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Dane

M y mind is racing as I pull up to the house, my eyes slipping back to the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever laid eyes on resting in my passenger seat. Her eyes are mostly shut against the sun’s brightness, hiding those gorgeous silvery eyes from me.

I want to see if they darken again when I have my mouth all over her. It was the sexiest look I’ve ever seen, and I’d have killed to have had her undo my pants and free my cock earlier.

If Chris hadn’t interrupted us, I sure as hell would have taken her right there, in the roasting kitchen where I come up with new blends for my specialty line. Most people in town think I just run this small café and make up small batches of coffee, but in reality, this is just an offshoot from the full company. I opened it under a different name, so technically it qualifies to be a ‘small business’ but what most people don’t know is that I come up with the recipes for the coffee blends and then the parent company my folks created produces them in larger quantities and sells them in cafés and supermarkets all over the country.

I worked alongside them, doing what I do here, finding new blends to enhance the coffee more, until they died in a plane crash a little over eight years ago, leaving everything to me. I was suddenly bombarded with women wanting to get their hands on me and my money—trying to do it in even more underhanded ways than Pamela did when I was twenty-one.

I was twenty-nine then and hated women already after Pamela’s betrayal, and the attention finally had me ready to lose it. Just over seven years ago, I packed up, put in a managing director at the company and took off, landing here somehow after several months of waffling.

I hate the beach and the ocean, even more than I hated women, stemming from an unpleasant trip to the Maldives when I was fifteen. My parents wanted to take this grand vacation to celebrate the company’s success and drug me along on it. I was a late bloomer, only five-seven and about fifty pounds overweight. A beach was already a place I wanted to avoid but ones where there were all kinds of women walking around in little bikinis…talk about most teenage boys’ dream, but I was a late bloomer in every way, which included sexually.

I had no interest in women though and ended up being laughed at one night by the sexy girl that swam up to the hut where I was alone. My mom and dad went off together for dinner and the girl attempted to put her hands under my shorts—discovering nothing was happening, making her cruel with her words. I never saw her again after that night thank god, but the things she said stayed with me, especially as over the years I still didn’t really develop an interest in women—or men for that matter.

I wasn’t even really interested in Pamela that way, but she was sweet—or so I thought—and gave me confidence in my new six-four body. The fifty pounds that once made me overweight put me right up to average with my new height, and I started working out more, turning it from fat into muscles.

I still couldn’t get myself interested in anything sexual with Pamela even after a couple months but figured with as conservative as she seemed that it would be okay, that it would come and everything would work out somehow. The woman was nothing more than a gold-digger and I’m thankful that I caught her in bed with some jock on a scholarship in her dorm when I did. Showing me her true colors and making it easier to know I didn’t physically want her.

It made me push myself to finish college quickly and I went back to work with my parents, ignoring all women since none of them interested me in the least.

I haven’t begun to find one I wanted—until now. But how could anyone blame me for wanting sweet, delicate, delicious Celestia? Shit, even her man gets me hard, and that’s one thing that’s never happened to me until now. I mean yeah, my dick’s gotten hard when I stroked it, and I’ve woken up hard, but it’s never happened with another person until now.

There’s something so enticing about her that I can’t begin to hold back. I don’t care that we’ve just met. That I know nothing about her. That she could be a worse gold-digger than Pamela was. As long as my hands are the only ones on her, she can have all of my fucking money. There’s no faking her hunger for me. I’ve had far too many women come up, falsely claiming they were just desperate for even just a kiss to not know when it’s fake and when it’s real now. What was rushing through her in the kitchen was a hundred percent genuine.

She can dream about everything my money can buy her while I’m buried balls deep, emptying into her womb, if that’s what’s helping turn that hunger into the ultimate desire even.

The thought of breeding her, putting my baby inside her just makes my cock jump even harder inside my pants. It wants out, wants inside her and like hell am I going to slow this down now. No, the sooner she’s wrapped around my cock, with a few gallons of my cum inside her, the better.

