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"When I was sixteen, I would sneak into the closet of your bedroouard fuck my maid," she informed him blithely "I’ve done this for the past several years, Ian I’"

He hid his shock well He , his eyes nearly black as hunger flared within them

"You watched?"

"Oh yes, indeed I did," she assured hi another woman I knehat I wanted Who I wanted I’h attention to keep my bed filled if this is what I want I didn’t have to coland and fucked until hell froze over But I came here, to you"

His jaw clenched

"You’re a fool, Courtney"

"And I agree with you, wholeheartedly," she bit out,back to face his and head hoet fucked just easily there as I can in your bed Hell, easier And with just as little eh his thick hair, glaring back at her

"You’re pushing me, baby So help me, you are And God knows I don’t want to hurt you"

But he was excited She could see it in his eyes, in the bulge of his pants He was so excited by the thought of taking her, ta her, that he could barely control it

She had lost control months, years before

"Are you certain you don’t feel a need to hurt me, Ian?" she asked hilows," he finally growled, his hands fisting as he pushed them into the pockets of his slacks

She let her eyelids lower, let her own hunger flow frole

"Spank ined it, Ian Puttingyou prettily not to Shall I call you Uncle Ian as I do so? Have you ever iined that? Please, Uncle Ian, don’t spankhi him past a boundary that she was perhaps not ready for quite yet But she couldn’t seeh his senses

Please, Uncle Ian, don’t spank usted hiher, hotter than ever before He could feel his cock pressing against his slacks, fighting for freedoaze locked on her all too innocent expression Sweet, pure, her face, her eyes, reflected the wonder of a fucking teenager But that was not the body of a teenager The full, swollen breasts, their hard tips pressing against the dark blue silk, pleading for his touch That was a woman’s body A woames

He moved toward her A step Two

But the innocence was still there

God help theames, sweetheart" He kept his voice low, just barely affectionate

"I like playing games, Uncle Ian" She blinked innocently as she licked her lips in anticipation "Are you going to teachher hair back behind her shoulders

"Such long, pretty hair," he whispered, rubbing the strands between his fingers and luxuriating in its silken texture before he gripped a thick swath, holding it in his fist as he pulled her head back slowly

She was breathing hard, her breasts rising and falling sharply as her dark eyes began to daze A flush brightened her cheeks as her lips parted al with drowsy sensuality

He lowered his head, tasting the honey sweetness of those lips They parted further for hiht her lower lip, licking at it sensually

"Such a bad girl," he whispered against the curves, watching her eyes closer, the dilation of her pupils, the sensual, sexual greed that filled them

But she was on overload He could see it in her eyes, her response, hear it in the breathy little cries that left her lips She thought herself so adept at hiding how innocent she truly was, that he would never know the difference But he knew And it broke his heart

"I could be" She sainst his abdo into the warirl if you want me to be, Ian"