Sweet Tarte (Sweet Enough to Eat, #5) Read online

  “Amazing.” I want to just let her do what she likes, but I’m nearly insane from the other desires pounding inside of me. “But I need more, I need to taste all of you.”

  I move myself down in front of her, reaching around to the zipper of her skirt and releasing it, tugging it down her long legs and tossing it aside onto the cream colored rug. Then I do the same with her beige panties, now soaked with a dark circle between her legs.

  “I’m keeping these. Forever.” I take the cotton undergarment, press it to my nose for a long breath, then settle it in the inside pocket of my jacket before I strip out of it and lay it on top of the skirt. “Take your sweater off.” I demand as I loosen my tie, then unbutton my shirt, throwing them both on the pile, my eyes pinned to her as she pulls the soft green fabric from her body, nearly doubling me over at the beauty of it all.

  I reach up, around the back of her and release the plain beige bra, letting her full tits free to sway before settling on her slight torso.

  “I see you wore your best for your date.” I say sarcastically, pride swelling inside of me at the knowledge that she had no intention of letting that slimy fuck see her in her underwear.

  She giggles, her arms fluttering around as she sits naked before me. “I don’t have anything much better, to be truthful.”

  “That is going to change. And you will wear it for me. I will buy you things that will please me and you will be my perfect, beautiful toy sometimes.” I kiss her again, until I can hardly breathe as all the filthy images slam around in my head, making me feel like an animal, but I can no longer control myself.

  She shivers as I lower my face down her body. My tongue licking at her flesh, memorizing all the flavors of her skin.

  I move my hands down to cup her ass as I pepper kisses on her quivering belly until I pull back and admire her pink masterpiece.

  Awestruck, I shake my head. “So fucking beautiful.”

  Her folds open as I shove my shoulder between her thighs, my dick so greedy to get inside of her, but I need something else first.

  “I’m going to give you all of me, Victoria, but first, I need to taste you. Completely. I need your sweet flavor burned into my brain, ruining me for any other decadence from now on.”

  I crouch down a few inches lower, keeping my eyes pinned on the prize before me. She’s drenched, even her inner thighs slick, making my mouth water.

  “You will belong to me.” I grunt. It’s a statement, not a question, but I glance up to see the desire in her eyes. Her lips parted.

  She is my drug. One hit, and there will be no turning back. No rehabilitation.

  On a growl, I devour her pussy, her slick honey sweeping over my tongue, and all I can think in this moment is...

  She is mine.

  Her pussy soaks me in an instant. Her body already moving against me, and it’s so fucking perfect and warm and wet my head is spinning.

  My balls twitch and my cock throbs at the thought of being inside her, bare and raw. Of filling her with every inch as I listen to her screaming, watching her drip with what I give her.

  I look up to see her holding her huge tits in her hands, her nipples hard and bigger than I thought before, and I remind myself to be sure to get my mouth on them when I’m fucking her.

  I part her folds with my tongue, finding every sweet spot before I wrap them around her clit in a direct attack. Her whimpers grow louder as she arches her hips, her body begging for more—which I will gladly give.

  She’s twisting and humping my face so hard, I’m sure she’s bruising my lips, but I don’t give a fuck. I answer her movements with my own, jamming my tongue into her tight virgin hole. The feel of her unbreached opening on my tongue has my dick dripping cum as her moans raise the roof.

  I’m sure anyone close to the room can hear, but I don’t care.

  Not even do I not care, I’m fucking happy about it. I want them all to know when I march us out of this room that I’ve claimed what is mine.

  I jab my tongue in and out, holding her thighs open as her virgin cunt squeezes tight, her body going rigid.

  “God!” She screams, so loud I’m glad her thighs are clamped down on my ears, otherwise I might be deafened.

  Her body starts twisting and bucking as her climax takes her for a bronco ride. Her arms fly out, then swing back, her hands gripping and tearing at my hair as a gush of her pussy honey sprays on my face and into my mouth. She’s still shaking and screaming as I swallow every drop I can manage while riding out her orgasm, knowing nothing will ever taste as good.

