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  I couldn’t hold back the grin to Holly as we made it out onto the street.

  “I’m going to have the best time of my life,” I whispered, and she nudged me right back as we set off to Mr Lindon’s house.

  “Just hope he’s everything you’ve been bigging him up to be,” she said.

  But he would be. I had no doubt about that. He’d be even better than anything I’d been bigging him up to be. He was Mr Lindon. Bigger and better than anyone. I just couldn’t wait for him to show me.

  Holly gave me a final hug before leaving me at the end of his street.

  “I’ll be desperate for an update,” she said. “Don’t you dare leave me hanging.”

  “I’ll be in touch,” I promised and waved her off.

  And then it was just me. Nervous. Excited. Crazy with butterflies.

  But ready.

  Holy crap, I was so ready.

  They were the most wobbly steps of my life as I headed up his driveway in my old school shoes. I could barely breathe as I knocked at his front door, but he was already there on the other side, ready to answer.

  His eyes were glinting dirty as he stepped aside to let me past.

  I could smell him. Deep and dark. A hint of cologne that had me tingling.

  I could feel him. The heat and the strength.

  I heard the door close behind me, and my palms were clammy, fingers fidgeting as I tried to stay even slightly calm.

  “Good evening, birthday girl,” he said, and stepped up behind me.

  He was close. Really close. I could feel his breath on my hair before I summoned up the nerves to turn to him. My heart was racing faster than I’d ever felt it, and my thighs were clamped tight.

  “Thank you, Mr Lindon,” I managed. “Thank you for my present.”

  I adored his smirk. “You haven’t taken it yet. Let’s see if you’re still thanking me when I’m done.”

  “I’m sure I’m going to love it,” I said, and sounded stupid. Stupid and jangly and young.

  I swallowed as he tipped my face up to his, and that all fell away. Everything fell away.

  Everything but him.

  “You need to listen hard before we start, princess,” he told me. “You need to know that I’m not a nice man. I don’t play nice with little girls.”

  I tried to nod, but he held my face tight.

  “I mean it, Faith. I’m going to claim that sweet little pussy of yours, and it’s going to hurt so much before it feels good. I’m going to love how it hurts before it feels good.”

  My belly went crazy. Butterflies swarming as he carried on.

  “I’m going to make you take it all and beg for more. I’m going to stretch you right open and make you my dirty little slut. I’m going to stretch you so fucking wide for me, little girl. You’re going to be used so fucking hard.”

  “Please…” I managed. “Please, Mr Lindon… that’s what I want, sir.”

  His fingers landed on my coat buttons, and teased down in a line. “Those pretty little tits are going to be so sore when I’ve finished with you. You’ll be feeling me for days.”

  I nodded, unable to speak.

  He pinched my cheeks tight together and I whimpered.

  “You’re going to give me that hot little mouth however I fucking want it. You’re going to choke for me, and gag for me, and dribble and drool and cry such dirty fucking tears for me.” He paused, his breathing deep. “And your pretty little asshole is going to gape for me, so nice and fucking deep, and believe me, little girl, I’m going to make you do things so naughty, you’ll never feel like a good girl again.”

  My ears couldn’t believe it, but my body could. My body wanted it so bad I couldn’t stay still, squirming to get closer. Because I wanted to stretch and drool and beg him for more. I wanted to feel him for days. I wanted to feel him forever.

  I wanted to be every bit the dirty little girl he was going to make me be.

  And then he smiled. He smiled such a filthy smile that it took my breath.

  “Well, well. It seems we do have a very naughty little girl right here, doesn’t it? Is that pretty little cunt still hungry to take your birthday present?”

  Another nod and I felt so wet between my legs. I was quivering. Lost to everything but how much I wanted this.

  “Tell me,” he growled. “Tell me how hungry that pretty little cunt is for your birthday present.”

  “Please…” I said. “I want it so much…”

  He leaned in closer. “I said tell me how hungry that pretty little cunt is.”

