by Dani Wyatt
I begged for an orgasm.
Begged.
Begged.
Before today, I couldn’t even figure how to get myself there.
“How is this possible?” I pant. “Did you cast some sort of magical sex spell over me?”
“Maybe.” Geo rises and crawls over me, my belly trembling as he shadows me with his massive form. “How many, Precious? Four? Five?”
“It’s kind of hard to tell when they sort of just keep coming.”
He adds, “No pun intended?”
His face hovers over me and those lips I’ll never think of the same way again curve into that sexy smile surrounded by a beard that I hope like heck he never shaves.
Something has come alive inside of me. Some part of me I never knew until today, but now that my inner vixen is here, I hardly know how to control this incredible need inside of me.
I reach up and clasp my hands around the back of his neck, feeling the rock-hard muscle underneath as I pull his face to mine. I need his kiss. Not want, need. And somehow, he knows, giving me what I desire as his tongue swirls with mine and I listen to that low moan that comes out of him, the very sound that makes me spin with desire.
The flavor of my arousal is on his lips, and I feel the brush of his erection on my belly. The coarse hair on his face damp with me. I drop one hand, down between our bodies, and clasp the thick shaft making him cry out.
“I want you.” To my own disbelief it’s my voice whispering as I stroke his massive erection up and down.
My pulse shreds through my veins as I bring my feet up and around the backs of his thighs, attempting to pull him down closer to me.
“What do you want?” He easily fights off my attempt to control his body, holding himself steady above me.
Desire floods out of me. I feel it dripping down and making the sheet wet below me. I know when he finally does take me, his size will probably hurt. Tear into me, and I love that I will feel like a virgin for him.
For me.
“You,” I reply, but I see the flicker of danger in his eyes, and I know he wants more.
“Not enough. I want to hear you tell me exactly what you want.” There’s a harsh edge to his voice as I lift my head and kiss his shoulder, then find myself rasping my teeth against his skin. But he’s not fooled, he won’t be quelled. I hear the deep chuckle in his chest. “Tell me.”
I whimper as his cock grows thicker in my grasp.
“I want this.” I squeeze gently. “I want you. Inside of me.”
“You mean you want me to fuck you, little girl? You need me to fuck you, don’t you?”
I nod and confess. “Yes,” I whimper. “I think I’ve wanted this since the day I saw you.”
“Waiting so long. Six months of me wanting to be inside of you, Precious.”
I feel the ridge around the head of his cock grow more pronounced, and he groans in pleasure.
The idea that such a man like this, huge and barbaric, hard and dangerous, can make me feel so safe, make me want to let go and give myself to him, has me thinking of things I’ve never dared before.
He’s making no move to use a condom, and as reckless as it is, I don’t want that either. I want to feel him inside me in every way. It’s wrong, but I feel so right.
Geo shifts and moves his body, so his cock brushes across my slit. The contact makes me lift my hips and moan. He begins to rock back and forth, and I press the tip of his cock down over my drenched pussy, rubbing him against my clit.
“You’re tight, baby.” His voice is a dark whisper. “It’s going to hurt. I’m sorry.”
“I don’t care.” I urge as my entire body ripples with the impending pleasure.
“You get that I belong to you as much as you belong to me?” he growls as I arch upward and he pulls back, keeping his cock just out of reach of my opening.
He’s a mixture of tender and tough, and I think I’m going to lose my mind if he doesn’t take me in the next few seconds.
I plead as he brings his lips to mine, spinning his tongue through my mouth and bringing his hips lower. My body is on a hair trigger, my hand still on his girth as his lips break away and his wild blue eyes search my face.
I feel childlike under him, and the taboo nature of his size and our age difference only fuels the love and lust that is entwining inside of me.
“You want me, then put me there, Precious. Put me inside you and milk the cum out of me. It’s all for you, now show me how much you want it.”
My heart is beating so hard I’m sure it’s going to burst through my chest.
I move my hand and feel the brush of his head against my opening, making me draw a sharp breath.
“Look at me.” He manages through gritted teeth, and I realize this is the point of no return.
I force my eyes to stay open as I guide the tip inside me, my pulse racing and an orgasm already building.
“You ready?” His massive body covers me, and all I can do is nod.
When I do, he thrusts forward. I shiver as the head pops inside, feeling like I’ll never be able to take all of him.
He pushes forward again. A blast of pain shoots through me, and my teeth are on his shoulder as I listen to him roar my name.
GEO
“YOU’RE GOING TO REMEMBER this forever, Precious. The feel of my cock inside you this first time. You’ll remember and know you are mine. No one else will ever have you like this. Ever,” I growl into her ear as I begin to slide the inches I can fit inside her.
