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  This was a moment I’d savour for a long time to come.

  My fingers spread those cheeks so slowly. Beautifully slowly. And there it was, every bit the precious gem I anticipated. That puckered little hole winking up at me as I drove my dick into her pretty pink slit underneath.

  I dribbled one long string of spit down so nicely onto that little ring, rubbing it nice and wet in tight little circles. And then I pressed my thumb right on the bullseye, loving how she tensed in a flash, clenching up tight.

  “My next cherry to pop,” I told her, and that little ring clenched tighter.

  She gasped as I pushed my thumb in nice and steady, sinking all the way.

  “Keep playing with that clit like a good girl,” I said.

  I twisted my thumb in deep, loving the heat from that filthy little chute, and then I opened her up, circles getting wider as I forced her looser and looser and she groaned for me. She was tense. Deliciously tense.

  I dribbled more spit and worked her harder, and my cock kept claiming that sore cunt as mine with every thrust.

  She was mine with every thrust.

  Mine with every breath.

  Every sweet little hole and curve and smile. Every giggle and every bounce of those sweet little tits, and the beautiful straining of that filthy brown hole to take whatever it was given.

  She was mine. All of her. From her blonde curls, to her dainty little toes. Every single scrap of that delectable little body of hers was all fucking mine.

  It was just a fucking shame it was so forbidden in the world outside.

  “That feels good,” she whispered as I fucked her asshole nice and slow with my thumb. “But I think I need the bathroom… I think I need to go…”

  Another glorious taster of honest innocence.

  “You don’t,” I told her. “Just be a good girl and take what you’re given.”

  She cried out as I swapped my thumb for two thick fingers and worked those in hard.

  “Work that clit,” I said, and her rhythm came back.

  My fingers slammed in harmony with my cock, and she took it. She whimpered and squirmed underneath, but she took it like a good little girl.

  “Ask me for my cock in your ass,” I told her, and she let out a mewl.

  “I don’t know… I don’t know if I can…”

  “Ask me for my fucking cock in your ass,” I told her again, and she met my eyes over her shoulder.

  Her stare was absolutely fucking beautiful. Needy but hurting. Sore but desperate.

  “Please,” she whispered. “Please fuck my ass.”

  “Louder,” I said. “Beg for it.”

  Her eyes stayed on mine. “Please, Mr Lindon,” she said louder, and I nearly shot my load in her cunt for her natural choice of name. “Please fuck my ass.”

  She groaned hard as I pulled out of her battered pussy, and her fingers kept on working that clit.

  My dick was nice and slick with her pussy juice, glinting wet as I pressed it to her puckered little ring.

  “Oh God, oh God…” she whispered, and her nerves were gorgeous.

  She let out such a perfect moan as I eased my way inside. Her head shot back and her back arched, tense, and it was glorious.

  The girl was so tight. Tight enough to grip my dick in a fucking vice and milk me so hard I was fucking grunting for it.

  Her whimpers were pained but beautiful. Her tense butt cheeks were a glorious stage for the show.

  And then it shifted.

  She shifted.

  Tiny bucks at first, breaths turning shallow. Groans turning deeper.

  “You like that?” I asked her. “Your ass enjoying its first proper fucking?”

  I knew she was confused, tossed on the winds between pleasure and pain without a grip on what the fuck she was feeling. Her whimpers were heaven. Her tone divine.

  “Please… please more…”

  She was stretched so wide around my dick, that dirty little ring of hers gripping me hard.

  “I’m going to fill you up,” I told her. “You’ll like that, won’t you, dirty girl? Your asshole is a hungry little bitch milking me dry. Milking me so fucking dry.”

  Her moans were frantic, her fingers strumming hard underneath, and I was picking up the pace, my balls slapping loud on that sweet pussy below.

  “Please..” she mewled, without any anchor for her words whatsoever, but that didn’t matter.

