Page 38 of Silver Fox Grump

Stroking it, slow and deliberate, I lazily trail my gaze over her breasts in the mirror, then return to her eyes. Always back to her pretty face.

“Can you see how hard you make me? How much I want you? You give sunsets self-doubt, Maisie, you’re that beautiful. You make kittens feel inadequate because you’re so soft and cute.”

She huffs a laugh, but she’s blushing and pleased. “What does that make you?”

“A greedy, covetous monster who will do anything to have you,” I confess brokenly. “Just a man, stalking a girl half his age, asking her to be mine. And taking you if you don’t say ‘no’ quickly enough.”

“You didn’t ask, Sev.”

I hate that she’s right. I reach around her and grab her breast, cupping it and squeezing her nipple until she gasps and wiggles against me.

“You’re the daughter of my friend, Maisie. This is dirty. You shouldn’t want a man twice your age. When you turned up at my company, sweet and twenty-one, I betrayed that trust. I moved you into an apartment I’d put cameras in, and jerked off watching your young, virgin body on the screen.” I roll my length against her arse with each word.

“Fuck, you feel even better than I imagined all those nights. You’re fresh, forbidden raspberries and cream. Would you like to know what I dreamed of as I made myself come for you, Maisie?”

“Me, on my knees, and you ramming your cock into my throat?” she whispers.

“And I thought it wasn’t possible for me to be any harder.” I drift my hand down her body, over her belly, then down. “Look at that,” I growl. “Look.”

We both regard my big hand covering her mound. So lewd and wrong, and yet so right.

Going further, I touch a flood of her arousal. I slide one finger into her folds and over her clit, and she bucks and cries out.

“I will do everything I’ve been thinking of for two years. But first and foremost, you’re going to come on my fingers. Then my cock. Then my face.”

It’s almost too easy to push my fingers into her tight wet little body, and she practically collapses in my arms as I begin to rub her, keeping up a relentless rhythm on her virgin hole and teasing her nipples too. One, then the other, pinching and rolling them.

She makes needy little sounds as I stroke her clit, and my cock is bursting with the need to fuck her. But I don’t. Not yet. I keep going with this torture for us both.

“I fantasised about burying my cock in your pussy, thrusting into you, and coming deep inside you, right against your womb to breed you with a baby so we’re a family, together.”

“I want that.” She gasps as I circle her clit harder. “Sev, please. I want everything.”

“I know, I know,” I soothe her. “We’ll do that after you come for me like the good girl you are.”

She begins to sob as the sensations intensify. As I get more impatient to feel her break for me.

“I watched you touch yourself, a perfect good girl, teasing her stalker, and even more than I longed to push you onto your back and feast on your delicious cunt until you scream, I wanted this.”

I look down at her, rather than in the mirror.

Seeing my hands on her makes this all the more real, and pleasurable. And I think it does for Maisie too, as she has one hand in my hair and the other on my thigh. My undone trousers have left my cock sticking out, but it’s forgotten by both of us as her pussy tightens on my fingers. She’s close.

“I’ve craved holding you and feeling you quake as you come. So do it, Maisie.”

She keens, so close.

“Let me feel it.” Then our eyes meet in the mirror. “I love you. Come for me.”

She clamps onto my fingers and her bliss reverberates through me as well, from my hands to my heart, shaking my core. But she doesn’t shut her eyes, or look away. She’s as compelled as I am.

I catch her as her knees give way and hold her to me.

She’s barely able to stay on her feet as I lift her in my arms, bridal style.

“What?” she says vaguely, as I leave the dressing room behind and carry her to my bed.

“This is where I would watch you from, sweetheart. Where I stroked my cock night after night, thinking of you for two long, lonely years.” I toss her onto the bed, and she squeals as she bounces. I’m on her immediately, covering her with my body. “This is where it began, this is where it ends, and begins anew.”