I root forward, then look down to see the pain in her eyes and I pause, holding myself steady to allow her body to adjust.
“You are so fucking tight.” The words catch in my throat. “I want to move, but I want to be sure you’re not hurting too much.”
“It hurts, but it feels so good.” Her hips shift upward, her tiny hands on the back of my neck holding onto me like a life preserver. “I want more. I want it. Keep moving. Please.”
Her simple plea has me on the verge of losing it, and I drag myself out a few inches before plunging forward into the soaking bliss. She’s drenching us both, making it easier to push inside, but I ease out slowly and back in, over and over.
“Kiss me.” I rumble, and she raises her head an inch before I lower mine to take her lips. I tease them with my tongue before sweeping inside on a thrust that has her gasping as I moan into her mouth.
It’s taking all my control not to fuck her like an animal, but somewhere in my civilized mind I also want to remember every moment.
Every inch her body takes of me.
And I hate that it’s hurting her, but the way she’s beginning to move with me helps my guilt to ease.
I keep it slow, letting her get used to my girth before her hands run down my shoulders and her nails score my flesh.
Her tongue spins with mine, greedy for me, and she’s making lustful sounds that have me giving her every inch until my balls rest against her flesh.
Our bodies rock together, and we meld into one. I feel her everywhere. On my cock, in my heart, breaking into my soul.
Her inner muscles clamp down and she goes quiet as I stroke deep, rubbing my body down against her slit, but I want more.
I reach around to take her hand, easing my body upward a few inches before lowering her fingers down between our bodies until they are on her sex.
“Touch yourself, Precious. You know you can come now, you know what feels good,” I growl. “Play with yourself while I fuck you.”
I feel her fingers move between us over her clit and I bury myself inside, feeling her opening pulse around me as she toys with herself.
“Like this?” she whispers. “I don’t want to do it wrong. I’m not hurting you am I?”
Her sweetness overwhelms me.
“No, baby. I can feel your body grip my cock when you do. It feels so fucking good. Keep going. I want to feel you cum on me. I want to be the first to feel you do that.”
She purrs, and I drive forward, in and out as
her hand loops and begins to move faster. I’m as deep inside her as her body can take, I can feel the tip of my cock hammer against her cervix. Pounding her hard, rhythmically, as the crescendo builds.
A moment passes with the sounds of our panting breaths; then I hear her yelp and buck, then fall silent again as she does right before she cums. I want to give her so much more, but I’m so close. Watching the pleasure on her face is driving me to the edge.
“Oh my God.” The words rise out of her as her body explodes.
Sweet cum drenches my cock, and I swell even more inside her.
Our hips slam together as her fingers stop moving and instead grip her pussy.
I rumble and roar into my orgasm. Blinding white light takes over, and I come more than I ever have. I feel the hot sticky release gush back out of her and down my balls as I pulse and twitch into her tiny body.
She comes again as I feed the last of my release into her and bring my lips to hers, wanting to take her scream of pleasure inside of me.
When she’s panting, her eyes glazed, I draw back.
“Now, you are truly mine, Precious. All mine.”
12
GEO
“I’M GOING TO WORK, and that’s final.” Nicci stares me down, narrowing her eyes, and how can I do anything but relent? She looks so fucking cute when she’s defiant; it’s almost worth getting into an argument just to see her like this.
I nod. “Okay, you win. But you’re taking this.” I hand her the new iPhone I picked up from the store while she was sleeping this morning. “Your old flip phone isn’t going to cut it anymore, Precious. I want to be able to reach you when I need to.”
“Fine.” She shrugs and grabs the iPhone out of my hand. “Then we need to go, or I’ll be late. The seniors will be upset if the bus doesn’t arrive on time. And we need to go by my place and feed the fish.”
Truth is, I love that she loves her job so much. I would have liked to spend the morning with her, here, eating that pussy a few more times, but there are things I can take care of while she’s at work that I can’t with her here.
First is, I need to see my lawyer. This court appearance hadn’t even really been on my mind until I met her, but now it needs to be taken care of. And then I need to see about getting out of this life.
I glance at the clock.
“It’s barely even eight, baby.” Taking a step forward, I cage her against the kitchen counter and drop my voice a semitone. “And all this arguing has given me an appetite.”
She takes the smallest breath, drawing her bottom lip between her teeth, and her voice is barely a whisper when she says, “I’ll make you a sandwich.”
I shake my head. “I’m not hungry for food, Precious, and you know it.”
The whimper of response tells me all I need to know.
In the next second, I’ve got her legs draped over my shoulders devouring her in ways that shouldn’t be legal.