  His thigh pressed between mine, and I couldn’t stop the gasp.

  “Tell me,” he said again.

  I closed my eyes to answer, burning up with the naughtiness.

  “I’m hungry for my birthday present…” I whispered.

  “Go on,” he pushed, and hitched me higher onto his leg.

  “Please…” I said. “I want it… I want it so bad.”

  “So ask for it,” he forced, and his voice was so low.

  I opened my eyes and pushed myself through my nerves.

  “My pretty little cunt is hungry for it…” I told him. “Hungry for you, Mr Lindon, please…”

  “Good little girl,” he said, and his mouth clamped on mine.

  It was everything I ever dreamed. His tongue was hot and fierce and pushed hard between my lips. It met mine and claimed me, owning my whole mouth while I bucked against his thigh like a desperate little bitch for him. I had no experience, and it showed so bad. I was a wriggling mess, craving so much, needing so much, and he was so firm as he pulled the scarf from my neck and unfastened my coat buttons.

  And then he saw it.

  He tugged my coat from my shoulders and dropped it to the floor and he saw it.

  Saw me.

  “Sweet holy fuck,” he said, and he was taken aback. Actually taken aback.

  How I loved it as his eyes ate me alive, and I knew it had been a great move to wear my uniform. The best move in the whole world to wear my uniform.

  “You’d better be so fucking ready for me, little girl,” he said.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Miles

  The girl was a fucking minx alright. A mischievous little siren wrapped up nice and tight in such perfectly innocent packaging.

  I struggled to fully take her in, eyeing her up as every filthy fantasy in my repertoire all at once.

  “Do you like it, Mr Lindon?” she asked in that silky sweet little voice of hers. “Do you like me like this?”

  Like she actually needed an answer.

  I could barely keep my restraint together enough to guide her backwards through to the dining room. My steps were bold, fast. Hers were barely more than bumbling little stumbles that relied on me to keep her steady.

  There was no doubt about it. This was a truly insane addition to the temptation scorecard. Faith was simply divine in her uniform. Absolutely fucking divine. The naughty little slut had sure picked out a great weapon in her arsenal of little girl out to snare me. She looked so fucking authentic in her purity, even though her eyes told a whole other tale.

  Oh yes, how they told a whole other tale.

  The wicked glint of need strumming down as deep and dark as mine was. The hunger to be taken, just as beautifully pitiful as I was slavering to take her.

  So sweet and so corrupt, even in her youth. So nice and so fucking needy, even in her innocence.

  It was a glorious combination. One that had me nothing short of reeling as I shunted her on up to the dining table. It was a large mahogany piece, perfectly sculpted to take this little girl up and onto it.

  She was ever more nervous, jittery in the most glorious of manners as I hoisted her up and onto the edge, perched with her legs perfectly dangling, buckled shoes swaying above the floor.

  “Such a disobedient girl to be looking where she shouldn’t,” I growled. “Clicking around on my PC like a nosey little slut.”

  “I couldn’t help it…” she breathed.
“I’m sorry, I just couldn’t stop… I needed to see…”

  “Yes, well,” I told her. “It’s me who needs to see now.” I pressed up tight between her legs, then took hold of her tie and tugged her even closer. “Tell me, dirty girl. Tell me how you’ve been touching that needy little pussy of yours and thinking of all the filth I’ve been watching. You’ve been picturing those girls as you, haven’t you? You want to be the one I use so fucking bad.”

  She nodded, cheeks pinking. “I had to… I just couldn’t stop… I didn’t want to stop…”

  “Needy little thing,” I said and tipped her face up to mine. “You’ll have to be a very good girl for me now, and maybe, just maybe, I’ll reward you.”

  “Please, Mr Lindon…” she said. “I will be a good girl… ”

  Oh how my fucking dick swelled.

  My mouth was hot and wet and fierce enough to claim her. I tugged her head back by her hair and tasted that mouth like it was the last fucking supper, and how she whimpered. She fucking whimpered.