I pull into the garage, turning off the car, and look over towards her, the little smile on her lips enough to send my balls dancing. Her hair looks darker with the sun no longer shining on it, reminding me of the night sky even more. The golden sage highlights in it make me think of shooting stars and I’d kill to have one to wish on right now, because I sure as hell would be wishing that she’d fall in love with me in return.

Fuck…I must be crazy to think that could be what I’m feeling right now, but nothing else makes sense. From the moment I saw her, every thought was about her, about making her mine. Surely after all these years, my cock didn’t wake up simply with a case of pent-up lust. It’s got to be more, and I’m hoping it can be there on both sides.

I won’t let her go easily if it’s not. She might have said she’s only here for a week, but we’ll see what she’s saying in a few days when her pussy is constantly dripping with the remnants of my cum filling her. Cause I don’t plan to be out of her for long.

I open the door, heading around the car and grab out the coffee samples from the backseat, before opening her door, smiling as her eyes open, a bit sleepily as they meet mine. “Tired, baby?” I ask, helping her up and out of the car. Her bag is on the floorboard, and I grab it up, moving us into the house as her eyes dart all around us curiously.

“A bit, we were up really early this morning and I’m not really the morning type,” she says as I stop in the kitchen, setting the basket onto the island there along with her bag. I flip on the coffeepot that has one of my house-blends ready to brew, and turn back towards her, letting my eyes slide down her long bare legs to the flipflops on her feet. Her toenails are painted a similar shade of blue as her hair and it simply makes my cock harder still, as does the tight nipples poking against the thin sleeveless white blouse she’s wearing.

“Hence the coffee?” I muse as her little nose twitches smelling it brewing. She has the cutest fucking nose I’ve ever seen and even it gets me harder still.

“It’s so good,” she sighs, her lips turning into a grin and I move up to her, stealing them with a kiss that lingers, my hands cupping her perfect face, until the coffeepot gurgles.

I pull back, moving to grab a couple mugs and fill one full for myself, trying to keep from stripping her and taking her right here in the kitchen. “Do you want cream or sugar for yours?”

Her nose wrinkles again, her face a bit aghast at the offer and I chuckle, moving to the island with the two cups, putting the corner of the thing between us, as I set the mugs down. “You like it pure just like me, don’t you, baby?”

“Cream hides the taste, and sugar makes it too sweet,” she says with a little shrug, and I laugh a bit, lifting the mug to blow on, before lifting it to her lips. Her hands slip up around mine, but I don’t let it go.

“Try this and tell me what you think,” I suggest because my go-to house-blend has hints of hazelnuts in it compared to a straight coffee bean only blend. Her lips part and she sips on it, her eyes widening, brightening with delight, and I can’t help but smile in return. “It’s one of my favorite blends I came up with, Hazelnut Surprise. You still get that rich coffee taste, but then the hazelnut gives it this hint of sweetness to ease the slight bitterness of the coffee beans but not so overwhelming, and then you get that nuttiness along with it, with a bit of an added earthy musk, which captivates all of your senses.”

“It’s amazing,” she sighs, taking another large sip, her eyes closing as she savors it and shit, I have to taste the smile that crosses her lips this time. I gently take the mug from her hands, setting it down on the island then pull her entirely up against me, tasting her and the coffee that she drank, which just makes her taste even better. My cock jumps behind my jeans, and I pull back before I do something stupid like jumping her right here. Much as I want to, I need to make this good for her and I’m liable to come before I’m fully inside her. I don’t want to disappoint her at all, make her regret only having me for the rest of her life. I can learn everything she likes to make her stay, but I need to get myself under control first.

I step back, grabbing the mugs and drop a little kiss onto her lips suggesting, “Why don’t we take these outside? We can talk, get to know each other better.”

“Okay,” she agrees easily, and I guide her out onto the covered porch, letting her take in my backyard. The house is situated on top of a hill, the ground behind it sloping showing off part of the town, while the trees along the side of the house block the view further out that leads to the ocean.

