The man's world spun with every hint of how responsive the young girl was; when he was admirably rough with his hands or his teeth and, in turn, her knees sought each other. When any inch of her skin brushed his own arousal and, in turn, she withdrew a sharp breath. When her wild eyes found his in the midst of a concupiscent kiss and, in turn, her breathing labored ever so slightly, but enough for the man to notice.
Everything seemed to be done in great synchronization, his lips against hers, e
Jasper's eyebrows rose as he groaned, his eyes slowly opening to meet those of Genevieve who looked back up at him with a small smile. "Daddy?" She whispered softly, watching as his hand slipped from its place on top of her head and extended flat against the mattress, as his other hand fell away from her hip before he swiped the back of his hand along his eyes. The stillness of the night still echoed through the crack of his bedroom window, along with moonlight that crept in through the thin glass—it was not hard to note that the township was still asleep, and as should the pair be.
"I want you to dominate me, tell me I'm yours,show me I'm yours," her eyes searched his as she stared up at him, short hair falling over her face and only further contributing to the flustered aspect of her angelic innocence. It was a curious topic, one that seemed to throw an odd yellow haze around the girl when his eyes fell out of focus.He wondered if he'd ever make it to heaven in that moment, an odd though even she felt. There was justthatk
Tiredly, and with a small smile of recognition, Genevieve noted muffled shuffling from over the phone line, fragmented and static ridden from the connection that lacked quality. But Genevieve did not mind, she could still detect the raspy, husky tone his deep voice always had, the one that made her knees weak and her being beg for his. It was odd, she would note, how even just the undertones of his voice seemed more sexual than his entire naked form."How was school?"
The thought alone made her heart race, and she found an additional pressure to look her best placed against her already difficult decision...Jasper paused in his steps, his eyes caught on the cardigan thrown over the back of a dinning chair that stood beneath the light of his kitchen, and a smile found his lips at the fond memory of a familiar pair of lips against his. He sighed, his hand falling from where he had been rolling up the sleeve of his dress shirt before he continued walking, only in a new direction, approaching the garment. His ha
"Hello, Genevieve," Mark smiled in response, his hands clasped before him as he forced a warm smile behind his icy eyes.It was the kind of smile that left one attempting to clear their throat with coughs and splutters, but she decided the effort was not worth the unclear outcome and settled into discomfort with grace and a warm smile of her own. "Nice party, huh?"The gir
Jasper sighed, pulling his phone away from his ear with frustration before he placed the device on the counter in defeat and took a seat on a stool by the kitchen bench. Tiredly, the man ran his hands over his face, an attempt to rid himself of the concern that clutched him.His house seemed all too silent without her; the girl he had known for the span of a few days, the girl that remained such a mystery to him and left him begging for more.
The sun that streamed into Genevieve's room and through the sheer glass of her window woke her as she stirred. Shifting onto her back, she was fully aware of a headache that obscured her vision with an angry, white haze, her eyes and chest raw."Hey," She was greeted by a soft voice, softer than the naked morning sunlight that danc
"Can I take you out for lunch?" Jasper broke the silence, his fingers working the buttons of his shirt back into place as his eyes watched the girl, sorting through her drawer in search of a fresh set of clothes.
Jasper didn't feelanythingto the new promise—the promise the pair would be back in the courtroom soon, speaking of a man half the girl's flesh. He had thought he'd feel at least a twinge of angst to the idea... but suddenly, he felt it would be nothing close to even an effort if the girl was in it with him.
"Youbìtch," The man spat the words as she tore her arm from his grip, fingertips tightening threateningly. "Just wait and you'll see me there—in fact, you'll see me far sooner than you think. You're still mine,"
Ambiguous. It was something ambiguous.The act of holding someone's eyes, connecting Irises shattered and bottomless. The act of eye contact. The act of something so v
Genevieve sighed the words, her hands clutching his, nails delicately biting the skin of his knuckles. She raised her hips from the mattress to meet his. He lowered his lips to the skin of her neck as his lengths became steady, her legs holding the man against her.He groaned against her skin as he moved between her thighs, finally lifting his lips to her own once more. Her thin moans failed to slow - lips moving against his with an unusual chorus of gasps and pleasured whimpers.
There was something oddly subtle about the way sunlight of a youth fell against the ivory skin of a familiar girl. Her frame had become kin of the sheets, Jasper's hand kin of her skin. She writhed and gasped in the light of morning, lips parted by a wide girth of breath, eyebrows knitted and fingers clasping on the dishevelled, crumpled linen of the bedding beneath her.The man lay above her, watching gasping breaths tumble from between her collarbones and through her lips as he offered her sweet, small smiles.
The man smiled with her words, hands lifting affectionately to the frame of Genevieve's face, marked by her ears. Their eyes remained fixed on one another's comfortably, breaths warm together. "You're somehow hexing, kitten,"Her heart stammered in her chest as if it were to be fumbling, stuttering at a loss of words; a loss of breath and inner balance, tipped by a shy affection as his words played with the spoiling of her heart. "I like that one,"
"Have you done your last task?""Yes,""-And how did that go?"Genevieve inhaled deeply, one leg crossing over the other, eyes fixing to the familiar, older, worn-looking man
"Okay, so; you have to work and I have to meet up with a friend to catch up on school—what time of the day does that leave us to have a little playtime?" Genevieve's question was sweet as she rolled to her other side, eyes meeting the may who lay behind her moments before, now in front.He smiled softly as she settled before him, a soft and innocent brow quirked with the tone of the question, her hands tucking around the lip of the duvet against them. Her eyes held his without fear, her gaze strong yet vulnerable and giving in a sense the man could not place.
The man's hands moved to beneath the hair at the back of her head, fingers brushing a raised scar beneath in a way strangely prudent."If the phone or doorbell rings, we're ignoring it," His eyes held hers with a sense of content, a gentle smile staining the shadows of his own lips."Can you carry me?" the girl whispered the words after a long moment, laughing giddily as the man sl