  I gave her fucking everything. Curses and grunts and shunts all the way, and I was soon spurting so fucking deep in that virgin asshole.

  The waves of release were tidal, coursing right up my spine, and I could barely contain the madness as I slammed into her, my own breaths running wild with hers, both of us flying so fucking high as we crested the peaks over and fucking over.

  I collapsed on top of her in the aftermath, my dick still spasming deep, and she was rasping for breath too, my pretty little princess so spent along with me.

  Her hair was a beautiful nest of blonde, so soft against my lips. Her cheek was clammy as I rolled her onto her side and pressed mine tight to hers.

  She cried out loud when I pulled my cock from her, and her ass spat a filthy string of cum out in pursuit. I felt it, hot on my thighs, slippery as I mashed them up against hers.

  “You’re a beautiful little princess and a perfect little slut, both at once, both for me,” I whispered, right into her ear.

  “I’m going to be so sore now,” she said, and that glorious giggle of hers was right there to follow.

  “You’ll be even more sore when we go and get your actual birthday present,” I told her, and she twisted her face back to mine.

  “My actual birthday present? Do I even have one?”

  I couldn’t hold back my smile. “Yes, princess, you really have one.”

  Her shock was addictive. The surprise on her face was enough to make me heady as sin.

  “Let’s get up and go see,” I said, and eased her so fucking slowly to her feet.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Faith

  Would the shocks ever stop coming? I doubted it. Not at this rate.

  Still, with shocks this fantastically great I’d happily take a million more just as fast as they were coming.

  Sitting in the passenger seat, next to the idol of a man who’d already consumed me over and over, was a whole other bout of daydream land. A crazy awesome bout of daydream land.

  “You messaged them?” he asked as he indicated out of his street, and I nodded, my phone still held tight in my lap, on top of the pleated school skirt I really hadn’t been expecting to wear out in public.

  “Yeah, Mum said I don’t need to worry about getting back for dinner. She said she’ll see me later.”

  He gave a nod. Eyes still on the road. “Good. We’ll be a while.”

  I smiled to myself. A grin that crept up so wide.

  I sure hoped we’d be a while. A seriously long one.

  I’d never get tired of this crazy setup. Daydream land would have me holed up tight as long as it would let me. Yes, please.

  Although I had my phone, I hadn’t managed much of a reply yet to Holly, scrolling through her question marks and open-mouthed emojis with barely more than a talk later, sorry, all great in reply once I’d messaged my parents. I put the handset back on standby when her thumbs-up pinged through. And then I turned my attention all the way back to Mr Lindon.

  Miles.

  I turned my attention all the way back to Miles.

  “You’re really not going to tell me where we’re going?” I quizzed. “Not even a clue? A teeny weeny clue?”

  I loved his smirk. “Not even a teeny weeny clue.” He looked across at me. “How is your teeny weeny asshole feeling after losing its virginity?”

  Now this was a new side. This filthy talking Miles Lindon interlaced with general light-hearted chatter. I liked this side very, very much. Even though my pussy felt like it’d been ten rounds straight in a boxing ring, it still let out a little flutter and
begged me to clench.

  In response to his teeny weeny asshole question I shifted just a little in my seat. It hurt like a bitch. An absolute one. It hurt like an Erica Tate on an office bitch stampede, in fact. A sharp pang that shot right up. And then an ache. An ache that blended with the carnage right next door to it.

  “Sore,” I said. “And that’s putting it mildly.”

  “I imagine you’ve taken your fill for the day, then? Are you calling a teeny weeny asshole time out in the festivities?”

  I loved the dirty humour in his voice. It made me blush and smirk right back.

  “Maybe I’ll take a time out on the afternoon. Just a short-term break from the action though, yeah?” I was still instinctively nervous. Still ready to pinch myself that this was really ongoing fun and games for him.

  But it was definitely ongoing.

  His eyes were so alive.

