Destroy me

Chapter 9 - Marco - It's time for us to part

Her eyes widened at my command. Her skin flushed from more than the heat she was feeling. The command, or at least the idea of it had excited her. God I didn't even want to resist her at that point, but I just couldn't allow myself to touch. But I would dare to look.

"I want to see you." She smirked, "you can"

"I want to see all of you!" Her eyes widened again. I wasn't sure if I was scaring her, but I suppose she should be a little frightened, she had invited this. She was intrigued by me.

Then she said something I never imagined, "Tell me what to do"

I felt a smile find my lips as hers remained full with a slight sultry pout. "Let you bra drop to the floor" she watched me carefully as she did as I asked. "Now, don't play innocent, we both know you're far from it. Show me"

She sat for a moment then brought her hand to her chest. She took her right nipple between her fingers and squeezed, bringing it to a point. Then she began massaging her breast. It was perfect and round in her hand. Her lips parted and her breathing changed. She was as turned on as I was.

I loosened my bow tie and undid the top two buttons if my shirt. I wanted to touch but I just couldn't let myself. I knew I shouldn't be watching her now, but I couldn't stop.

Her other hand travelled lower, down her body and stopped above her lacy black thong. She'd hesitated, waiting for me to say something. "Do it, show me."

She moved her thong to one side showing me what I desired. She pushed her middle finger between her folds and as she brought it back up I could see it was slick with her desire, reaffirming that this was ok. Was it though? I was going to hell that was sure, I knew she was young, too young, but I didn't see a child in front of me, I saw a young woman; a young woman I was raging for.

She carried on rubbing her clit with her delicate fingers, she looked untouchable, and she would stay that way, at least for the minute. Her breathing became more ragged and her head fell back as she rubbed. "Show me more" her hand moved lower as she sunk two fingers into herself.

Her head flew up as she stared direct at me, I could see the blood raging in her eyes, "Marco, touch me. Please. I need you."

"No" I was firm with my answer.

"Please"

"No Niamh. I can't. But you can. Show me"

She persisted with her hand movements, all I could imagine was what it felt like when I'd done it, when I'd taken her the way she wanted, the way I wanted to now. But I couldn't.

"Oh, oh god." She moaned into the dimly lit limo. "Please.. Oh, I'm coming. Marco! Oh!"

God I felt like she was going to tip me over the edge. I gripped the seat and watched as she climaxed and writhed on the seat.

She relaxed into her seat and brought her hand away from her beautiful pink and throbbing pussy. "I wanted you to touch me." Her voice was small and broken. "Did you want to?"

What do I say to that? Tell her I wanted her. My mind was sobering and I couldn't be selfish about this. Oh god, what had I done tonight? It was a mess. I'd taken this all too far.

"I do. But I can't"

She grabbed her bra, "No. You can. You just won't! Take me home. Now. How dare you do that then lie to me!"

What could I say? My mind was clouded by desire and I'd had a flash of awareness of what I'd done was ripping through me. So I didn't say anything. I just relaxed in to my seat opposite her and tapped on the glass behind me.

The car's pace sped up and soon we were arriving back at the house.

I watched her the entire way home as she'd crashed after her angry out burst. She was going to have a hell of a come down tomorrow. My head was now banging. What I'd taken wasn't coke. Not what I'd want. It was weak head ache inducing shit.

I shrugged out of my jacket and wrapped it around her as I carried her through the garden and to her room. It'd likely helped I'd had one of my men keep an eye out for me. I couldn't risk anyone seeing us coming in the way we had.

As I placed her on her bed, took her shoes off and undressed her from her underwear. It couldn't be comfortable to wake up in. As I went in search for something to put on her I was distracted by her her beauty. I'd never seen anything so beautiful. Her skin was flawless and perfect. Her features looked innocent. Yet her body looked sinful.

I had to tear myself away from her so I could look for clothes, but as I did I was faced with her underwear drawer. God I couldn't go through that. It's like I wanted my mind to explode. So I unbuttoned my shirt and pulled off the t shirt I had underneath and pulled it on to her beautiful body.

I put my shirt back on. Leaving it open. But before I turned to leave I had to touch her. Just touch her face. I brushed my fingers over her cheek and lips. She felt velvety soft under my touch. God I would've given anything for her to be just older. I had to remember she was a child and what happened tonight couldn't happen again.

I turned and made a swift exit from her bedroom. God what a man I had become. She was 18. But, God I wished she was mine.