by Jessa Kane
“Raider,” she breathes, searching my face. “Can I tell you something?”
“Anything.”
The curves of her feet come to rest on my hips, rubbing side to side, and I groan long and loud “When I fantasize in the dark, alone in my room, I don’t think about nice things,” she whispers. “Sometimes I think it’s because of the…activities that go on in my house. But other times I think there’s something wrong with me.”
Am I hearing this correctly? This slip of sweet and light thinks there’s something wrong with her? “Ain’t nothing wrong with you,” I rasp, wishing I could smash her insecurities to pieces with my fists. “Tell me what you think about in the dark, alone in your room.”
A flush creeps down her neck, shading her tits. “Not sex. I wouldn’t know where to start, really. Yet.” Her voice drops so low, I have to bend my head down to catch every precious word. “I think about someone protecting me. In the brutal way you do it.” A pause. “I dressed like a boy because I always felt like someone was watching me. Warning me to stay covered. Or else. And I loved it.” My balls jerk tight, air rattling in and out of my lungs at her confession. “Was that you? Warning me all the way from prison?”
“Yes,” I growl, reaching down to grab my cock through my jeans, rubbing the heavy bulge of it against the tiny strip of her panties. “And were you a good girl, Delilah? Did you keep this safe and tight for me?”
The streetlight flashes outside the van, giving me a hit of dilated pupils, glazed eyes and flushed pink virgin. “Yes, b-but I don’t understand. We never met—”
I put a stop to the searching question by stamping my mouth over hers, letting my tongue push between those tempting lips. She makes a mewling sound that goes straight to my head, and finally—fucking finally—I let my hips drop. And I hump that sweet pussy, drunk on the knowledge that it’s all mine. We never met face to face and she still felt the force of my possession from miles away through the cinder blocks. Maybe there is a God, after all.
Power and gratitude flows in my veins as my hips work in a frenzy. I’m not going about it quietly either, snarling and snapping my teeth with the force of my lust. Delilah doesn’t seem scared by my baser qualities, though. Not with her smooth thighs parted wide, her tits shaking with the impact of my dry rutting.
Shit, it ain’t dry for long, though. In no time, the fly of my jeans is soaking wet, along with her panties. And it’s not just precome doing the honors. “I can’t believe you’re wet for me.” My mouth rakes over hers in a frantic rhythm, our tongues mating in a way that seizes my chest. “Thought I’d have to use spit and muscle to get inside your pussy.”
As soon as I say the words, I need a taste between her thighs.
I grow crazed for it, my vision dotting with black spots.
Savoring one final kiss of her mouth, I crawl backwards and get my first up-close look at damp, white panties, twisted and stretched out from my humping. Lips peek through the opaque material, making my mouth water, my cock releasing a spurt of ejaculate against the inside of my jeans.
And I dive in, wasting no time in feasting. I’ve been fasting far too long.
CHAPTER FIVE
Delilah
Well, consider my theory proven correct.
Raider doesn’t want to hurt me. Not at all.
His mouth is the only proof I need. I’ve never envisioned a man’s mouth between my legs. Actually, the whole business made me giggle. Until now. Holy shit. Is this what my brother’s friends get up to in the next room? No wonder there’s an endless supply of women in our house.
None of them can be as good as Raider with their mouths, though. No way. Instinctively, I know the brand of selflessness Raider is showing me is not typical. His eyes are closed so tight, the lines on his forehead are now deep trenches. Sweat beads on his hairline; his hands massage my thighs gently, as if they’re made of rare crystal. And his tongue. Dear God, it’s huge just like the rest of him. He doesn’t even have to move it to reach every inch of me.
But he concentrates on my clit, that place I rub some mornings in the shower. Or when the moaning in the next room turns me on. I think I’m…wait, I know I’m screaming. My ears aren’t lying. His name wrenches up out of my throat again and again, my thighs clamping around his massive neck. I can sense his surprise that I’m enjoying it, which is insane. Insane. He’s licking me right there. Up, down, right, left, circling, circling, circling until I’ve ripped the fitted sheet off the mattress.
