The Possessive Convict

by Celia Crown

“What’s next?” Her innocent question chokes the base of my cock with a fanatical jerk.

  I contemplate it as I keep the tip of my cock attached to her pulsing hole. I want to savor the moment when her virginity snaps around my cock, but I never want this moment to be a painful memory for her.

  I want her to become addicted to the stretch and the burning sensation when her sweet release spasms around the shape of my cock.

  “Close your eyes, Nia,” I order her with a persistent bump to test the resilience of her unused cunt.

  She does what she’s told as my hand leaves her bouncy tit. A hiccup jolts the pebbled nipples; Nia is holding her breath while she waits in anticipation. The ultimate trust is exhilarating, and it forces a spurt of cum to splatter against her sodden slit.

  I feed her greedy hole, savoring the spasmodic flutters of her folds, and the scorching heat sucks strings of cum from me.

  She whines lowly, trembling as another thick inch slides in. She’s tight, and she’s not letting go of the tip.

  This is bad. I’m going to cum before I get to fuck her into the bed.

  I snag her neglected clit and twist the bud, coercing a wanton moan from her as I thrust my fat cock inside her coiling muscles. Her eyes snap open, scared and mortified as a hot gush of slick smears on my tight balls pressed on her puffy folds.

  She whispers brokenly, begging with my name on her quivering voice. Her tight hole clasps impossibly tight at the base of the shaft, sucking and slurping the strings of cum.

  I couldn’t hold back the cum even if I wanted to, not when she looks at me with those tear-filled eyes and a voice of distressed trepidation.

  “It doesn’t hurt,” she mutters while blinking through tears.

  While I’m glad that her broken virginity doesn’t hurt, I’m in a tight spot as I topple over her squirming body. The bulbous tip shoves against her gummy cervix, the place where every drop of cum is aimed. It’s hardly a choice as her quivering walls vehemently suck the creaminess out.

  “Oh,” she squeaks shamelessly. “It’s hot.”

  My heavy breathing fans over the smooth curve of her neck as my back ripples with straining pain. My hips press my cock even deeper, spreading her slippery slit further and forcing her writhing walls to make room.

  She throws her arms around me, holding me with feeble strength as her trembling hands grasp the shirt for support. She doesn’t need that; my body is enough to keep her down while I rut her willing pussy until she’s debauched and sore with cum pouring out.

  The shirt is blocking me from feeling her perky tits. I want to feel the matched heartbeats when I fuck her and embrace that hopeless romantic nonsense.

  I’m already deep in her enchantment, and I’m fine with the need to sacrifice my soul for her.

  Reluctantly, I lean back. She whines pitifully at the loss of my weight as her hands fall to her sides. Her hips grind to stimulate her fluttering pussy while I keep her pinned with my cock.

  Her tiny walls spasm as she gets used to the large and heavy shaft sitting snugly against every spongy muscle.

  I yank my shirt over my head and sigh when a welcomed breeze brushes my burning skin. I’m not willing to part with her sweet cunt to remove my pants, so I’ll make do somehow.

  “Sergei,” she slurs prettily. “Come back.”

  I do with an eager kiss of her puckered lips. The last taste of her pussy had disappeared on my tongue as she slants her head.

  I want to eat her filthy pussy, to taste the ambrosia that calls for me. I’m a brute, and I want to press my nose to her little clit to inhale that heady scent.

  I have time to drag out her lascivious moans, use her body as a willing toy, and love her until she asks me to stop.

  I won’t. I’ll love her harder and more greedier.

  She needs to understand that she cannot walk into my life, capture me with her irresistible snare, and think it’s acceptable to believe it is love.

  My feelings for this little girl are beyond that lamentable concept. What I feel is a more profound, invasive mania that consumes me.

  “My virgin little girl,” I purr into her ear.

  She huffs, her body writhing and squeezing my cock. “Stop making fun of me. I never had time for things like this.”

  Her skin warms beneath my lips as I chuckle huskily. I clench my teeth and slowly pull back to relish the suckling of her slurping hole. Thrusting in and pulling out has two different types of tightness, she’s spoiling this selfish man with her willingness.

