt. Just the mere thought of that was more than enough to run with.

This girl was mine. Her pussy? Mine. Her entire body—all for me to explore, indulge, and be greedy with. Everything about her was going to be mine, and I would have been damned if I allowed anything to take her away.

Fourteen

It’d been a while since I woke up happy.

You know, the feeling you get when your heart beats madly. A stream of morning sunlight beams down on you and you can’t help but feel wonderful because sunlight means brightness and happiness, and everyone in this world could use a dose. I wasn’t just content, moving forward with my life and taking it one minute at a time. There was depth in my exhilaration.

There was a smile on my face, light in my eyes as I looked into the mirror in my bathroom. With my towel draped around me, I watched as water spilled down my chest from the tips of my wet hair. I had no clue why I had even washed it. It was going to be messed up by tonight. I suppose that didn’t matter. I wanted to look great for Theo. Fan-fucking-tastic.

So, after blow-drying and flat-ironing my messy mane, I hurried out of the bathroom, taking out one of my favorite bathing suits. It was a red one-piece with one shoulder strap, the waist and the back of it cut out in the shape of an oval. Yeah, I admit it showed a lot of skin, but it was perfect for this evening.

I checked the time on my alarm clock in the corner. 12:14. I had an hour and a half to finish getting ready. Just as I reached for my cover-up dress, Margie knocked on the door, calling my name.

“Come in!” I called, sliding the dress over my bathing suit. Margie was inside before I could tug the entire thing down. When she spotted the flash of red, a slight frown etched her face.

“You’re leaving already?” she asked.

“Yeah. I have plans with…” I paused. I didn’t want to tell her who I was spending my day with. Her eyes were inquisitive, no judgment present. “Theo wants to show me his boat.”

“Oh, I see.” I expected her to say something about it, but she didn’t. “Well, I wanted to tell you that your father and I most likely won’t be home until later tonight. He has an appointment at four, and after that I have to go meet my son for his band concert at eight.”

I gasped. “What?! Margie, you didn’t tell me you had a son!”

Her cheeks turned a soft shade of red. She shrugged in a bashful, adorable way. “I was afraid that if I brought him up, he would be all I talked about. I didn’t want to ruin your summer with stories about him.”

“Yeah right! That’s amazing. How old is he?”

“Only a few years older than you. Twenty-nine.” She beamed, clearly proud.

“Wow. That’s really great. I bet you’re an amazing mother.”

She laughed, her cheeks still rosy. “I did my best to raise him. He’s a very good boy.”

“I bet.”

I dropped my gaze. Speaking of moms made me a feel a little ill. I had no clue where my mother was. It was like, after I went off to college, I no longer mattered to her. I guess she figured I’d be okay without her, which happens to be true, but the least she could do was check in, email me during her travels at least.

“Well, have fun on your boat trip.” Margie’s voice cut through my thoughts. “I hope you and Theo have a blast. You deserve it after the hell your father put us through this week.”

“Yeah.” I blew a breath, tucking my hair behind my ear. “Dad can be a little wild.”

Her face was gentle as she stepped back, giving my room a look around before grabbing the door handle. “Just be careful, mi amor,” she said softly. “Have fun, but be careful.” Margie was out of the room before I could even blink.

When she was long gone, I turned and faced the full-length mirror hanging on my closet door. My expression hinted of confusion. Margie had experienced this before. She probably knew exactly how I felt—ecstatic, ready to see a man of another generation and spend my day with him.

She most likely knew how it felt to wake up happy and feel like all worries were gone. I bet she never wanted it to end, the same feeling I carried with the mere thought of Theo.

Sighing, I walked to my closet and pulled out a small tote bag. After putting a few necessities inside, I went back to my bathroom and applied a light coat of makeup to my face. Then, I examined my reflection, pleased with the finished product. It wasn’t too much, but it certainly wasn’t basic.

I smiled.

I went back to my tote bag, strapped it over my shoulder, and hurried downstairs. Fortunately, Margie was in my dad’s bedroom, helping him get dressed. I spent nearly thirty minutes in the kitchen, pacing back and forth, waiting for time to pass me by.

When it came to him, I was very impatient.

I waltzed to the living room, peeking through the blinds, spotting Theo’s Harley parked in the driveway next to the Charger. I hadn’t seen his bike out in a while. I didn’t hear it come or leave from Primrose.

Flicking my wrist, I checked my watch once more. I still had fifteen minutes to go before going to his place at the time we had planned. Walking into the kitchen, I placed my bag on the countertop and opened it, giving it one last check.

Snacks? Check.

Cell phone? Check.

Sunscreen and tanning oil? Check.

I headed for the living room again, walking in small circles beneath the twirling ceiling fan.