Darren's POV
Diamond stood there, awestruck at the sight that lay before her eyes.
It would be hard for her to ever get that picture out of her head, especially after she had noticed the hard member that stood between my legs as an eternal reminder. I could see that she tried, though futile, to avert her eyes to another part of my body.
Her efforts were immensely lacking but as I called out to her the fourth time, she could finally wrest back her attention and focus on other parts of my body.
"Mr. King, I… I'm sorry to barge in here at such a time. I'll leave now."
And she turned around, with shivers, heading for the door. Shaking my head, I whizzed ahead of her, stopping her with a hand on her shoulder.
"Stay. Kristin was just about to leave."
Then I headed to my closet to pick out a pair of joggers and a plain polo shirt, putting them on in a jiffy.
Diamond just stood in the middle of the room, switching between watching me dress and watching Kristin walk out the door. As Kristin shut the door behind her, I pulled the shirt down my torso.
Turning to look at Diamond, she stood in the same spot with shock on her face. I walked up to her and took her shoulders in my hands, then gave her a little shake, bringing her back to reality.
"Diamond, what brought you here tonight?"
"You… you of all people should know why I'm here. What happened last night?"
"I should be asking you that. After spending the night in my bed, you made breakfast and ran off. Why is that, Diamond?"
She went silent as she bent her head down, rubbing her fingers against each other. Right now, she just looked as cute as she did when she was eleven years old.
Those days when she would run around the cottage and call me Uncle Darren, just before jumping into my arms. I never once turned her down until she turned eighteen.
I had to alter her memories; an arduous task that, by all means, had to be done. There was even a time when she forced a kiss, a kiss that I couldn't reject because I could understand her feelings.
Unfortunately, those feelings couldn't be actualized. I removed most of those memories and altered the rest. But on that night, I still wonder how it came back to her.
With my hand touching her chin, I lifted her face up and held her gaze for what seemed like light years. She just stared back as she stood there, unmoving. I could hear her heart beat even faster and her breath quicken.
I cupped her left cheek in my right hand as I let my left hand slide down her shoulder to her waist. I pulled her closer to me, and against my better judgment and years of holding back, I kissed her.
It was a really slow kiss, seemed like I was just testing the waters but I knew fully well what Diamond would do in this situation.
She raised both arms and crossed them behind my neck, interlocking her fingers. I let my left hand roam free and pushed it to the hem of her knee-length gown. I traced my fingers along her thighs before I rolled up the gown, cupping her fair, jewelled ass in my palm.
I could sink my fingers into her ass and that feeling gave me a jolt between my legs. Bringing my right hand under her shoulders to rub against the sides of her tits, she pulled me in deeper and increased the intensity of the kiss.
I felt her lips run along my lips, just before she sank her teeth into them. She was eager and in need; I could literally feel her lust run along my skin.
Breaking the kiss, I picked her up and set her on the bed. She began to unzip her gown from behind but I stopped her halfway through.
In my head and heart, I knew this was so wrong but the young, unbridled wilfulness that burned within Diamond, was too enchanting to pass up. I pulled her zip down to the end and took the gown off her in one go.
Her perfect breasts stared at me in her black lacy bra; they were so full that I couldn't cup any in a single hand. I edged closer to her and immediately took off her bra, sliding her panties off her in seconds. Her naked body was in full view.
I stood there, dazed as I never expected the girl I raised and watched grow, had become such a dazzling work of art. Her lust seemed to overcome me as I took her left nipple into my mouth while I fondled her other breast, paying careful attention to her nipples.
She moaned out my name and I was already thinking of taking her to my bed, at that exact moment but I needed patience.
She began to pull the waistband of my joggers as she tried to reach for my cock. I hurriedly took off my top and tossed it to a corner that I couldn't even bother about. I stood up before the bed and watched her crawl up to me, pulling my joggers down from my waist with her mouth salivating.
Once it had gone halfway down my thighs, my ten-inch cock sprang out and smacked her cheek. She merely smiled before she placed her hands on my cock and started a slow hand job.
My dick was still soft after the intense session I had in the shower, but I knew I could still go on. She planted a kiss on the head of my dick, before pushing half of its length into her mouth.
I could feel it hitting the back of her throat already and I was still a bit flaccid. Choking on my cock, it hardened in her mouth and she had a small grin on her face. It was clear that she had no experience in giving professional blowjobs; but what she lacked in expertise, she made good with enthusiasm.