  I hate that any of it is wasted, dripping down my chin and onto my bare chest. Her hole feels like it’s holding my tongue hostage as it pulses and grips, and I’m not sure how such a small opening will take my meat without fucking snapping it in two.

  The sensations searing through me are better than any orgasms I’ve had before. I’m half frightened about what will happen when I finally do cum inside her, I might fucking keel over from the pleasure, but it’s a risk I’m willing to take.

  My head is pounding in time with the pulse beating in my cock as she stills and melts into the cushions. I’m moments from completely claiming her and it will be a first for me as well.

  I stand, rubbing her slick juices into my skin as her hazy gaze trails up, watching my hands as I work my belt, then my trousers down and off my feet, taking that extra second to peel off my black socks because I don’t want anything between us.

  Her eyes widen when she sees what stands out, seeping cum for her.

  “Oh my God.” She looks to my face, then back down.

  “Have you ever seen a cock before?”

  She nods, and fury rises up inside me, but as quickly she shakes her head.

  “Not like live and in technicolor. Only in a picture, and a couple stupid porn things I watched. I’ve never seen one in person, and oh my God.” She looks back up at my face like she’s seen a ghost. “That’s never going to fit inside me.”

  “It will fit.” I grit out, determined to make it so as I stare down, her legs still spread wide. “I can’t say it’s not going to hurt like hell the first time though.”

  Inside, I’m secretly fist pumping the ceiling, because it’s true. I’m going to tear up that cunt so she will always remember her first time, knowing my cock owns that pussy now and forever.

  “You want this cock inside you, don’t you? You want to feel every inch. Know when I cum inside you, you will belong to me completely, Victoria. I’ve never felt that before, but I want to feel it with you. As crazy as all this sounds, it’s what I want. And what you need. Isn’t it?”

  “I do.” She breathes, the words barely a whisper as she stares at my cock.

  I reach down and grip the base, giving it a few soothing strokes. Her scent is still on me, driving me crazy as I lean down to give her sweet pussy one more long slow lick. Gently, I flick against her clit, making her wince as I take my seat beside her, reaching for her hips as I guide her over to straddle my hips.

  Her sex glazed eyes drift down to my cock as she lowers a hand down my chest, her fingertips grazing just above the tip as she looks over at me.

  “Touch it.” I direct, and the first contact sends a jolt of electricity down into my toes. She rubs the slick drops of cum around, then up and down my shaft. A moment later, it’s two tiny hands stroking me, up and down, up and down, moving the skin over the steel rod beneath, and I close my eyes as I let out a grunt.

  When I open my eyes again, she’s watching my face while jacking me off, and there’s never been anything that felt more perfect. She’s innocent and wicked, a combination that is impossible to beat, and I intend to enjoy it for the rest of my life.

  “My heart.” I move my hands to her tits, giving the lush flesh a squeeze before I glide my fingers slowly down to her hips and lift her, needing to be inside her, balls deep. “I need you. I need your pretty little wet cunt wrapped around my cock.” My heart is slamming around in my chest, pounding so hard my ears are
ringing.

  She shifts with my encouragement, raising her hips, her tits swaying so close to my mouth I can’t help but suck one dark pink nipple betweeen my lips as the heat from her pussy brushes the tip of my cock, making me bite down.

  She yelps as streams of her hot slick honey coat my head, running down my shaft. I slip a hand down to the base and hold my cock up and steady, taking her other nipple into my mouth and giving it the same treatment before I release and look up at her face.

  “Look at me.” I groan as her opening tenses around the tip of my dick.

  Our eyes latch to one another, her mouth opening as she lowers her hips, her impossibly tight opening resisting, being on the receiving end of the crown of my cock, holding steady against the intruder.

  “I don’t think I can do it.” She whimpers, moving her hips in this sweet, little circular motion, drawing my balls tighter.

  “We will do it. Together.”

  Before she can nod, my hands take her hips and I thrust upward as she shifts down, and she screams so loud every fucking patron my restaurant has ever had must have heard it. But it’s enough, and my dick finally claims her virgin cunt.

