Innocence’s Series Bundle (Innocence #1-3)(46)

This time when I wave for a cab, it comes too quickly. Eve says the address, then nestles next to me, her head lying in the crook of my shoulder. Her blonde waves of hair cover me. I softly stroke it as the cab arrives at the address.

When we get to the door, she digs in her purse for her key. When she opens it, she drags me inside with her. I go willingly. I have no interest in taking her while she’s drunk, but I do want to make sure she’s safe. I want to make sure her friends don’t bring home something or someone from the bar that could cause her harm.

I kick the door closed behind me and Eve throws her small curvy body against me. I easily catch her in my arms as her mouth goes right for mine. The kiss is fast and needy, like lost lovers finally finding one another again.

I don’t want this to get out of control, but she’s testing me. All the loneliness I was feeling hours ago fills up with her. My new mission in life seems to be falling into place.

“Where are you sleeping?” I ask, pulling my mouth from hers.

“The sofa,” she says, taking my mouth again. I waste no time taking her down onto the couch, and as her legs spread, I fall in between them. I’m careful not to crush her. I swear I’m more than twice her size.

“Please,” she begs, her little body moving under mine.

“I know what you need sweet, Evie. I’m going to give it to you since you’ve been a good girl. Then you’re going to go to sleep. Aren’t you?” She keeps wiggling under me as if she can’t control herself.

“Please,” she says again, not answering me.

I slide off her, my knees hitting the floor. I flip her over, making her squeal out as I drag her with me and make her bend over the sofa. Her front pushes down into the couch, her ass rubbing against my cock through my slacks.

I nudge her legs open further, widening them for me. She doesn't fight me. She just keeps wiggling her tight ass, wanting more. Reaching down, I push up her skirt and look down to see she isn’t wearing any panties.

“Oh, God,” she moans at my discovery.

“Answer me, my Evie,” I growl, bringing a hand down on her ass. I have no idea what possesses me, but the need to discipline her hits me strong and fierce.

“Yes, I’ll go to sleep,” she finally says. I rub the spot where I smacked her, the mark on her ass making cum leak from my cock into my boxer briefs. Fuck, I’ve never been so turned on in my life. I have no idea what has come over me.

Her.

My mind tells me. It’s something about her.

My Evie.

Leaning over her, I cage her little body under me. My chest pushes into her back. Her face turns, giving me the side of her neck, and I lick up to her ear.

“You always go out like this, my sweet Evie? Tiny skirt, too many drinks, and no panties? Baiting men?” She doesn't answer me, just pushes her bare ass into my cock, rubbing against me. Tempting me.

“Such a naughty little girl. I think you were looking for attention. Well, now you’ve got it.” I reach between us with one hand, pulling my shirt from my slacks and undoing my belt. My pants drop enough for me to free myself.

I use my other hand to slide under her, wanting one of her pert tits in my hand. Grabbing the bra, I pull it down until one is free. Her hard nipple pushes against my palm, and I grit my teeth, wanting to bite it.

“If you’re not going to wear your panties, then I guess you're just going to have to wear me,” I growl into her ear as I bring my cock to her clit and start to pump myself against it. Back and forth, my cock slides against her hard little button.

“Please,” she begs again as if it’s the only word she knows.

“Tell me you’ll never go without underwear again unless I tell you to.”

“I promise,” she moans, instantly giving me what I want. Warmth blooms in my chest. I want more.

“Tell me you’ll go to dinner with me tomorrow.”

“I’ll do anything you want.” Those simple words send me over the edge, making me cum warm hot spurts against her clit. I feel her body jerk against mine as she goes over the edge with me. She screams out my name as I ride the orgasm with her, rubbing the tip of my cock against her clit. I draw out all the pleasure I can for her.

When I feel her body go lax, I look down at her ass. My handprint is still evident there, and I can see my mark on her thighs where my cum starts to run down her leg. I wipe some up with my fingers and bring them to her *, coating her with it. Marking her.

Slowly, I pick her up and lay her down on the couch as a sweet smile pulls at her lips.

“Where are your night clothes?” I ask her, and she nods to a piece of luggage in the corner of the living room. Fixing my own clothes first, I go over and find her something to wear. I don’t want someone to come home and find her like this. Who knows who those girls will bring home.

I pull her skirt off and slide a pair of flannel PJ bottoms up her legs. I grab the blanket hanging over the side of the couch and draw it over her. Leaning down, I kiss her on the lips as her eyes fall closed. I sit down next to the sofa on the floor, open the purse she dropped on her way in during our heated kiss, and pull out her phone.

I call my phone with hers so I have the number, and then I wait for her friends to return home. I sit on the floor for six hours before they finally come staggering in the door. Drunk but thankfully alone.

I reluctantly pull myself from the floor before giving Eve another kiss, wanting just one more taste, knowing I will see her tomorrow.