  “No one has touched you, and no one will,” I whisper gravely. “I’ll kill him for you, Nia. Tell me a name, and I’ll have his life given to you.”

  Using the slippery cum for friction, my cock glides through her soiled pussy and pounds into her spongy flesh. The rolling of my hips is instinctive yet calculated to ensure the sensitive tip touches the deepest part of her.

  It’s appallingly debauched when her face flushes with embarrassment. She tries to stifle her cries while I hammer through her shuddering walls for my pleasure.

  I angle the next thrust, my pelvis squishing her swollen clit and dragging over the slippery bud. She weeps meekly, tears flowing freely from her eyes as they stream down her flushed skin. Nia gasps, panting as she struggles against the weight my chest puts on her.

  She wheezes unconvincingly, “Please. I can’t—not there, it’s sensitive!”

  “You’re mine,” I manage to grunt. “Do you understand, little girl?”

  She gyrates her hips, her squelching cunt slurping frantically on my cock and smearing thick cum between us. Mine has been pushed out by my pummeling thrusts that have her keening.

  “Your body is mine to use, to fuck until you’re sobbing for me to kiss your pussy better. Your heart is mine to keep, to protect against those who want you for themselves. Your lips are mine to cherish, to have you say you love me until forever dies with eternity.”

  Honeyed slick gushes from the quivering snatch, pulling and tightening while she cries exquisitely. She shakes with a silent cry, her arms clinging to me and scratching my back as I hold her tight.

  I want to feel her heart against mine, feel it beat erratically as a result of getting fucked for the first time.

  “Can I—” she asks hoarsely. “Can you love me too?”

  I blink away the blurriness and close my eyes, relishing the new warmth of her pussy around my meaty cock while the relentless chase of her aftershock dawdles.

  I can lie, it’s second nature for a man like me. I do business that refines my manipulation skills. It’s just words, a form of comfort to her, and a cemented truth of the sincerest Sergei.

  The most vulnerable fragment of me.

  When she looks at me, tear-stained with frightful uncertainty, I’m incapable of the easy lie.

  “I already do, Nia,” I confess candidly. “I already love you.”

  She grins, strikingly beautiful and fiercely vibrant. My heart doesn’t rattle in my ribs, it sings a tune of contentment and acceptance. The weight of knowing I had fallen in love lifts my heart, and the stone of dread clears my conscience.

  This shouldn’t have been as difficult as I made it out to be. There was absolutely no reason to not accept that she will be spending the rest of her life with me.

  Maybe a precarious part of me doubts that I can protect her with a guarantee. I won’t stop being an organ trafficker, a black-market businessman selling lives that have been harvested for production pieces.

  New concerns descend into my calculating mind. I can retire from that world and live a lavish life. I have more than enough to spoil my little girl, but my unreasonable side wants to know whether it would be enough.

  It’s irrational, but the thought of her leaving me for not having more than hundreds of millions of dollars to treat her like a queen is terrifying.

  “Are you alright?” she asks softly, and it snaps me from my thoughts.

  I want you. I need you. I love you.

  Those confessions
stay in my head. My voice gives up on me, and the last defense shatters when she cradles my cheek so gently.

  “Say you love me, Nia,” I plead unexpectedly. “Tell me. Let me hear it.”

  She’s a blessed soul when she smiles happily. “I love you.”

  Her hips rock, fucking her juicy cunt on my cock as she murmurs, “Love you—really love you.”

  I slide a tongue over my bottom lip, pulling me back to reality with a hazed pinch. Those words become my favorite, and I don’t regret unearthing the tenacious truth.

  “I love you, Nia.”

  How much is too much? I don’t know, and frankly, I don’t look forward to finding out.

  “Please,” she begs breathlessly as she wraps her arms around my neck.

  “Yes,” I whisper. “Anything for you, Nia. All for you.”

  My cock twitches, jolting her soft stomach. I adore the difference between us, the power imbalance that makes her crave my throbbing cock. I had doubts that she could fit every inch of my meaty cock in her tiny hole, but she made me proud when she powered through it.