  Her sweet little tongue danced a delicious dance with mine, even though I could taste every scrap of her nervousness. Her fingers reached for my arms, but instead of gripping, they were gentle. Gentle enough that I shunted her back all the harder.

  I hitched that skirt up her legs and ran my palms up those tender thighs. She shuddered, breath hitching more, muscles tightening up as my palms grazed higher. But I stopped. I stopped and teased, giving her nothing but promise as my hands pulled away.

  “You’re going to be a good girl and take exactly what you’re given,” I barked at her, and she nodded.

  I raised a hand to her blouse. She arched her back as I brushed my fingers down the nubs of those sweet little tits under that fabric. It was a tickle, but it was enough. Her breaths quickened.

  She bit her lip as I closed my fingers up tight and squeezed that flesh. Bit her lip and closed her eyes and let out the most delicious moan.

  “That’s it,” I coaxed as she tipped her head back. “Take it.”

  I gripped hard. Hard enough to make a crushed little mound out of her tit. Then I ran my thumb over the hard nipple.

  It was barely poking through the white lace of the bra through the blouse, but it was enough. Enough that I lowered my head and flicked my tongue right on over it.

  “Yes…” she moaned, and her hips rocked. “Yes, please…”

  There was no way she was expecting the force when I clamped my mouth on hard and sucked at that tender little tit. The wet suckles were noisy, but so were the grunts from my throat, and fuck, she really was a hungry little bitch. Those hips rocked harder the harder I sucked, and it was instinct that had those sweet thighs spreading and shunting closer.

  She wanted it.

  She really, really fucking wanted it.

  And I really fucking wanted her.

  My cock was straining and my pulse was racing, and it took everything I had not to tear those panties right off her and slam my dick in all the way.

  I moved to the other little tit, and she was already moaning before I clamped, knowing what was coming.

  I was grateful I had my eyes open when she raised her own dainty little fingers to the wet patch on her blouse across from my mouth. She teased her other tit through my patch of spit, and it was a picture worth fucking savouring.

  She moaned again when I pinched her nipple between my teeth. I clamped them closed so fucking slowly, and she gasped, gasped and rocked. Gasped and rocked until she struggled to fucking take it, eyes closed tight.

  I laughed as I pulled away. “I told you I don’t play nice with little girls,” I said, but her eyes were already open again, back arching for more.

  Fuck me, I’d hit the fucking jackpot with this little slut.

  “Time I took a look at those sweet little tits,” I told her and tossed her tie to the side.

  The buttons popped open easy. My hands looked huge against her chest. I pulled the blouse open and freed up her bra, and her chest was heaving, nervous and wanting.

  I tugged the tie loose and she flinched, and I seized the moment to shunt her back onto her elbows. Her legs wrapped around me as an anchor, and she must have fucking felt it. Must have felt the fucking swell of me against that horny little cunt.

  I pulled the bra down easily, and both of those cute little tits bounced free. It was a free flow then, my mouth and fingers sucking and pinching as she struggled to keep her balance. I slavered over those pretty little nubs like a man possessed, loving the tender line so fine between pleasure and pain.

  I loved just enough hurt that she whimpered, straining. I loved enough pleasure that she was a wriggling little slut seeking more.

  “I’ve got so fucking much to take from you,” I growled between suckles. “You’re going to give me everything.”

  “Everything, sir,” she said in a whisper.

  I felt like a headmaster, not just her boss, which was fitting given that I was still suited and she was in her little girly uniform. She was also heady, clearly reeling from so many sensations she’d never experienced at someone else’s hands.

  I could feel the heat between her legs, and how her thighs were gripping harder. It was a whole stream of instinctive need that had her so wild in her cravings.

  I lifted her skirt and hitched it around her waist, and the groan that came out of me was enough that her eyes shot wide.

