Ready or Not (Aspen Ridge Holiday Novellas)

7. Wes

Chapter Seven

WES

I stand in the tree line behind Lilith’s apartment, waiting for all of the lights to go out and for her to be sound asleep in her bed before I break in. Security isn’t an issue in Aspen Ridge, which makes slipping into places you’re meant to stay out of quite easy. In fact, not including the kidnapping of Ivy Turner, we haven’t had a violent or major crime in several decades. The most exciting thing that the Aspen Ridge police department has to deal with is bored teenagers throwing ragers in the woods, bonfires on Grace Beach, and underage drinking.

Being out in public with her at the harvest festival was as natural as fucking her will be. The conversation flows easily, playfully, and I wonder if she’s ever had someone she can be herself with. I can’t imagine what it must feel like to carry the weight of having to meet your parents’ expectations constantly. I’m no parenting aficionado, but I wouldn’t force Adam to be something he’s not for my benefit. I may think he makes sheep-like decisions when it comes to his blind faith and stupid life choices, but I would never force him into a role that wasn’t wanted.

When enough time has passed, I slip across the dark lawn, scale up the side of the apartment via the trellis, and into the unlocked window. It’s the early hours of the morning when I slip into her room to watch her beautiful form sleep soundlessly in her bed. I know she feels me watching her. She always does. My pretty little temptress. She’ll wake up and think it was all a dirty dream, but I know she feels my presence as much as I feel hers. I’m as real to her in her sleep as she is to me while I’m awake, watching her.

Her long, toned legs peek out from under her blanket, and my eyes roam from her sexy black-painted toes all the way up to her thighs and the curve of her hip before her body disappears back under her blanket. I can almost make out the sexy red panties she’s wearing, and my cock stirs to life in my jeans. I love her subtle, private little acts of defiance—black toenails, red panties—she’s not the town sweetheart that her parents pressure her into portraying, she’s my dirty little girl, and once I unleash the dark side she keeps locked up tight, she’ll realize how good life can be. She needs to be set free, and I’m just the man to do it.

She stirs, rolling over onto her back, and the blanket falls free from her body, exposing her to me. My mouth waters as my eyes rake over her sexy form. Her knees fall open, giving me a perfect view of her panty-clad pussy. The satin material clings to her tightly, outlining her sweet lips. Her body is stretched out in front of me like the most delicious dessert. I stand from my nightly spot in the corner chair in her room and walk closer to her, examining the silky, unmarred flesh of her body. My fingers act on their own, reaching out to touch her intimately for the first time. Ever so gently, I drag the pad of my finger up the center of her cunt, my eyes unable to look anywhere but where I’m touching her. I swipe again, adding a little more pressure. Her hips move ever so slightly, a deep sigh releasing from her lips.

Goddess.

She’s not of this Earth.

So perfect.

I continue my ministrations, focusing on the little bundle of nerves at the top of her slit. Gently, I rub small circles, her hips moving every so often, her panties darkening at her slit where wetness pools. Fuck I want to taste her. I want her cum in my mouth like I need air to breathe. I need to be consumed by her. A quiet moan hits my ears and I finally look up at her face, her eyes are still closed, but her breathing is shallow, ragged. She’s going to come. Give it to me, little one. I want nothing more. I chance pressing a little harder, swirling in little circles, the wetness coating all of her now, leaking through the satin fabric and coating the pad of my finger.

Her body stiffens, her abs contract, and I know I’ve got her. She jerks ever so slightly, her legs shaking as her body gives in to the sensation, the orgasm taking over and vibrating through her. Fuck, she’s so pretty. Once her body slackens and her breathing levels out, I remove my finger, bringing it to my nose first and inhaling the sweet smell of her cunt. I fill my lungs with her before licking my finger, sucking it into my mouth. Her taste is enough to make me crazy but not enough to satiate the feral desire within me. I need it from the source.

My cock throbs painfully against the zipper of my jeans, my mouth watering with a craving so deep it’s difficult to deny.

Just as I’ve done nights before, I unbutton my jeans and slowly slide down the zipper, pulling them down just enough to release my cock, letting it spring free as it throbs at my navel. I give a languid stroke from base to tip, holding back a groan as my palm glides over my engorged head. I can’t wait for her to feel me inside her. I know it’s going to drive her fucking mad. I’m long and thick and her tiny body will have to work overtime to adjust to me. I can’t wait to break her in. I walk forward to the end table and pump a few squirts of her body lotion into my hand before bringing it to my face to inhale. Fuck, I love her scent. Floral and sage. So clean and innocent.

All the things that she’s not.

I use the lotion to work my hand over my shaft, wanting to be covered in everything that is her. I study her sleeping face, her wavy raven hair sprawled out across her pillow, begging to be wrapped around my fist, and her dark, long eyelashes that I know are hiding the most exquisite eyes. Her skin is flawless, and all I want to do is dirty her up. I pump my cock faster, squeezing the head on every pass. The image of what it will be like to tie her down and fuck her ruthlessly appears in my head. I’m eager to kiss the burn marks around her wrists that the ropes will leave while I rut into her like the savage I am. I know she’s going to love being at my mercy. My perfect little girl needs to be rumpled up, and I plan to give her everything she needs. Daddy will provide everything she needs. I stroke myself and imagine it’s her cunt I’m fucking into, her walls milking the cum out of me, her body eager to be filled by me. My orgasm slams into me out of nowhere and I spill into my palm, ropes of warm, creamy cum that only belong to her. I steady my breathing, letting myself come down from the high before wiping my fingers through the mess in my hand. Leaning forward, I drag them lightly across her plump pink lips so it’s not a complete waste. Don’t worry, lover, you’ll be completely covered in it soon enough.

Before leaving her apartment, I place a red rose on the top of her end table, a little gift for her to wake up to. Out of the corner of my eye, I see a flash of red on the top of her laundry basket. Picking up the delicate scrap of lace, I bring it to my nose and inhale her rich, sweet scent. Shoving them into my pocket, I leave my little one sleeping soundly in her bed.