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“You’re going to come for me,” I rasp, tonguing her ear. “You’re going to come so hard on my hand. It’s going to feel so good.” I pinch a nipple and press against her clit, and she absolutely explodes against me, pressing her face into my neck to muffle her shrieks of pleasure. I finger her through it, enjoying the feeling of her tight pussy grabbing me, drawing me in.
I want to feel her pussy do the same to my cock as she comes around it.
I stroke her clit one last time, and then pull out my fingers, licking them clean.
“Fuck you taste good,” I murmur. She’s bright eyed and panting beneath me. Her hand moves to my cock, but as much as I’d like that, it wouldn’t be right. Not while she’s here against her will. Giving her pleasure is one thing. Taking it from her is another. I let her touch me so she knows how hard she makes me, and then move off her.
Her cheeks are flushed, and she’s still panting. Making her come felt incredible. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt more powerful than I did just now, seeing this gorgeous woman crying out from the pleasure I gave her. I trace the flowers on her side.
“What’s the tattoo?” I ask. I have several over my chest, back, and shoulders.
She licks those alluring lips of hers.
“Primrose,” she murmurs, finally coming down. “In Ireland, they’re symbols of safety and protection. They’re a favorite of the fairies. It’s a great offense to them if you let a primrose die. I thought I might see some if I got it.”
“Fairies, huh?”
There’s something sweet about what she’s sharing with me right now. I need to touch her. I wrap my arms gently around her.
“When Siobhan, that’s my older sister, and I played as kids, she always pretended to be a princess. I wanted to be a fairy. Beautiful and powerful and magical.”
There’s a wistful edge to her voice.
“I’d say you are, then, because you are beautiful, powerful, and magical.” I kiss her forehead.
“I don’t know about that.”
It’s easy to understand why she doesn’t feel that way right now. Not after what she’s been through. And honestly what comfort can I give her? I just hold her. I don’t know what else to do.
When she’s asleep again, I get up to take a shower.
I need to clear my head. I can’t let myself be so fond of this woman. It's as dangerous for her as it is for me. I can’t let any kind of affection cloud my judgement.
But Goddamn if it’s not hard leaving my bed when she’s still in it.
I try not to think about that, though, and climb into the hot shower, jerking off quickly to relieve the pressure in my balls. That woman. That beautiful fucking fairy woman.
What am I going to do if her father doesn’t come up with the money? What are my other options?
I don’t know, but I have to come up with something. The thought of Freddie or anyone else touching her like I just did, only without her consent? Unacceptable. I won’t let it happen.
But how?