  She’s a good girl, a very lovely doll to be used.

  I love her, but I also want to ruin her for other men.

  That hypothetical scenario doesn’t work; she’s mine, and I’ll kill the entire population before they get their filthy hands on my precious girl.

  She raises her hips, rocking in tandem with my lethargic thrusts as she grows impatient. Nia scratches my back, leaving thin lines of her possessiveness as she pants heavily.

  “Touch your clit, little girl,” I coo vilely. “I want you to cum on my cock.”

  I want to feel her gripping cunt splash filthy juices on me while the bulbous tip slams into that pliable spongy spot. I know where to find it, and I will make her cum again by force if she doesn’t do as I say.

  Good thing she is a good girl and listens. Her tiny fingers leave my broad back and slide between us to graze her swollen bud, her knuckles rapping against my pelvis as she circles her clit clumsily.

  She lacks skill and makes up for it with enthusiasm. Every time she presses down on her clit at the right angle, her puffy walls seize my cock mercilessly, leaving a painful wrench in my stomach.

  I need to cum in her freshly deflowered pussy. The innate need to breed her innocence and taint her beauty is pinned to my rattling heart.

  She would look incredible stuffed with my fertile cum—so fucking pretty.

  “Sergei,” she chants under her breath as she grates her pussy further down on my shaft.

  Her release comes. The plushness of her cunt strokes with restless caresses, tightening into the ridges of my cock while the heavy vein pulses angrily. Trickles of glutinous white cum web on my thickness, a ring of frothed creaminess sitting at the base while my balls jolt against the slippery folds.

  “Love you,” she slurs dazedly.

  On impulse, I break the skin on her lip as I sink my teeth into the softness. A deep groan resonates in my ribs, my hips fucking through her release and pounding her stringy cum out to make room for mine.

  The thick tip of my cock kisses another gummy spot insistently as the first twitch shakes my entire frame. Watercolors blend the beauty of her debauched, drunken features.

  I can’t see clearly, but I can feel every fiery nerve hanging by a thread as spurts of potent cum fill her tiny pussy with vehement throbs.

  A tremor rolls down my spine as I fall on her, my weight punching the air out of her lungs as she wraps her arms around me.

  The moment of silence stays as her breathing evens out, and the erratic spasms lean off. However, my cock is still too hard to let the chance go. I shift, and she winces, murmuring about soreness and being too full.

  Cock-warming will work fine for now. I don’t plan on letting the virile cum escape. She’ll have torrents coming out of her stretched hole, and I’m tempted to look at the reddened cunt.

  If anything happens, I can scoop the cum back into her pussy and plug the hole with my girth again.

  “Nia?” I whisper, trying to garner her attention.

  She’s quiet as her breath moves the hair by my neck. My brows furrow when I look at her delicate features softening as she sleeps serenely.

  We’ll need to work on her stamina. This is intolerable. I’m not nearly satisfied with one round, but I must consider her inexperience.

  It’s good that she’s my Nia, and I’m capable of forgiveness. Only for her, everyone else can face aloofness.

  Ah, yes, business. I nearly forgot.

  Sliding my cock out with a dirty squelch, a stream of messy cum squirts through the swollen hole that somehow accepted my big cock. It was an obscenely tight fit, but it was the most gratifying choke of heat.

  Fighting the reluctant shaft into my pants, I end up with a mess on my hand as I stare at the glistening wetness.

  I brush my tongue over my lip and hum with riveting scrutiny. Her peaceful face is missing something. Clicking my tongue, I swipe the cum-soaked hand over her cheek to brand her with the fruitful beginning of the next chapter in our lives.

  I have much to prepare for.

  Bringing her sundress back to the bed, I dress her and hide her nakedness from my eyes. Admittedly, I slowed the process significantly when I couldn’t tear my greedy eyes from her puffy pussy.

  I tuck the blanket neatly under her chin and shove the corners under her sides. She doesn’t stir or make any noises; she just sleeps without a care in the world.

