Having Mr Alcott

SIX

Reed’s POV

I had to get as far away from Lizzie as possible.

I don't know what came over me but I knew the only place safe and distant enough was my bedroom.

Lizzie was...she was young. She was John’s daughter, and he would have murdered me if he’d known what I'd just done to his only child, his little girl. He was literally fighting for his life, for f**k's sake, yet there I was, wondering what it would be like to give that girl what she was really wanting.

Especially when those eyes pleaded with me not to stop, like I was the only person in world she desperately wanted.

Like the water she needed to survive.

I paced my bedroom, my d**k hard as hell.

My jaw flexed as I shoved fingers through my hair.

"f**k," I muttered under my breath.

"f**k. f**k. Fuck."

My hands ran across my face.

My hardness wasn’t going away, I couldn't manage to get soft, even when I knew I shouldn't have been hard in the first place.

The only thing that consumed my mind was her.

How vulnerable and excited she was for me.

How eagerly she wanted me, and how she f****d and clenched my fingers like she couldn't do without them deep inside of her.

I couldn’t keep my mind of wondering what it would have been like to replace my fingers with my goddamn c**k.

I should have, No I shouldn’t.

Would I be too big for her? Would she beg and whimper?

Would her eyes water as I stretched her?

Of course, I knew she was a virgin.

It was basic knowledge.

By how tight she was, there was no way in hell she’d have her cherry popped, and the very thought alone pleased me much more than it should have.

She was eighteen years old when she turned so goddamn irresistible and I knew she was too damn young for me, but I kissed her.

Not only did I make such stupid decision, I touched her, and fingered her tight, soaking wet, p***y.

She was so damn wet, and the feel of her set my blood on fire.

She'd barely needed to touch me and I was already rock solid.

I’d be lying to myself if I said I didn't find her attractive. She was my goddamn goddess, the very ruin of me.

She was a beautiful girl, and she had developed in plentiful ways.

I noticed so much more after touching her.

Some much more that I wasn’t keen enough to notice for a better cause.

The way her hips had filled out and how perky her t**s were.

She was gorgeous and could attract any man she wanted.

For thirteen years I had known, I knew she had a crush on me.

I could always tell. Her teasing, the jokes, and the way she’d act all bossy, like I didn’t actually matter.

Saying any little thing to annoy me, to have her piece.

It was proof of it.

And the way she'd look at me with those big, light green eyes, like the only man she wanted was me.

The only one who mattered.

I knew she wanted me. I knew it, but never much of a thought to it.

I ignored it because, before tonight, it was irrelevant and it should have been.

I'd given her what she wanted, but what now?

This was going to change everything between us.

She wasn't going to be a kid to me anymore.

She wasn’t going to be Lizzie Daniel, my best friend’s kid.

She was going to be Bits, the very woman I couldn't think straight around.

I knew I had to pull my s**t together but that was otherwise.

I could just go downstairs and f**k her senseless, like she craved, like I’d desired for so long.

I couldn't keep thinking about John’s daughter like this. I got out of my clothes and went in the shower.

After washing clean, I put on a pair of boxers and tried to get some work done at the desk in the corner of my bedroom.

It was damn near impossible when I had such beautiful t**s burned into my mind.

I couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened.

She was downstairs, most likely thinking about it, too. And knowing she was close, that I could easily just go down there and bury my head between her legs, just to satiate myself and see if she tasted as sweet as she smelled, left me rock hard. Again.

I couldn't sit around being this hard, knowing the only result would be a sad case of blue balls.

I needed to f**k something...and hence.

My fist.

I picked up the lotion on my dresser and sat in the chair again, rolling my boxers down and then putting some of it in my hand.

Wrapping my larded palm around my c**k, I blew out a hard sigh, tossing my head back and squeezing my eyes closed.

I pumped and my muscles flexed.

I went slowly at first, breathing deep as I recalled her soft moans, the sleekness of her p***y around my fingers.

How she told me she wanted me, how she touched me.

Her sweet, warm mouth.

Her hips bucking, going wild with just my fingers inside her.

The way her hair fell over her face, and her mouth gaped each time I thrusted into her.

Fuck this.

It wasn’t as good as the real thing.

I couldn't stop staring at her.

Watching her eyes roll to the back of her head.

Making her c*m for me.

I could bet a million dollars it was her first orgasm.

I pumped faster, grunting when I realized how close I was, how f*****g hard I was.

"s**t," I grunted, using my other hand to massage my tight balls.

My d**k was thick and swollen, I was so f*****g close. With only four more smooth pumps, I released.

My muscles tensed and before I knew it, my whole hand was filled with my seeds.

I rolled my thumb over the tip and then down to my shaft.

I finally opened my eyes and looked down at the mess I'd created.

There was so much c*m, white streaks were all over my lap, a few droplets in the area of dark hair surrounding my pelvis.

With a hard, almost relieved sigh, I got up and headed to the bathroom to clean up.

After a cold cleansing bath, I felt more like myself.

I knew better than to head for the door, but I was doing it anyway. I hadn't yet settled Lizzie in.

Knowing her, She'd stay there until I finally came for her; that was just her way.

I re-entered the sitting room and found her holding my phone. The look on her face was pretty damning.

She glanced up and handed the phone to me.

"Your girlfriend called," she said, her tongue licking her teeth.