She's (Still) Too Young (She’s Too Young #2) (2 page)

As soon as the invisible grip loosens around my neck, I manage to smile and offer her my hand. “I can’t say no to you.”

Our fingers lock together, and I lead her to the dance floor, her relief that I’m maintaining my good humor palpable. There are a few girls left dancing, but a slower song begins to play when Veda slides into my arms, locking her wrists behind my neck, and the floor is vacant in seconds, apart from us. Over Veda’s shoulder, I give the nearest security guard a nod and he strides off, correctly interpreting my command.
Get everyone the hell out.

There’s a very good reason I’m calling the celebration to a halt, and she’s got her head tossed back, blonde hair hanging down to her waist, gazing up at me with bedroom eyes, right there for everyone to see. My cock loves it. Loves the way her tits are pressing against my upper abdomen, plumping over the pink silk, her cunt rubbing on my thigh with each sway of our bodies. This is not how a man dances with his ward—it’s foreplay—and I’ll never be able to control myself, even in front of an audience. So the guests have to go.

“Are you enjoying your party?”

“Yes. I love it.
Thank
you.” The chemistry between us sizzles and pops as she drags her curves up my body by going up on her toes, her lips pressing a kiss to the bottom of my chin. Behind her, I watch the departing guests elbow one another as they get an eyeful of us dancing, my hands inching lower and lower toward the ass I’ve been dying to hold since the damn party started. “I’m glad we didn’t go with the circus theme. It could have gotten messy with all those animals,” Veda murmurs. “I probably would have fed that touchy-feely mother to a lion by now.”

My touch drops the final remaining inches, snagging an ass cheek in my right hand, and fuck, I can’t help but give the taut flesh a rough squeeze. She could sell tickets for a single grab and probably make a fortune. “She told me if I ever need advice dealing with young girls, I could ask her for advice.” Veda stiffens, but relaxes slowly when I pet her bottom and hum against her ear. “I told her I only have one young girl to worry about. And I keep her happy by licking her sweet, warm pussy before I leave for work in the morning.”

Veda half gasps, half laughs. “You did
not
say that to her.”

“I might have, if you’d given me a chance.” Security has just about finished ushering out the guests, but the handful of stragglers are staring so hard as they head for the exit, their eyes are going to pop out of their heads. One of the fathers is massaging his dick through his pants, and if I wasn’t determined to give Veda the best birthday of her life, I might have tossed him over the side of the roof. “Come on, let’s take a walk through the garden.” Keeping her back to the departing audience, I guide her into the small maze of trees that hide us from prying eyes. “It’s time to celebrate properly.”

A
s soon as
we’re swallowed up by the garden, unable to be seen by security, retreating guests or surrounding buildings, I take the hem of Veda’s dress and slip it off over her head, leaving her clad in nothing but a white thong, a matching strapless bra and sparkling high heels. She wastes no time unhooking the bra in front and dropping it to the ground. It’s not about seduction, though. No, she’s trying to get me inside her as fast as possible because my girl is impatient, and by making her orgasms my life, I’ve turned her into a certified fuck junkie.

Two afternoons prior, I had to leave the office to meet Veda on her school lunch break because she’d called me begging, her voice throaty with need. She rode my dick so hard and fast in the back seat of my limousine, plaid skirt in a tangle around her waist, I almost lost my seed before she hit her peak.

However, thinking of how wide she’d spread her thighs isn’t the best idea when I’m intent on giving her long and satisfying instead of rough, fast and sweaty. Taking a seat on one of the hanging two-seater swings, I crook a finger at Veda, satisfied when she doesn’t hesitate to put herself within reaching distance.

I take her wrist and turn her sideways, allowing my gaze to stroke over her backside, before I yank her forward, draping her face down over my lap.

“Ramsey,” she gasps, excitement threading through her tone. “What are you doing?”

My index finger hooks into the back of her thong, and I slowly, slowly drag it down her ass, leaving the work of art completely bare. “Didn’t your father ever give you a birthday spanking?” I tuck my middle finger between her cheeks, testing that little pucker I’ve yet to conquer. Soon. “One slap for each year.”