  I pocket her panties after staring at them for an embarrassingly long minute to assess the options. It raises the flatness of the pocket as I finger the lacy edges.

  A sigh of loathing filters through my nose when I hover over her tranquil face. Her nose scrunches, and I rub my thumb over the crinkle on her forehead to relax her.

  I must tend to urgent matters.

  “I’ll come back for you.”

  I linger at the door and peer over my shoulder to watch her chest rise. Resolute determination makes me take one indecisive step out the door; the next one is equally difficult.

  I lock the door firmly from the inside to stop my foolish temptation to go back.

  I’m doing this for Nia. We’ll have a peaceful life soon.

  I head down the stairs and go around the corner to the register counter. I scribble a note for when she wakes up and finds me missing. I’ll earn her forgiveness when I’m finished with a matter that has been on the backburner for too long.

  Maybe she’ll cry.

  Who knows?

  The regrettable thing is that I won’t be here to witness those pretty eyes twinkling with tears.

  I put the note under the pen holder and leave the counter to check the windows. I keep them closed and locked, then securing the uncooperative backdoor to my liking.

  I take as many precautions as possible before stopping by the front door. The sign is flipped, implying she’s occupied elsewhere.

  Pulling down the small blind to prevent eyes from peering in, I open the door and step into the sunlight.

  Impassive coldness finds the same home that it had been ousted. My peaceful heart now embracing the impersonal discipline and homicidal aggression.

  Where is the boy who got away?

  Dakota, was it?

  Yes, a waste of my time, indeed.

  Chapter Nine

  Nia

  My eyes snap open.

  I had a nightmare. I dreamed I forgot to deliver the flowers on time, and the mayor’s daughter made my life a living hell.

  I sigh in relief as I stare at the white ceiling. It feels like a ton of bricks had fallen on my body when I turn on my side. Everything aches, but the worst part is between my thighs.

  Gasping, I lean on my elbows and jerk my head around the room. There’s no sign of Sergei, the faint heady scent of him left some time ago. I struggle to get my arms out of the cocoon and climb on my knees.

  Then, a spurt of stickiness spills out of me.

  “No,” I whisper in defe
ated mortification.

  Sex was not a dream. It was real, just like the soreness pulsing inside me that is begging to find the shape of his cock again.

  Cum pools on the mattress, the thin sheet can’t stop it as some slides towards my knees.

  “Sergei?” I call out, and silence greets me.

  I frown at the strangeness. It’s still bright outside, and Sergei never goes out during the day. He usually takes a walk at night; he doesn’t want to get cabin fever, and it limits the chances of being seen.

  Honestly, I think it’s even riskier at night.

  If anyone sees him, he’s just a vaguely shaped behemoth. Many people in this town think Big Foot is real because an article from the sixties had mentioned a silhouette of something massive in the woods.

  There’s going to be a hunt for Big Foot, and Sergei is not the easiest person to hide with his outrageously colossal frame.

  I strain to listen for any commotion downstairs, but there isn’t any. The sounds I hear through the closed window are cars and my neighbors’ loud voices.

  They’re gossiping again. I wonder what has gotten them heated up this time.

  I yelp as realization smacks me. Today is the woman’s wedding, the biggest thing happening in town.

  I fight the tightly wrapped blanket and make a run to the drawer for a pair of underwear. I can’t find my old panties and I’m in a time crunch; I’ll find them later.

  I also want to get cleaned up, but I decide against it as I pull the panties up over my thighs. The fabric dampens with stringy cum, forcing my pussy to sit in mixed juices that bring shameful heat to my cheeks.

  Smoothing my dress down, I shudder when a violent tremor flies down my spine. A soft humming in my veins shakes my heart; the aftermath lays deep in my bones while it controls the riotous desire.

  I want more.

  Breathing deeply, I open the door and put my shoes on. The trip down the stairs is nerve-wracking, I don’t know how to face Sergei without dying of embarrassment.

  I was promiscuous when I was under him, writhing and begging for more of his meaty cock. It was intense and scarily intimidating, but he never brought an ounce of pain to me.