Taking her in my arms, I hug her to me again, kissing her deep. “No,” I mouth over her lips. “Stay with me.”
She looks up at me, desperate, and nods.
Working her jeans, I open them up and slide my hand down, stroking her pussy as she whimpers, gripping my shirt.
I smile a little.
“Get going!” I shout back to the boys. “I’ll bring her home!”
My eyelids flutter at the soft, bare skin and the hot, little cunt sending heat coursing through my hand, up my arm, and through my body.
God, she feels incredible. I trace my lips over her forehead, kissing her as I rub her. “Killing the deer isn’t the only part of putting food on the table!” Noah barks. “She
needs to learn this!”
I growl as she moans.
“She’s pulling her weight today!” I yell. “Go!”
I hear her soft laugh as she trails kisses up my neck. I close my eyes, hearing the other truck take off.
Fuck yes.
I grab the back of her neck and bring her in, covering her mouth with mine as her little pigtails hang on by a prayer. I move over her mouth as she hungrily nibbles mine, and I peer over, never taking my lips off hers as I watch the taillights of the other truck disappear over the darkening hill.
The sun has already set. It’s going to be dark soon, but I don’t care.
The truck rounds a bend and then…it’s gone.
I whip off my flannel, and she pulls off my T-shirt as I dive for her neck and pull down her pants.
I just get them over the hump of her ass, pulling her long underwear with them, and look down as I stroke her bare pussy.
“No panties?” I breathe out.
Her shirt falls down both arms, and she leans back into my hold, tipping her head back as my mouth grazes down her neck, down to her firm, beautiful breasts, and down her tummy to the V between her thighs. I lick and nibble, tugging on her skin, the warmth and taste sending my head spinning.
She holds my head as I kiss her pussy and try to get her fucking tight jeans down her thighs.
“I’m cold,” she gasps.
I come back up, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her. “I can’t pause long enough to get you inside the damn truck,” I chuckle.
She sucks my lips, eating me up, but pushes away after a moment and hops up into the truck and onto the seat. She leans back on her hands and looks me at me, giving me a coy, little grin as she holds out her foot.
I smile and pull off her boot. Then I take the other one and toss them both into the bed. But as she backs up farther into the truck, I grab her ankles and pull her back down, her shirt hanging off one shoulder and the sight of her tight, hard nipples making my mouth go dry. I grab her jeans and yank them down her legs, tossing them into the front seat and she throws her shirt up there, too.
I climb in.
Slamming the door, I lean over her as she backs up to the other side, giving me room. I let my eyes fall down her body, the only clothing she has left is thigh-high white socks with a couple blue and white stripes at the top. She leans back on her hands but bends her knees up, crossing her legs at the ankles as her eyes fall, feeling shy.
One pigtail drapes over her chest, and I take it, running it through my fingers.
Please, someone stop me. Please.
I take the back of her knee and pull her leg aside, spreading her thighs open for me. Her pussy, pink and tight and beautiful, sits there for the taking, but…
Fuck.
I drop my head, losing my breath.
“I’m holding onto my sanity by a thread here, Tiernan,” I grit out. “Stop me. Please, just stop me.”
She arches up, leaving taunting little kisses on my neck, across my jaw, and up my chin to my mouth.
I meet her eyes, seeing tears in hers.
“You know why my parents sent me to you?” she asks, her voice barely a whisper. “Because you’re nothing for anyone to fear.”
I tense as she continues her little kisses.
“You would never take my inheritance before I was old enough to claim it,” she says, sick amusement in her voice as her fingers glide down my stomach. “It would never occur to you to force me to live here or,” she kisses my lips as she looks up into my eyes, “or have the balls to stand up to me—a de Haas.”
I bare my teeth, my heart pumping wildly. Excuse me?
“So don’t worry,” she breathes out. “I’m not afraid of you. You won’t take anything you want. You’re safe. Weak. My father said so.” And then she gives me a condescending smile. “I was never worried.”
She comes in for another peck, and I jerk my lips away, glaring at her.
He said that, did he?
I shoot back, grab Hannes de Haas’s little girl, and yank her ass down, hearing her whimper as she slides down the seat.