When his surprise ebbs, replaced by a melting kind of ecstasy, that’s when the real fun starts. His rough cheeks and shaved head abrade my thighs as he slants his head, working his tongue inside me, jigging it around.
“Raider. Oh God. N-no…yes yes. No. Yes.”
Whatever. I could recite the Pledge of Allegiance and he wouldn’t quit. He’s devouring me, sliding his tongue in and out, working my clit with the meaty pad of his thumb. I’m dying. I’m dying. Tears roll down my temples, and a deep, personal place inside me starts to quiver.
“Fuck me, Raider. Fuck me.”
Yeah. I said it. I don’t know where the pleading command came from, but I meant every word. Maybe I’m dreaming or allowing myself to believe my own fantasies, but I can’t shake the new belief that this man is why I waited. Why I felt compelled to cover myself and shun dating. Or any male attention whatsoever. My savior was hidden inside the scary enforcer, but he’s been revealed to me, and now the whole package is beautiful. He’s huge and beautiful and, fine, still pretty scary. I want him, anyway. Want him on top of me, claiming me, rewarding me for being a good girl. Using me to relieve his lust. Lust I stirred up.
He moves into my blurred line of vision, whipping off his black T-shirt…and my sight clears with a vengeance, out of desperation to see the body he’s revealed. Backlit by the flickering streetlight, staring down at me like a predator, he’s like the God of Wrath come down to earth for violent revenge. The sheer size of his arms, his basketball-sized biceps, is arresting, but then his chest screams for my attention. It’s bisected with scars and rough tattoos; he’s intimidating on an otherworldly scale.
Don’t even get me started on the mountain of flesh protruding from between his legs. I can’t imagine how he’s kept it zipped in his jeans so long. It looks painful. Almost like a punishment he’s inflicting on himself. That huge part of him is what I’m asking for? Am I in over my head?
“Fuck you, Delilah?” He lifts a giant hand, pinching his zipper between two fingers and lowering it, slowly. There’s nothing slow about the way his erection frees itself, bursting out of his jeans and slapping against the slab of his abdomen. Bigger than I thought. Christ above, it’s bigger than I thought. “Is that what you said to me? While my tongue was jacked up inside your tiny cunt?”
“Yes,” I whisper, no earthly idea where I get the bravery. Maybe because he’s trying to hide his hopefulness, but I see it anyway. “That’s what I said.”
Something equal parts dark and light glimmers in his eyes. “You’re looking at me. All of me. My cock. My face. This fucked up body of mine. And you’re still willing to open your legs, flash me that tight, virgin pussy and let me fuck it bareback?” He grips the root of his enormous manhood and strokes—once, twice—moisture beading at the tip. “Is that what you’re telling me, Delilah?”
I’m not sure what shakes me up more, those words he said to scare me or watching a little more of his wall crumble. Both come from the same place, though. I feel it. Sense that this poor man has never been wanted. Nowhere near like I want him right now. Instead of giving him a verbal answer, I drop my thighs open and savor that seismic shudder that passes through his god-like frame, his hand stroking faster on his arousal.
“I don’t…” He heaves a gusty exhale, falling down on top of me, catching himself with his free hand before his mass can crush me, the other one still working between his legs. Faster. Faster. “I don’t want to hurt my beautiful doll.”
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“You don’t know that,” he groans between clenched teeth, the thick tip of his erection planting between my folds. “It doesn’t even matter that I’ve been locked up, don’t you understand? It’s you. Tonight or three years ago, it would have been the same. I’m going to get inside that little warm cunt and lose my fucking head.” An inch of his flesh slides inside me like a warning shot. Stretching me. “Ahhh. Shit, doll. I’ve got enough come saved up to fill you nine times. Please don’t let me hurt you getting it all in.”
Maybe everyone is right and young people don’t care about consequences. Because I’m pretty sure Raider just told me I’m going to be pregnant soon, and it sounds like a great freaking idea right about now. Wouldn’t that be the ultimate way to show this man he’s worthy of love? Haven’t I been secretly waiting for him all this time? I run my hands up his Goliath-sized pecs, sliding my fingertips through his crisscrossing scars. Watching his eyes roll back in his head, I spread my thighs wider and roll my hips. “It’s all for you, Daddy.”
