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My father sent for me and told me about what had happened with Chelsea. Christian has always been a loose cannon, I usually expect him to go off half-cocked, but I never expected something like this.

Now, where my father and I had chosen caution, we instead have a wildcard in our midst.

I’ve been sent to appease Chelsea with some presents indicative of her new freedom. I’m hoping to find her in a better mood than the one my father described.

I get to her room and knock twice before attempting to let myself in, only to find the key is now on the other side of the door. I knock three more times and wait.

When the door opens, it’s only a crack. Chelsea glances up at me with eyes that look like she’s been crying, then turns and walks away. I guess that means—Come in.

I do exactly that, closing the door behind me and then following her to the couches by the television. I place the bag I’m holding on the large, centered coffee table. “I have some things for you.”

She curls herself on the three-seater, elbow on the armrest, chin resting in her palm and looks at me expectantly. Even like this, she looks delicious.

I chastise myself for the impure thoughts I feel. I’m almost twice her age. She definitely doesn’t make it into the half plus seven rule.

I sit on the other end, reach into the bag and pull out the big box. “A MacBook pro, because…well,” I smile, “you can do just about anything with it.”

Chelsea forces down a tight smile.

I pick out the middle box. “An iPad, because…you know, reading in bed is so much easier.”

Her smile begins to grow, but still…she fights it.

I pick out the last box. “A new iPhone. I think if you sign into your iCloud, you’ll have everything from your previous phone.”

She raises her brow in shock. Yep…my father is really throwing caution to the wind here. I guess he feels like he owes her this.

I reach into my top pocket, “And last, a credit card for any purchases you need to make. Don’t go nuts, the limit is only $5000.”

“I think that’ll do,” she finally gives me a big smile, “my savings account only has $92 in it.”

“I know,” I smile back.

“So, do you feel like coming down to dinner with the family?”

She taps her chin with a finger, “Would anyone miss you if you didn’t show up?”

That’s a strange question. “Not really.”

She jumps up and I watch her head for the door—her ass looks great in those jeans.

“Sundays are sort of mandatory, but if we bump into each other during the week, that’s a bonus, so—”

She locks the door and starts back. The look on her face is nothing obvious, I don’t know what she’s doing, but I prepare myself.

The door is behind me so I have to turn around to face her as she straddles me and her tongue enters my mouth.

She tastes like peaches and cream—smooth and sweet.

I kiss her back, relishing the flavor.

It’s strange…when you can have anyone you want…then the one person you know you’re not supposed to have comes on to you first.

I kiss her back, but I leave her in control—she’s royalty. I’m just…me.

If I could…I’d put my hands in my pockets—because I want to take her every way I can.I have to control myself because I’ve wanted her from the moment I saw her.

She kisses urgently, like she wants everything to happen all at once. I want to take charge, but I’m not sure if I’m supposed to.

Her hands go into my hair, over my face…she grinds against me till my cock hurts because it has nowhere to go in my jeans.

Still, I kiss her back, because this beautiful young woman is my boss and she doesn’t even know it…and I want her more than anything.

I’ve only just met her and I’d give my life for her. That’s not the code talking…that’s pure lust.

Two days ago, I got sucked off by a twenty-two-year-old blonde at a strip club. The day before that, I nailed a nine-teen-year-old hostess at a dinner party.

I’m not short on sex, but what Chelsea is doing to me is something else. Is it because I’m not supposed to have her?

I’m aching for her.

“What’s wrong?” she stops what she’s doing and searches my eyes.

“What?”

“You’re not doing anything?”

“Yes I am.”

“No, you’re not,” she frowns, “you’re not touching me.”

“Do you want me to? Chelsea, you don’t owe me anything just because I brought you this stuff.”

She huffs, “Antonio, I could give a fuck about all thisstuff. I’m grateful, yes, so thank you, butthings have been really fucked up since yesterday and I need to feel something. I need to know that I’m still alive.” She gives me the most innocent look ever, “I like you. Don’t you like me?”

“Do I like you?” She’s got to be kidding. “I more than like you, Chelsea.” I take hold of her and kiss her deeply. I make it last…and it’s something I haven’t felt in a long…long time.

She keeps grinding on me as we kiss. A minute later, she pulls back. “Show me,” she takes her t-shirt off, turns to the side and lays down on the couch.

I’ve got the most stunning woman in the world in her brassiere, jeans, and socks. I don’t care what’s right or wrong anymore. She looks like a meal. Those tits look fucking amazing!Glad I skipped dinner.“Alright, I’ll show you.”

The flesh of youth is a thing that comes but once in a lifetime. It’s not to be wasted.

I taste every bit of the skin on her belly, moving slowly upwards till I’m between her breasts and can bury my face there. The scent is exquisite. I’m so hard for her.

I go to her mouth and kiss her once more, taking my time to savor her fresh, sweet lips.

When I look into her eyes, I learn a truth about myself—I am her servant.

She has me under her spell.

She could command me into the fires of hell and I would go willingly to please her.

I lean back so I can undo her jeans. I do it slowly and watch the smile grow on her face, then pull them off to reveal legs that can only be described as a stairway to heaven.

I toss her pants aside and take a look at the view. Gorgeous is an understatement.

I lift her leg and kiss her ankle, then suck and nip my way higher.

I love the way Chelsea writhes and bites her lip in frustration. “You’re really taking your time here, aren’t you?”

“When you get to my age, you learn to appreciate things the right way,” I kiss the inside of her thigh and she arches her back.