I settle us into two separate chairs on the porch, putting the mugs down on a table between them, trying to tame down my desires as we talk. Her answers to some of the basic questions such as where she’s from and where did she go to high school, if she’s in college, have me completely stumped when she hedges around them, putting it back onto me to answer instead. I reach over, taking her hand when I finish telling her about my job, bringing it up to my lips, and the little indrawn breath fills me with hunger all over again.

“It’s okay if you didn’t go to college,” I tell her, holding her hand to my chest, letting her feel the way my heart is pounding. “From what you said, I’m guessing you were homeschooled,” I add, and her eyes widen in surprise. “I don’t care, baby. Don’t need some genius or corporate ladder climber to make me happy. I’d be more than happy to have you at home every day, waiting for me to get back, urging me to come back quickly so you can climb into my arms.”

“Dane…” she hums, her fingers curling into my chest and I can’t hold back another minute. I stand up, pulling her from her chair, and lay my lips on hers, groaning when her mouth instantly parts, letting me delve into the sweet recess of it.

My hands pull her close, sliding over her until I can’t stand not being able to touch her skin. I pull back, loving her little whine when I take my lips away, and I smile down at her as I pull her shirt off over her head. Her little breasts are covered with just a thin bikini top that’s also white, cut extremely low, and I tug the bottom of it down just a little, moaning when her nipples pop out of the cups, hard and tight, begging for my mouth.

I can’t resist any of her, and I throw off my own shirt, pulling her chest against mine, teasing her with the hair on it. Her body shakes and I keep going, her eyes darkening into an intense gray storm. Her face flushes, her mouth dropping open, and I pull back, my lips sipping at hers for just a moment, before they trail down her neck, until I reach those perfect little breasts.

I cup one with my hand, my fingers teasing the tight nipple, while I suck the other deep into my mouth, pushing her higher still, until her hands are tugging at my hair. They’re not try to pull me off her breasts though, they’re tugging me to get closer, deeper, and I oblige as my hands push at her shorts, sending them down her slender thighs with ease, leaving her in just matching bikini bottoms.

My mouth moves off her breasts, my hands grabbing hers when she tries to pull me back onto them, her throat making the sexiest little moans and whimpers that just make my cock pulse even faster. It wants inside her, but I need to taste her first, before I fill her with my cum, altering her original taste forever. I swear, her pussy is always going to have me inside it, so she’ll never taste of just her again.

The bikini bottoms have little tie strings on her hips, and I pull them as I kiss down her belly, baring her as she lets out a tiny little gasp. I pull her leg over my shoulder, opening her up to me, and get my very first taste of a woman’s pussy. It’s more invigorating than an entire pot of coffee, and I lick and kiss and suck on her until her body comes apart under my mouth, her sweetness flooding it, making me simultaneously want more of it dripping down my throat, while also needing to be buried inside her just as much.

I stand, my mouth going straight back onto hers, letting her see just how good she tastes, while I kick off my jeans, the boxer brief pushed down with them, and I grab her up around the waist, lifting her sexy ass onto the ledge of the porch railing. It’s a white powder coated aluminum rail, making it smooth under her ass.

My cock is throbbing as I grip it, teasing at her pussy with its head, making her moan entirely into my mouth as I take hers again. Her pussy grips the head tightly as I push just into her, letting out a moan of my own at the incredibleness of how it feels with just this alone.

It’s not enough though, not nearly enough, and despite how tight she is, I push forward with a hard thrust, my arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her down onto me with it. I swear as she lets out a loud cry of pain as my cock flashes through something I wasn’t expecting to find—her virginity.

It makes my head spin, while the tightness of her pussy, clamping down around me sends me over instantly. I press kisses to her face as I let the orgasm come, flowing through me and out into her.

I never imagined she’d be untouched. Even if she was homeschooled it never crossed my mind that a woman as gorgeous as Celestia would be a virgin, but I fucking love that she’s mine. All mine now and I intend to keep her just like this forever.