  There is nothing in my life that has felt like this. Her tight opening strangles my dick, but she grinds and moves as I rise and fall until she’s taken the first five inches. A joy fills me like I’ve never believed could be real, a surge of pride that she’s mine.

  “Slow.” I hold her hips tight, my fingertips sure to leave purple marks. “I want to feel you.”

  It’s true, but I also want her body to take a second to adjust. I want to tear her up, I want to revel in the fact that no one has ever seen her or felt her in this way before, nor will they ever, but I also will never bring harm to her.

  We find a new rhythm and I look from her face to see her tits swaying hypnotically. I’m in a titty trance, one from which I never want to wake.

  “Your cunt is mine now. You know that right? All fucking mine.” I drive upward, giving her a few more inches, feeling her body soften as she moans in pleasure, and I look down to see the pink streaks of her innocence on my own slick wet length as we move together, her rising and falling, taking more of me each time, on moans and winces, as her tits bounce and put on a show of their own.

  I grit my teeth, driving in and out of her sopping wet hole until she’s taking me down to the root. I fuck her harder and she fucks me back, hissing and moaning until her face twists and her body jerks and she falls in convulsions onto my face, her glorious tits suffocating me while she cums around my cock and I can’t hold back any longer.

  This is so crazy. Her inner walls are milking me and I want all of my soldiers to march directly into her womb the first time around. She gushes around me as I grind upward, holding her hips down onto me as she sobs my name, cumming again, begging me for more, and I give it to her.

  I want to wreck her in this moment. It’s savage, but she’s turned me into this animal, hell-bent on breeding himself into her virgin body.

  My balls start to seize as I deliver jet after hot jet right into her cervix. My hot seed fills her, dripping out and down as she pants, her pussy clenching again as she cums, milking more of me into her eager womb.

  Stars dance in my eyes as my orgasm explodes harder, longer, more fulfilling than I’ve ever experienced before. I feel like I’m delivering my soul into her for safe keeping.

  I only pray she feels the same, because right now, I realize, I don’t think I could ever live without her.

  7

  Victoria

  “STAY HERE!” DIMITRI half yells, struggling to dress as the scream of a fire alarm upends our heady sexual moment.

  I grab for my own clothes as he manages to get himself put together in record time.

  “What if it’s a fire?” I manage, getting my bra and panties on, but he’s at the door.

  “I’ll never let you get hurt, I’m sure it’s just a kitchen fire... Just...I’ll be back for you!”

  With that, he’s out the door. As it closes slowly, I see a few staff scurrying by and the chaos of the diners panicking over the alarm.

  I tug on my skirt and sweater, find my shoes and my purse, and stand there for a moment looking around the room where I’ve just given my virginity to a near stranger.

  An eerie feeling comes over me. Maybe it’s the adrenaline drop, but a darkness feels like it’s closing in around me, the pain between my legs reminding me of the risks I just took.

  I’m shaking when my hand pulls the door and I rush out and down the stairs into the frenzy. I don’t see Dimitri anywhere, and I follow a crowd toward the front door as the staff help to keep the situation as calm and organized as possible.

  From behind, I hear two of the waitstaff talking, and my heart falls to my feet.

  “He had someone in the private dining room. He came running out of there barely dressed...”

  “He has a lot of people in the private dining room when he’s in town. I heard last week, it was Pamela Reynolds, that model. And Clarice, the girl he fired tonight, told me she heard he had her with him at the Atlanta restaurant a few days before that. He gets more action than Hugh Heffner.”

  I feel like I’m going to throw up as I press out into the cold night air with a hundred other humans, as the sound of sirens gets steadlily closer and a firetruck pulls into the parking lot.

  I make my way around the corner of the restaurant, feeling like I’ve just run for my life, my breath short and my heart in my throat as I pull out my cell and dial.

  “Mom?”

  “Yes, how’s it going?” The excitement in her voice only knots my insides more.

  “I need you to come and pick me up...I’ll be in the coffee shop two doors down from the restaurant. Please don’t ask questions. Just come.”