  She was wearing white cotton panties. Baby girl white cotton panties. And I couldn’t stop my balls fucking clenching, desperate to blow.

  “Fuck,” I grunted. “Fuck me, Faith, you really are one naughty little fucking girl.”

  I guided her backwards until she was lying flat against the tabletop, and I spread those legs nice and wide for me. She was shivering. Actually shivering.

  She cried out as I dropped down and pressed my mouth to the inside of her thigh. She was nervous. Beautifully nervous. Timid fingers landed on my scalp.

  “I’ve been so hungry for this pretty little cunt,” I told her, and ran my tongue up that damp little slit through the cotton.

  Her whimpers notched up a whole other level, her wriggling little short of bucking as I squirmed that tongue in hard.

  “Good girl,” I rasped. “Show me what a naughty little slut you are.”

  And she did.

  She fucking did.

  The girl was the filthiest little angel in creation as she spread those legs even wider and stared right on down at me with her big baby blues. She couldn’t hold back the little mewls as I ate that cunt through those white panties, and it was everything I’d hoped it would be – a sweet musk of innocence that I sucked hard through the cotton fabric. Absolutely fucking delicious.

  I lapped at those wet knickers until she was a writhing whore, lost to everything but how desperate that slit was to come for me.

  Hooking my fingers into those panties and easing them down her thighs was enough to have me grunting myself, and then it floored me. It fucking floored me. Just like everything else this girl had up her filthy little sleeve.

  That pretty little cunt of hers was shaved bare.

  “Fucking hell,” I grunted. “Jesus fucking Christ, Faith, you’re a precious little sweetheart. Such a pretty girl.”

  She was sensitive, jumping just a little as I ran my thumb up that naked slit.

  “Relax,” I told her. “Relax and take what you’re given.”

  Her clit was a dark little beauty, poking its head out from between two perfect pink little lips. I spread those lips nice and wide, and she let out a deeper whimper, fingers clenching tight on the tabletop.

  And there it was again. Another fucking surprise that had me reeling like a madman. She’d said I’d be her first and she wasn’t fucking joking.

  That hole of her cunt was a perfect little treasure, but there was more. So much more.

  Across the opening, showing its pretty face to the world outside, was a tender little wall of skin, the most beautiful little boundary.

  The
girl had a perfect fucking hymen begging to be torn.

  And I was going to be the filthy brutal cunt who was going to tear it for her.

  What a fucking pleasure.

  “Is it ok?” she asked, and her eyes were full of nerves. “Is it ok down there?”

  My smile said it all. One vile grin that spoke more than any words ever could.

  “Yes, little girl,” I told her, as I took my cock out of my pants. “Now let’s get to your birthday present.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Faith

  I had to keep my eyes on him just to believe this. It felt like I was still dreaming, still lost to everything but how much I’d wanted him for so long.

  Every single day of wanting him had been worth it. Every single thing about tonight had been worth waiting for.

  Every single thing about him had been worth waiting for.

  His eyes were dark and deep and eating me up. His stare was strong enough to give me tingles. His hands looked so powerful against my skin, because he was. He was so crazy powerful he could steal the breath right from my lungs.

  “Don’t worry, little princess,” he soothed as he moved away from between my legs. “I’ll be stretching that pretty little pussy of yours nice and deep before I’m done with you.”

  I managed a nod, still trembling as his fingers teased at my nipples.

  “But first,” he continued. “First there are other sweet little holes for me to be claiming.”

  My heart pounded even harder as he stepped to the side of the table, moving closer. There in his grip, standing tall, was that naked cock of his. Even though I’d seen it on the picture with Penny Andrews, it was still so much bigger than I imagined it would be.

  I’m sure my eyes must have widened like saucers as he moved even closer. The flesh was dark, and pinkish, in a meaty kind of way that gave me jitters. The head was huge, and so threatening on top of such a thick shaft. Because it was. It was so thick. Thicker than I could ever imagine fitting inside me.