  “Yeah,” he said. “We’ll call a short break. I’ll just have to get my cock to hold its breath for a while.”

  How my heart soared. It actually soared, pounding hard.

  He wanted me. Really, truly wanted me. Even after taking all my holes and sampling the goods.

  I was still beaming as we headed out of town and joined the motorway until we were two counties along. It didn’t matter how long we were driving, I still didn’t have the faintest clue of our destination, but I didn’t care.

  As usual, I didn’t care about anything much when I was sitting so close to the man I adored.

  My butterflies were every bit as frantic as normal around him, but there was this zing of excitement today along with them. Excitement and sparkle.

  The radio was on, and my foot was tapping, even though the movement hurt my butt like hell, and I was happy. Really happy. Ridiculously, insanely, crazily, scream it to the universe happy.

  I really wasn’t expecting it when he indicated left and headed into a car dealership. He pulled up in one of the spaces outside and flashed me a whole new smirk as he switched off the engine.

  “Here we are, princess Faith. Destination birthday present,” he said, and I couldn’t even begin to fathom what he was talking about. Because there was no way… not here…

  “What? You mean this place?!” I asked, and he nodded.

  “Yes. I mean this place. Walters Auto Dealership. Let’s go find out what’s here for the birthday girl, shall we?”

  I was jittery when I got out of the car, pulling my coat a whole load tighter around me and hoping nobody would see even a hint of my uniform.

  It seems they really were expecting us, three suited people in the reception were clearly prepared for us coming.

  “Mr Lindon,” one of them said and headed right over. “We have everything ready.”

  His badge said Thomas Walters, so I guess he was quite an integral part of the setup. They shook hands and Mr Integral flashed me a smile, and then directed us out the back where I followed like a mute little muppet with a sore ass. I was smiling and keeping up and listening intently to their small talk, but I still didn’t know what to think. I couldn’t even begin to imagine. Because not seriously… there was no way seriously there was anything here that was for me…

  But then I saw it.

  The little purple car out on the forecourt. The little purple car we were heading right for.

  The little purple car that was exactly the same shade as my childhood favourite colour, and the colour I’d scribbled over Mr Lindon’s from little Faith birthday cards whenever I’d been crayoning them in on my dining table.

  But it couldn’t possibly be… there was no way… this little purple car couldn’t be for me…

  “Happy birthday!” Miles announced and took the key from the suited Thomas right next to him, and that guy was smiling too. They both were. Smiling and gesturing to the car, like it was some obvious beacon, and I couldn’t digest it. Didn’t even know where to begin to process it, standing there by a gorgeous little purple car which was exactly the colour to make me go crazy. Standing there with my pussy and my ass throbbing hard, aching because they’d just been battered raw by the man I’d been dreaming about for years.

  I pinched myself. I actually pinched myself. Because this was too crazy. Much too crazy.

  I felt a giggle mixed with a sigh, mixed with this blub of happy tears, and I put my hand up to my mouth and didn’t know what to do.

  And he was there.

  He was right there with his arm around my shoulders, holding me tight. And I still couldn’t believe it. I still didn’t know what to think.

  “I don’t know what to say…” I managed. “I really don’t know what to say…”

  “Thanks will do just fine,” he told me, and guided me on over to the driver’s door. He opened it up and gestured me in. “Get on in there and scope out the view.”

  I made sure my coat was wrapped up tight, then winced as I slipped into the seat, and my hands made a thump on the steering wheel, still checking this out for reality.

  “Great stuff,” he said to Thomas Walters, and I watched him hand his own set of car keys over. “If you could please drop these through the letterbox if you get to the house before I do.”

  The guy nodded, and talked about some paperwork or other, but I was looking all around the dashboard by now, working out which buttons were where. Miles tapped on the windscreen, then held up his finger as he mouthed one minute, and headed on back inside.

  Insane.

  It was all absolutely insane.