  THREE DAYS LATER, THE tears are streaming down my face, and I’m not even sure anymore what I’m so upset about. Losing my virginity to an asshole who eats up girls like me for breakfast? Losing my job as a fry cook? My mom’s rent subsidy being cut off?

  And now being kicked out of school?

  “Victoria, please, wipe your eyes.”

  I glance across at Mr. Dudley to find him holding out a handkerchief with his bushy eyebrows drawn close together. He insisted that I meet him here on this park bench, and it’s not like I had anything better to do, right? I mean, my only other option is to stay at home and watch my mom panic about where we’re going to get the money for our rent.

  Taking the handkerchief, I draw a deep breath and nod. “Sorry. It’s just this whole situation. And now being kicked out of school? I don’t know what I’m going to do. I guess find a job?”

  He sighs. “Don’t apologize. I should be the one apologizing for what the school has done. I have a meeting scheduled for this afternoon where I will valiantly defend your honor.” He grins, but then his face falls. “I doubt it will do much good, to be honest, but the way they’ve treated you is nothing short of abhorrent. I don’t hold out much hope, but if I don’t try then I’m no better than any of them.”

  I shake my head and place a hand on top of his. “You’re a good man. It’s not your fault.”

  “They should have supported you more. You have a disability. That will be my argument.”

  I’ve already told him that I’ve lost my job. I told him all about the dinner with Dr. Stumps and how it turned out. I told him about not being able to read the menu and then finding out that I was being cheated on.

  Mr. Dudley sat there and nodded through it all, without judging me or my mom over the date or the way it turned out. And then I gave him the big bombshell.

  How I allowed myself to be seduced by a man in a suit, gave myself to him and then found out that he is a complete player. That I was just the latest in a long line of conquests.

  And do you know the worst thing?

  Even as I was talking about Dimitri, I started to think about him, about the way he looks, about the way he acts, about the way he feels. And I had to fo
rce myself back to the present so that I could talk to Mr. Dudley rather than fantasizing over a man I barely know.

  But what I haven’t yet told him, is about the rent subsidy being cut off. I know Dr. Stumps is behind it. He’s arranged it as revenge for what happened. The thought alone makes me start to cry again.

  “Oh, my dear. Please. I’m going to do all I can, but even at the very worst there are other courses. Or you can—”

  “It’s not that.” I shake my head. “My mom is so angry with me. Our rent subsidy has been cut off and we don’t have the money. If we can’t find it by the end of the week, we’ll be facing eviction. I don’t want to be homeless, but even more I don’t want my mom and brothers to be homeless.” A thought suddenly occurs to me and I blurt it out. “I should go to see Dr. Stumps and ask for a second chance. I’ll do whatever he asks for. He’s liked me since forever, if I just wear something a bit sexier and make sure he knows that he’s the one for me...”

  The thought turns my stomach as I see Dimitri’s face, his words echoing in my ears, the throbbing between my legs reminding me...

  “No!” Mr. Dudley’s eyes are wide. “No, my dear. I don’t want that for you. You need money, you say? Well, I was about to say that there’s another possible avenue for you.”

  “What? Please, tell me, I’m desperate. I’ll do anything.”

  A small smile creases his lips. “Just promise me you won’t do anything like going back to that...” He pauses for a moment, as if thinking of the right word, then continues, “That creep.” His eyes darken as he looks out across the park, then back to me. Creep is honestly the most vicious insult I’ve ever heard him use, and it looks like it took a lot out of him. “Victoria, you know that I still have contacts within the catering world, from when I was a restaurateur myself?”

  I nod. He’s modest, but I know he started out as a chef, cooking for some of the world’s most famous chains. No doubt he and Dimitri Dolce Cossack crossed paths at some point, though if he remembers him he said nothing when I recounted my situation. Before he came to teach at our little college, he owned a chain of restaurants, but gave it all up for the quiet life of a teacher. He said the stress was more than he could handle any longer in his life, and he just wanted to give something back to people who hadn’t had the life he had.