"You were set to marry my father's heir. My oldest brother," She picks up a cup, "Due to unforeseen circumstances, he has died. As second oldest, it is my duty to fulfill my father's wishes." I'm still utterly confused. She takes a sip, "You will ma...
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Orion King
"I'm all yours," Ruth continues, "All of me. If you want me, you can have me," I stare down at her attire. She's still dressed from earlier today, but somehow, she looks even more beautiful than before. Fuck. Atticus was right. He's been teasing me recently about Ruth, how she owns me.
I told him he was stupid, but he was right.
"Get undressed, Ruth." It feels wrong to want to fuck her, right when she just finished reading the words of her dead mother about her dead father, but just staring at her makes my clit throb.
She does as asked, slipping her bright yellow top off, and then her bottoms. I stare in awe as she now sits on the bed in nothing but her burgundy colored bra, and panties set. So fucking perfect. "What do you want?" I ask, "Do you want me to touch you?"
Ruth smiles, "Why else did I just strip?"
"I really ought to shut that beautiful mouth of yours," I smile back at her, and place a kiss on her lips, "Take the bra off, and the panties. I want to see you, all of you." I demand, and she does.
So fucking beautiful. "Make yourself cum."
Her eyes widen, "What?"
"I wasn't lying when I said you can take it out on me. Me not being able to touch you, will drive me crazy. I want you to touch yourself for me, Ruth. Make yourself cum," It's clear that she hasn't experience pleasure before, not before me.
A woman like her. I'm surprised she hasn't been with anyone, or if she has, anyone remotely as good as I am, "I'll talk you through it," I assure her.
To my surprise, she does as asked. Her fingers begin to rub her clit, and she moans out as they do. "Like this?" She smiles, feigning innocence. She manages to slip a finger in, and moans, "Fuck."
"Yeah, like that." I admire her, "You're doing so well for me, baby. Show me what I can't have."
Another finger slips in, "What if I want you to have me? I want you to have all of me, Orion."
"I'm not going to touch you, Ruth. Not today. Make yourself cum for me, beautiful. Cum for me."
Ruth moans, "I want your fingers."
"Cum for me, Ruth," I repeat.
"I can't. Only you can make me," It's also clear that Ruth has never touched herself, "Only you."
"Then think of me," I say, "Think of my hands all over you, rubbing that tight little pussy of yours. Think of my tongue tracing your slit, and me spitting on it." Fuck. I feel myself getting aroused as I begin imaging it as well, "Think of me."