Don’t ask me where that came from. Either I have some issues I’m unaware of or there’s something about Raider that makes me think: caretaker, provider, owner. Maybe it’s both and neither one is wrong in this moment between us. A guttural roll of thunder rolls out of him when I use the title, his erection plumping, his stacked muscle body jerking. “If you hadn’t already sealed your fate, Delilah, that would have done it.”
He strokes into me with bone-rattling force, robbing me of breath. There’s a knife of pain in my middle, an uncomfortably full sensation, making all my nerve endings scream. My legs scrabble on the mattress, hips shifting, trying to find an easier way to endure the giant rod of throbbing flesh pinning me down. There’s no escape, though. Being inside me doesn’t seem to be any easier for Raider, either. He’s moaning loud enough to hurt my eardrums, his tree trunk arms shaking, chest muscles rippling in patterns before my eyes.
It’s obvious he needs to move. Hard. But he’s holding back for me, and that’s what I focus on. His tortured expression, his miserable grunts. My pain is more important to this giant than his own. “You’re giving me everything and I ain’t doing right by you,” he says in a ravaged voice. “What kind of daddy fucks such a beautiful doll in the back of a van?”
His question creates a rush of wetness between my thighs. Being beneath Raider feels right, but I am in a dangerous part of town, being taken in an alley. My panties are stretched out to one side, my breasts covered in suck marks. This giant killed a man to get me back. I’m coveted. I’m being used for pleasure. And apparently tonight is for learning a lot about myself, because I’m suddenly so turned on by the situation, the pain begins to lessen. More and more.
“Kiss me a while? Please?” I run my thumbs over the harsh planes of his cheeks, down over his Roman statue lips. “Your mouth makes me feel so good.”
Raider lowers his head, grunting against my mouth to ask for entry. I open for him without hesitation, meeting his tongue with my own, rubbing the wet pads together in a sensuous movement and slowly, slowly mimicking it with my hips. An inch of his rigid length slides out of me, and I shimmy back down. Once, twice.
“Not right to toy with me like that,” Raider growls. “Feels great. Looks great, too, watching you wiggle around like a goddamn cock tease. But it’s only reminding me it’ll feel even better when I’m rocking this van from fucking you so hard.”
“Maybe you should do it,” I whisper, curling my fingers in the sheets, as if holding on to them for dear life is going to save me. “Show me how strong you are.” His nostrils flare, his jaw flexing. There’s resignation in his green eyes, his control vanishing. But there’s excitement, too. Eagerness and anticipation. “You don’t want to hurt me, Raider, but…there’s a secret part of you that wants to hear me scream. Isn’t there?”
“Only with pleasure.” He cradles my face, placing it in the crook of his neck, and starts to pump. Wildly. At total odds with the gentle way he holds my head. I thought I was ready, but the full length of his thick flesh sluicing into me at such a rapid pace turns me blind, clogs my throat with shock and lust and need. “Want you to rip open my scars with your nails. Want you to scream for Daddy.”
Around me, the van sounds like it might fall apart. Metal squeals, the mattress beneath me groans. He’s no longer a man, but a beast, quenching his thirst for relief with my body. He releases my head, both brutal hands clutching my knees and shoving them wide.
“Sorry I’m sorry I’m…I need them open. Can’t have you holding back. Daddy’s a big, horny bastard, Delilah.” His voice is so low and inhuman; I can barely understand him. It doesn’t matter, though, because his hunger is melding with my own and rocketing something to the core of me. A blistering spread of pleasure that concentrates on that place Raider is thrusting into makes my womanhood start to clench.
My back arches like I’ve been invaded by need itself, my hips twisting of their own accord, making Raider snarl and pin them down harder. His feverish movements grow even more frenzied, his teeth bared. One of those sharp incisors must have caught on his lower lip, because I see a line of blood trailing down his chin and dripping onto my breasts. We both moan when he leans down and licks it up, curling his red-stained tongue around my nipple.