  I watched him through the windscreen. Watched the way he moved, and the gorgeous tailored fit of his jacket, and the way the grey was such a contrast with the darkness of his hair in the light. My breaths were loud in the quiet of the car, and I was absolutely buzzing, eyes fixed on him hard as he signed off a load of paperwork while the Thomas guy was talking on at him.

  He was smiling all over again as he walked back out on his own. There were some discs in his hand, and it took me a moment to realise they were learner driver plates. He stopped and pressed them on, front and back, before dropping himself down into the passenger seat next to me.

  My hand was shaky as he handed me the keys.

  “You are a learner, yes?” he asked, clearly finding me dumbstruck. “Your dad told me a while ago you were learning.”

  I nodded. “Yeah, I’ve been learning. Well, I was. I dropped the lessons a bit when I started working at the office.”

  “Well, you’ll have to resume them again, won’t you? Antiques don’t take precedence over motor skills, no matter how glorious the credenza in question is.”

  He had a point, but I really hadn’t been thinking about it.

  “I’m still not due to take my test,” I said in defence. “I wasn’t pushing back something super urgent. I just got side-lined.”

  “And now you have a very good reason to get side-lined back the other way.” He buckled his seatbelt and gestured me to do the same. “This can be an excellent opportunity to show me how well you’re doing.”

  “What?” I asked. “You want me to drive?”

  “I want you to drive home,” he said. “I’m going to enjoy the journey.”

  I wasn’t so sure he would be saying that once we were on the road. I wasn’t exactly on the brink of passing my driving test.

  “Are you sure?” I pushed. “I’m still quite a learner…”

  “Very,” he said. “Now let’s get a motor on and get this show on the road.”

  I took a breath before I turned the key in the ignition. A very deep one.

  My legs felt bandy and awkward, and it wasn’t from the butt pain at the top of them.

  “You really can’t do this,” I said, before we were off the forecourt. “You really can’t get me a car. I mean this is crazy generous, way too much.”

  He shrugged it off like it was nothing. “It’s really not some high end sports car,” he said. “It’s a nice little motor in a colour I knew you liked. It will be good for you to have an incentive to push on with your less
ons.”

  “Yeah, but still,” I said, and pulled out onto the road at a suitable break in traffic. I only hoped I really was as good as the instructor had been saying I was. “It’s still crazy generous. This is a car. An actual car.”

  “And I’m sure you’ll get great use out of it,” he said.

  I made sure I was well within the speed limit as I eased my foot onto the accelerator. I could feel him burning the side of my vision, my eyes desperate to chase down another look at him, even though I was fixed on the road.

  The car was fantastic. A nippy little thing which made my heart sing. I couldn’t believe it was really mine. My own little motor to ride around in for years to come.

  I’d done really well out of my eighteenth. As well as a sack load of sweet little presents, my uncle Eric had bought me a great little printer for university, and my parents had invested in a new study laptop. But this was something else. Something super different.

  “Thank you,” I said, with a really genuine tone to my voice. “Thank you so much for this.”

  “You’re very welcome, sweetheart,” he said back, and there was a really genuine tone to his too.

  I concentrated as hard as I could on being the best driver I could be, and he was a great navigator, telling me which junctions to take long before we arrived at them, and encouraging me to speed up and slow down with as much easy authority as my driving instructor ever had. Being next to him was such a joy. The conversation was so natural, and the laughter came light, and I trusted him so much to guide me and push me and urge me on.

  Just like in the rest of my life.

  I couldn’t believe it when we arrived back at the outskirts of town. There was a relief at having the journey nearly completed, but a weird tinge of sadness to know that our two-person bubble was soon going to be broken.

  The real world was still waiting out there.

  “We’d better get this parked up at your place,” he said, and my belly did a lurch.

  “My place?” I quizzed. “You want me to drive it home?”

  “We’ll need to get it there in the imminent future,” he said. “May as well be now, and we can show your parents you in the driver’s seat.”