“No, he never did.”

Satisfaction hums in my blood. “Must not have trusted himself.”

The first smack of my hand is light, right against the underside of her right cheek, sending the flesh into a tight wobble. Christ, the low, cracking sound mingles with her soft moan to undo me. Her tits are resting on the swell of my hard-on so I know she feels how much I’m enjoying punishing her. I slap her twice more,
crackcrack
, landing one blow on each side, and she jerks on my lap.

“Pretty little birthday girl. All dressed up for her party.”
Slap
. “What a spoiled princess you are, Veda. Wrapping me around your pinkie finger and getting anything you want.” I try to keep track of how many times I’ve spanked her, but it’s damn difficult when she starts to tilt her hips back as if she’s asking for it. Loving it. And after I’ve given her another six glancing blows, I can’t stop myself from pushing a finger into the wet home between her thighs. “Ahhh, God. You know this pussy gets you anything you want, don’t you, angel? It’s so very tight for Ramsey, so Ramsey spends his money. I
love
doing it, too.”

“Feels so good. Oh, it feels so
good
.” Her legs move restlessly as they dangle over the side of my lap. “
More
.”

“More of this?” I deliver another five sharp connections of my palm, bringing the total to fifteen. “Mmm. Fifteen. What would I have done if I’d met you at fifteen?”

She moans, clinging to my leg. “I-I don’t know.”

“Yes, you do. You know damn well.”
Smack.
A hard one. “Sixteen? Forget about it. I would have been taking you to driving lessons.”

“
Ramsey
,” she sobs, and I find out why when I finger her again. The gorgeous girl has a sopping wet cunt, courtesy of her spanking.
Goddamn
. Every time we fuck, the landscape changes a little more. I encounter a little more of Veda’s darkness, and it’s always a perfect counterpoint to my own. Here’s hoping we never find the point where the balance is off. I have a suspicion we won’t. “P-please finish so I can have you inside me. I’m so…hot.”

“The spoiled birthday girl wants her cock, does she?” I give her the final two hard cuffs of my hand—
eighteen
—before winding my fingers into her hair and tightening them until she whimpers. “Open your present then, Veda. Unzip my pants and take it out.”

“
Yes.
” She heaves the affirmation, sliding back on my lap just enough to give herself access, her nimble fingers working double time to free my trapped erection. When it finally springs free, a groan is wrenched from the pit of my stomach. I swear to God, it’s been trapped there since she walked out of the closet in a dress that, for all intents and purposes, could have been a short nightgown. Then paraded around in it all night in front of everyone. Men.

That memory has me strengthening my grip in her hair when she tries to take my cock in her mouth, keeping her hovering right there over the tip, that pink tongue resting on her lower lip. “Ask one of the fathers to dance, angel? Is that what you were going to do?”

“No,” she whispers. “I wouldn’t have.”

I have to give Veda her due. When she really wants something—the way she wants to suck me off right now—she can be very convincing. But we both know she’s lying and she would go to any extreme to remind me the jealousy flows in both directions. It’s the kind of volatile behavior that comes with being in love with a young girl, and that wild streak inside her is my curse, as well as my blessing. “Get up on my lap,” I rasp. “You’re not taking it down your throat on your birthday.”

“I want it,” she whines, trying to pull her hair out of my possession.

When I release her hair to snag her around the waist, she gets one long, cheek-hollowing pull of my dick that causes my hips to thrust crudely. The agony of stopping so soon is like being pounded in the middle by a sledgehammer, but I manage to get her sitting on my lap, facing away. She takes my hard cock and guides it into her tight entrance without my having to prompt her and I almost issue a marriage proposal right then and there. I’m barely coping with the way she’s contracting around my dripping tip, but when she wiggles her way down, my teeth draw blood as I attempt to stop myself from spurting off. “
Fuck
.” I throw my arms back along the length of the swing, grabbing on to the chains that suspend it from the tree. “Every day is
my
birthday, isn’t it? Such a tight, slick cunt, always begging to be stretched out, even when it hurts. Slide it up and down, angel. Take me right down to the balls, or I’ll stuff you full of the inches you missed.”