She moans, “Antonio, you’re driving me crazy!”

“Good!” I smile and breathe deep at her center. “You said you needed to feel something.”

I place her legs over my shoulders and gently strip off her panties, tossing them aside. Her pussy is glistening, wet…and beautiful—like a pink rose.

I look at Chelsea, she seems afraid.

“Are you okay?”

The corner of her lip twitches and she nods.

Maybe this is new for her. I want to be more patient, but I can’t wait, I move down and put my mouth on her hot, juicy cunt and feast.

Chelsea’s moans of pleasure are like a symphony in the background spurring me on.

She’s gushing and I lap up her juices like a dog, working my tongue on her in a frenzy.

I haven’t done this to anyone in years!

When I look up at her I see her eyes rolling back.That’s exactly what I was going for.

Seconds later it’s like she’s not even in control of her own body. She’s twisting, writhing and spasming from every motion of my tongue.

I don’t let that make me rush though. It’s not a race to the finish line, I want to take my time and blow her mind!

All I’m doing is making slow circles with my tongue on her clit and it’s driving her fucking crazy!

I’ve only been working on her for a few minutes and she starts vibrating like she’s going to shatter into a million pieces!

She grabs a handful of my hair and forces me deeper. I happily oblige as she arches her back so I’ve got more room to work…I stick my tongue in as deep as I can, sucking every last drop out of her. My cock is so hard I feel like it’s going to burst.

She starts shaking and cries out, pushing at my head, “STOP!”

“What? Are you alright.”

“Whew!” Chelsea has a dizzy smile on her face. “I’d like to reciprocate. You shouldn’t do all the work.”

“It’s not work when you enjoy it,” I swipe my tongue over her clit to emphasize my point.

She squeals and squeezes her thighs shut, then bounces up on the couch. She straddles me again and kisses me like she means it…slow, lingering and deep.

She sucks on my tongue like she’s trying to take a piece of me with her—I like it. I wonder if she can taste herself on me.

I undo the clasp of her bra and start kneading her perfect breasts. I can tell they’re just the right size, purely from the feel of them.

My mouth goes to her neck so I can taste her flesh again. I feel the heat emanating from her.

I push her back so I can suck on her tits. They’re perfect.

She forces down on the couch and whispers into my ear, “Fuck, Antonio. I need your cock!”

About time!

I thought it was going to tear through my jeans by itself!

I stand and Chelsea wraps her legs around my waist while I get us to the bed.We should have started here!

When I put her down, Chelsea immediately starts unbuckling me while I step out of my shoes and pull off my shirt.

I’m a little self-conscious. I hope she doesn’t mind the hairy chest with more scars on it than I can count. I’ve been shot, stabbed and attacked more than someone in the military, but this is the life I chose.

Now, it’s her life too. She looks at me like she’s admiring a canvas by a renowned painter.

It almost makes me stop in my tracks, but Ineedher. I push off my jeans and boxers in one go and my fucking cock leaps free from its confines. She looks impressed.I guess I’m bigger than Jax.

She takes my cock in her hands and it’s already slimy from precum. I’ve been ready for a while!

She holds it like she’s about to try and blow me, but I’ve got no time for that. I’m ready to fucking explode. I take her shoulders and gently ease her back onto the bed.

When her head hits the pillow, I kiss the inside of her thighs, then her stomach. Her delicious, succulent breasts are next, then her collarbone and finally a long, lingering kiss on the lips. She holds me firmly and sucks on my tongue—She loves that!

I pull back and lock eyes with her before I guide myself inside, slowly. Her breath catches and her eyes widen. Her pussy is hot, slick and throbbing for me.

It’s heaven…forme.I don’t know about her. She looks a little scared. Chelsea is so tight, I feel like I’m going to hurt her. “Is this okay?”

She nods ayesand then pulls me down and kisses me.

I start moving inside her. She feels better than anyone I’ve ever been with.

Her breathing is deep and matches my strokes—she doesn’t take her lips from mine. I keep my pace even and slow.

Chelsea is a queen and deserves to be treated as such—No rough antics.Missionary is appropriate.

She moves her head to the side and whispers, “Faster.”

I do as she asks. She bites her lip and breathes through her nose. I keep my forehead against hers and maintain eye contact…watching every thought and emotion pass through her.

Fear, uncertainly, pleasure and lust.

She holds my face to kiss me, sucking on my tongue the way she does. Her hips buck and roll with mine.

She whispers to me again, “Oh God, Antonio. I’m so close. Take me there.”

So am I.

I was close the minute I entered this tight, young pussy.

I change gears and Chelsea cries out. The look in her eyes is pure shock.

I kiss her deeply before I speed up, going faster and harder…her eyes roll back again.She’s loving this!

She spasms and bites down on my shoulder, but I don’t mind, it only spurs me on.

I go even faster!

I’ve been holding back a load like no other…and I’m ready to give it to her. I want us to cum at the same time.

She starts shaking and holds on so tight, it’s like she’s afraid she’ll float away if she doesn’t!

She’s cumming!

And so am I.

I thrust deep and bury myself to the hilt while a growl escapes my chest. I explode inside her, shooting all of my seed.

Chelsea’s nails rake my back and it takes three more thrusts till I empty myself completely.

God in heaven!

I’m spent!

We’re both breathing hard when I pull out and lay down beside her.

I look over at her panting for breath. She turns to me with a massive smile on her face, “Wow!”

I laugh, she laughs too, then I put my arm around her and hold her close.