I dive down, sinking my mouth into her pink pussy and pressing her thighs wide for me.
“Ah,” she cries out. “I was joking. I’m sorry.”
I wrap my arm under one of her thighs and hold her to me as she arches her back and squirms.
“You’re what?” I challenge, swirling my tongue in steady, hard circles over her little nub.
“S-sorry,” she stammers. “I’m sorry, Jake. Oh, God.”
That’s fucking right. I want that piece of shit to hear his little girl scream my name wherever the hell he is. I want him to know how much she loves her Uncle Jake.
I suck her and lick, nibbling and kissing around her pussy and inner thighs and teasing her little hole with the tip of my tongue. She moans when I do that, and I do it again, savoring her taste and tightness. My cock bulges and seeps, and I continue eating her while I undo my hunting pants and jeans. Jesus. Just thinking about how tight she is…
She digs her nails into her thighs, and I suck on her clit, chewing it gently as her stomach rises and falls, faster and faster.
I lift up, rubbing her little nub with my thumb and watching her tits move up and down. “I’m so glad you came to live with us, baby,” I say. “You want me to stop?”
Her eyes watch my hand work. “No,” she rushes out in a whisper. “Please do it some more.”
She claws down her thighs.
“Do what some more?”
“Lick me.”
“Lick your what?” I tease, making the little bitch eat her words about me being weak.
“My pussy,” she says, wetting her lips. “I like it when you do that. Please do it some more.”
She falls back to the seat, closing her eyes and rolling her hips into my hand, hungry for me. “Please lick me down there again.”
God, what those words do to me. We should be in a bed. I fist my cock with one hand, stroking it, while I dip down to keep eating her, because she likes it so much.
I swirl and nibble, suck and lick, syncing with her breaths and going faster and harder as her lungs fill again and again.
“Yes, yes,” she pants her, opening up wider, one leg through the opening between the front seats and the other up over the back seat. “Fuck, I’m coming. Oh, God.” She shakes, her short, shallow breaths wracking through her body. “Oh, God, Jake, you feel so good.”
She sucks in a breath, and I know her orgasm is cresting, and…
I stop, my tongue paused on her clit a moment before I raise my head.
Her eyes remain closed, but after a moment, pain is etched across her face, and she blinks her eyes open. She finds me watching her.
“No,” she begs. “Don’t stop. Please. What are you doing?”
I leave a little kiss on her clit, feeling the pulse inside throb like she just ran a marathon, and I almost feel sorry for her.
I rise up, looking down at her.
“Jake,” she says, looking like she’s about to cry.
But then her hands dip between her legs as she tries to finish herself off, but I take her wrists, pinning them to her sides.
“Please.” She squirms with need.
I lean down, leaving little kisses on her stomach. “I would never take your inheritance, because your money doesn’t interest me,” I tell her between kisses. “It would never occur to me to force you to live here, because I don’t have to. You like me.”
I smirk as I trail kisses up to her tits, licking a nipple.
“So don’t worry,” I taunt. “I don’t want you to be afraid of me. I hated your fucking slimy parents, but they left me a really pretty piece of ass who likes it when I lick her pussy.”
I cup her between her legs, rubbing my palm over her clit and dipping the tip of my middle finger into her cunt.
Her hips shoot off the seat.
I push her stomach back down and do it again, swirling some wetness around her.
I slide it in a little deeper.
She arches up, grabbing my wrist with both hands. “No…”
I kiss her mouth, her soft lips loving me back. “I know. You still have your cherry. It’s okay,” I soothe her, bringing more wetness out and swirling it around her pussy. “I’ll get you ready.”
Keeping the tip of my finger inside her, I dive down again and start working her clit, bringing her back and giving her the orgasm I took away in punishment for her smart mouth.
“Uncle Jake,” she moans. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“I won’t, baby,” I tell her. “It’s yours. Take it.”
Sucking and licking, I speed up my mouth as I hear her body get more excited, panting harder and harder. I dip my finger in and out—just the tip—over and over again, and when she starts coming in for it, planting her hand on the door behind her head to thrust her body to meet my finger, I smile to myself, because she’s ready to be filled. She knows it’s what she needs.