Four

Xavier's POV

I was a damned bastard.

I had heard those words for more than half my life yet never believed them. Until now. Not until now.

My phone vibrated with a message and quickly I tapped on it like a fucking starved man. Because I was. Oh, I had been for a long fucking time.

Kira.

"Oh fuck," I leaned against the counter, viewing the picture she had sent me.

She'd cropped her face, yet her blonde hair managed to spill over her breasts. That tanned skin, fuck! She had that golden glow on her skin that made her look like honey. Honey that would melt and run down my tongue. Her breasts, oh hell, they were lovely. Perky round globes covered in a white lace bra They looked so damned feathery against her skin, cupping the beauties, making my mouth water.

"I take it you like it then" She sounded so fucking hopeful on the phone, it killed me.

"Like it?" I murmured. "You have the best set of tits I have seen in a long while, Kira."

"Oh," she sounded breathless. Ah hell, that made two of us. I was hard as hell just hearing her breathe.

When her email came in the other day, I had been knee-deep in one of the many projects I had ongoing and had been too damned grateful for the distraction. At first, I had thought it was one of those women who would do anything to get into my pants. But I had been too intrigued.

Her list had looked too innocent. Too wishful. As if someone ached to do all the naughty depraved things but couldn't do so.

And when she had sent an apology, asking me to pretend like I had never seen it, that confirmed my doubts.

I stared at the picture, hungry, and aching.

Kira Andrews, one of the top students of California University, Straight A's, diligent and so incredibly sexy she had a star-shaped birthmark on her belly, pointing down at her unclad pussy. My cock lurched against my pants and I clamped down a groan.

Lace thong. It covered over her sweet corner, disappearing behind that huge ass. Fuck me, she looked delectable. I imagined bending that ass over, tearing her thong off in a snap and thrusting right in.

She was innocent. She would be as tight as hell.

"The toys," she panted and I knew, just knew that she yearned for release. Such a naughty good girl. I couldn't wait to defile her. To own that fucking pussy and show her just how good it was. To make her submit to me utterly.

"Want to test them out love?" I hummed, tearing myself off the counter. I had no idea why I had been in my damned kitchen in the first place. She had called and I had lost all sense of time.

"Yes," she whispered and I bristled.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes Daddy," she corrected quickly.

"Such a good little girl, you deserve a little bit of heat at least. " I hummed, trying to calm my damned cock. "Take the dildo, the pink one, Kira."

"Okay," she whispered.

"Feel it, tell me, do you like it?" I asked, closing my eyes, imagining her running those slender fingers over the rubber cock and then imagining she had them down my cock instead.

"I... I don't know. I've never had one or touched one,"

And that pleased me too fucking much!

"Feel it with your mouth love," I ordered. She wanted naughty and depraved? She had sent that mail to the right person.

"My mouth?" She sounded shocked at the thought and I couldn't resist chuckling.

"Yes, baby. Your mouth," I repeated. "Suck it,"

I could hear it. The slow slurping sounds that slipped as she sucked on the dildo. It did crazy things to my insides. My cock throbbed at the thought of that pair of lips wrapped around my cock. The heat of her mouth. The sound of her tongue running over it.

"How does it feel?" I hissed trying to peg down the insane lust that flooded my system. I would have her. And then I would teach her how to do it properly. Hell yes.

She let the dildo go with a pop. I could imagine her saliva dribbling down the damned pink device. "G-Good," she stuttered, sounding rather surprised.

"You didn't think it would, did you Kira?" I pressed.

She laughed, it was breathy and made me harder with need.

"No, I didn't. But that was unusually hot,"

"I take it you are wet then?"

"I have been since you said the words "Hello Kira," She mumbled and I grinned.

Oh yes, she was perfect. Perfect for me. Perhaps it was time to switch things up. I was going to wait a week or two, and see how things with her would go.

"Can I use it now?" She asked, probably pouting with those brown feline eyes glinting with mischief.

Fuck waiting! I couldn't do that. I'd have to talk to Ford.

"Ask properly and I might consider it,"

"Oh, sorry," she said sheepishly. "Can I use it now Daddy?"

"Fuck yes you can," I wanted to march down to her street, and storm through the doors to her bedroom. I wanted to pry those legs apart, yank the dildo, toss it so fucking far away from her, from us and then sink balls deep into that twitching pussy.

Instead I was stuck in my home, aching like a madman, and listening to that long throaty moan she made while sinking the damned fake cock into her pussy.

"Oh,"

"Fuck yourself with it Kira,"

I heard her stutter and pant as she thrusted the dildo further up her pussy.

"Oh my gosh, oh- Ohhhh!"

Ah hell it sounded good. She sounded good. I couldn't wait two weeks to see her. I had to see her. My phone beeped with a notification and I groaned.

"More, baby," I urged. "Daddy has a meeting in ten minutes and he needs to hear you come."

"Yes," she panted, thrusting faster. "Oh Xavier, I can't ... It feels,"

"Press your fingers on your pussy. I want you to rub as you fuck yourself. Get that dildo wet, my pet,"

"Oh fuck," she cried, breathing heavily. I could hear the movements. The writhing in bed, crying as her pussy quivered from the pleasure.

I palmed my cock through my pants and groaned. I had more fucking self control than this. I would not stroke my cock! Not until I had her before me, beneath me, around me. Hell!

"Xavier,.. oh Daddy, I think..."

I glanced at the picture on my wall in the kitchen. Brown eyes stared back at me, her blonde hair tied up in a bun.

"Come Kira," i ordered. "Come, my pet."

Her screams echoed in my head and I closed my eyes, relishing the sounds.

"Soon," I whispered, ending the call, my eyes on the portrait of Kira Andrews on my wall. "Soon you will be mine."