My climax hurtles through me without warning. I gasp and lose the function of every sense but touch. Feeling. My muscles curl in on themselves as I shake, my nails raking down Raider’s back. “Daddy so good. Daddy so good.”
I’m picked up and thrown back down, my ankles pinned beside my ears. Pain mixes with unimaginable pleasure as Raider rams himself into me three more times, his movements disjointed, filth falling from his mouth. When he begins to shake, the entire van shudders with the movements. His bellow of relief makes me scream out of reflex, it’s so fearsome and deafening. His orgasm goes on and on, his roar picking up and starting again while his hips grind down, his erection shooting blistering hot liquid into my core. I’m overflowing, stickiness dripping down between my ass cheeks, and still he pumps with determined eyes, blood slathered on his chin.
“That’s right. Take it deep for Daddy, little doll.”
“Yes,” I manage, my body replete. “Yes, Daddy.”
And he continues to thrust, groans of contentment rumbling in his oversized chest, his hands still pinning my ankles on either side of my head, working his seed into me until I pass out from overwhelming exhaustion.
CHAPTER SIX
Raider
So I pulled the van over to beat my chest twice. Fucking sue me.
While you’re at it, show me one man worth his salt who wouldn’t be proud as shit over pleasing a girl like Delilah. She’d had an orgasm while looking right at me. While being ridden by my abnormally large, damaged body, her little pussy had seized up and coated me in sweetness. I’ve already got another hard-on that could double as an aluminum baseball bat, but that’s my load to bear. Delilah is still asleep in the back of the van and she needs her rest. After all, in the last twelve hours, she’s been kidnapped, nearly assaulted by the man whose neck I broke, and fucked by a giant. I won’t be surprised if she sleeps for a week.
My hand drops down between my legs to adjust my stiff dick. I’ll need her again soon, but for now, I want to put as much distance between us and her brother as possible. Do I think Roger is capable of collecting the fifty grand share of my cut for our final job together, which he was supposed to be holding while I was in the pen? No. Am I taking any chances that the shithead could come through and attempt to take Delilah away from me? Hell no.
I might be the one she calls Daddy, but she stepped in between her brother and my fists back at the house. Then she came along quietly as my collateral. Meaning she’s a loyal girl who loves her brother. So I don’t think she’d take very kindly to me having to kill him for trying to buy back his sister.
Roger giving me my cut of our last score was never actually part of the plan. The more time I spend with Delilah, the guiltier I feel
for deceiving her. Letting her think I’d actually trade her for money. So it’s best I keep driving and make it as difficult as possible for Roger to succeed.
My house is another several hours’ ride north, but my first order of business is feeding my doll. Not to mention my bear-sized appetite, which has been sorely neglected, considering Delilah was my first stop after being released yesterday. My stomach is almost as insistent as my throbbing erection, growling loud enough to wake up my sleeping beauty in back if I don’t throw it some chow soon. There isn’t a lot to choose from around here, but I’m too starved and traumatized from shitty prison food to be picky.
“Raider?”
Delilah’s voice drifts like music from the back of the van, sending my heart hammering in eight directions. “Up here, doll.”
Her sigh of relief is a soothing balm raining down all over my ruined soul. She’s relieved to be around me. Not scared or disappointed. There’s still an undeniable part of me that’s still waiting for the other shoe to drop. Waiting for her to laugh and say her sweetness has all been a lie. That she’s merely been playing me for a fool until her brother comes to rescue her.
My hands tighten around the steering wheel until I’m in danger of ripping the damn thing off. But then Delilah’s hand slips onto my shoulder, using it for balance as she climbs into the passenger seat, and the show of trust makes me relax.
“I’m hungry,” she yawns, rubbing her belly. “And I need the bathroom.”
Responsibility takes hold of me. I love it. Crave the honor of being the one she comes to with her needs. I plan on taking care of them forever. “I remember there being a strip mall up ahead.” Glancing over, I see she’s put her boy clothes back on, but they’re wrinkled. Not to mention, she can’t be comfortable underneath them. Not after all the fluids I covered her in. “We’ll get a room so you can take a shower. Put on a change of clothes. Then we’ll go grab something to eat. Sound good?”