She writhes on my lap and braces herself on my knees, blonde hair tumbling down her back when she throws her head back. “I-I can’t…my feet don’t reach the floor.” A sound of frustration leaves her as she tries to get leverage, snapping her hips back, but can’t find enough purchase to ride me rough. “Ramsey…”

A growl issues from the base of my throat at the sight of her dangling feet, tipped with neon yellow nail polish. I don’t care if it makes me sick, her petite, young body struggling to satisfy my dick makes me so hot, I nearly implode. Climaxing just from watching her frustrated attempts to fuck me deep is a definite possibility, but the need to give her pleasure wins out. It always,
always
will. So I urge her back against my chest and hook both hands beneath her knees, my head falling back on a moan when my final two inches sink inside the sweetest heat you can imagine.

I hold her knees wide and she throws her arms back, linking them behind my neck as she starts to roll her incredible body against mine, the smooth mounds of her ass sliding up and down my abdomen, causing my shirt to ride up until we’re skin on skin. Jesus.
Jesus.
She moves like her hips are detached from the rest of her body, humping up and back like she’s working for tips.

“The way you move…you’re going to fucking
kill
me, Veda.” Sweat drips from my forehead onto her shoulder, moisture that started building as soon as we started dancing because I knew what was coming. “I thought it was hot when you had no experience, but you make me need to come even faster as a sinner, don’t you? And you learned how to move like that right here on my cock.” I grit my teeth and groan when she bounces and flicks her hips. “Didn’t you, angel?”

“Uh huh.” She looks up at me from beneath blonde eyelashes, just a touch darker than the shade of her hair, the ends of which are currently tickling my stomach. “Maybe that means you should pick a different nickname for me if I’m such a sinner now.”

“No.” I leave one of her legs draped over mine, allowing me the use of one hand. My fingers skate over her hip, tracing slowly down the V of her thighs where I fondle her clit, laughing as she moans with her whole body, tension leaching from her spine, leaving her warm and pliant against my chest. “You’re only a bad girl until I pet you in the right spot. Turns you right back into my angel. A good girl with straight As and a sensitive pussy.”

“More,” she sobs, grinding down on my cock. “M-
more
.”

“I’ll give you more,” I say through clenched teeth. She’s got me on the razor’s edge of lust now, because I can see clear down the front of her phenomenal body as she undulates on my aching flesh. Her nipples are hard and moisture glistens on her bare cunt where it takes my cock, in and out. In and out. The need to become the aggressor turns fierce, and I surge up, keeping myself planted inside her, propping her against my lap as I stride forward toward the closest piece of furniture, which happens to be a chaise lounge, surrounded by greenery and strings of lights.

I allow Veda’s feet to touch down a mere second before I all but tackle her, putting her face down on the lounge. I jerk her thighs open…and I just start to take, pumping into her from behind. I’m at this delirious point where nothing can make me stop. Nothing. I’m holding down my life’s obsession by the nape of her neck and fucking into her wet hole, which is barely big enough to accommodate me. But she pushes up her ass like a starved sex kitten, even as she screams into the lounge’s plush surface, because I’ve taught her if she fights through the discomfort, her orgasm will be even more rewarding. And I’m proven right a moment later when her fingers scrape down the soft velvet, probably coming close to ripping the material, and her pussy goes tighter, tighter,
tighter,
until I’m gasping for oxygen and my dwindling sanity.

“Ramsey…oh
God.
”

I shove my face into her neck, my hips smacking down onto her ass and scooping upward to get my cock as deep inside her as possible. This becomes difficult as her climax turns her into a wildcat, her body shaking violently, legs moving in every direction, hands shooting out to seek purchase and finding nothing. I fuck her hard through all of it, my balls filling with weight and pulling high into my body, urging me to give in and release my frustration into the paradise between Veda’s thighs. “It was the fathers you wanted to watch us dance together. Not that woman,” I grate, truth spilling out in my state of building heat. “Wasn’t it? You like the idea of other men watching me touch you?”