She’s speaking in tongues by the time I finish, and I can’t imagine not having her in my life. It’s like she been with me forever. How I lived without her – and this – for so long, I will never know.
AFTER I ATE HER OUT for breakfast and dropped her at work, I headed straight over to my lawyer’s office. He didn’t seem too pleased to see me, said next time I need to make an appointment, but fuck it, I pay him enough he should see me when I want.
The news is good and bad. If I’m willing to plead guilty to simple assault, my lawyer thinks the prosecutor might go for a community service sentence and a slap on the wrist. No point wasting the court’s time and all that.
Even if they want to show how tough they are, I’ll probably be looking at only six months. If I plead innocent, on the other hand, there’s a good chance I’ll get away with it completely, walk out of the courtroom and never look back. But if they can prove I’m guilty, the likelihood is I’ll be spending the next year in prison.
And the thing is, I’m guilty as fuck.
I don’t know if I can stand there and lie, knowing I have to square that with Nicci and all the things I want for us. How can I possibly tell our kids one day that they need to tell the truth, to take responsibility for their actions, and all the time know that I’m no better myself?
Yeah, I know, I said kids. And not just one. Plural.
But since I met her, there are a lot of things that have changed for me. I want a life. I want her. And I’d kind of like to not go to prison.
I’m on my way over to Nicci’s apartment now, yes to feed the fish as I promised, but also because it’s about to be her former apartment. No way is she going back there again, not now that I have her in my house. Our house. So I’m going to pay off any remaining lease and get her stuff moved out today. For starters, I need to know her fish are safe. Because if anything happened to them, I’d be devastated. And second, I don’t like her being this far out of my sight.
As I pull around the corner onto her street, I see a van parked outside her building, and I swear I recognize the sofa two men are carrying out, dumping it on the sidewalk as they get the van open. It’s Nicci’s sofa. I’m sure of it. It even has the same patched corner that looks out of place.
What the fuck is going on?
Pulling into the side of the road, I’m out of my Suburban in a few seconds and jogging across the street towards an older guy who’s watching the furniture being loaded into the van. He looks my way and takes a step back when he sees me coming.
“Help you?”
“What’s going on here?”
He glances at the furniture, then back at me, clearly still nervous. “Eviction. You need an apartment?”
“Do I look like I need one of your shitty apartments? That’s my girl’s stuff, and if you cause any damage, I’ll damage you. Understand?”
He shrugs. “Look, I don’t want any trouble. County says evict, I evict. I just manage the building for them. You don’t like it, then take it up with them.”
I’m getting worked up, but I’m trying not to show it. Turning over a new leaf, and all that. I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Where are you taking her things?”
“Storage. She’ll get a notice, and if she pays her arrears plus the storage costs, plus administration, she’ll get it all back.”
“Unacceptable. I’ll pay her arrears right now. I’ll pay whatever needs paying. Just tell me how much.”
He looks me up and down, then visibly swallows. “Thing is, he said someone might turn up offering to pay. Said I’m supposed to stick to the rules this time. Said to dump the fish as well, with pets being against the terms and all. Not our problem. The demand will come through in the next day or so—”
I shake my head. “You don’t seem to be listening. I said that’s fucking unacceptable.” It’s clear that this guy has no authority and I’m done chatting about the weather. “Who’s really in charge here?”
“Wesley Havers. County clerk oversees senior services, which is who manages this building.”
Fuck. And all the dominoes suddenly fall into place. I reach into the pocket of my blazer and pull out the card that fuck gave me last night when he was harassing Nicci. When I read the name on the card, I have to fight to keep the anger out of my voice.
“He come ‘round here often?”
The guy nods. “Sure. More than I’d expect, to be honest, but him and Nicci seem to be pretty close. I thought maybe they were an item.”
“They’re not.” Red flames flicker in my vision.
“No, so I see, it’s just...” He trails off, probably wondering whether he wants to get involved. Well, fuck it, he’s involved whether he likes it or not.
“Spill it, if you know what’s good for you.”
“Well, I’ve seen him coming out of her apartment a few times.”
“She there as well?”
He shrugs. “I guess so. He wouldn’t be allowed to enter her apartment without her permission.”
Shit. I know exactly what’s going on here, and I’m goin
g to put an end to it. Unable to keep my cool any longer, I grab the old guy by the collar and slam him up against the door to let him know I’m not kidding around. “Stop loading her things into that van. I’ll send a vehicle to collect everything, including the fucking fish.” I grab my wallet and take out one of my many credit cards, then shove it in his face. “Whatever needs paying, you charge it to this, you hear me? If everything is done as I say, you’ll never see me again. If not, I’ll be back. Do you understand?”
“I’m not allowed to—”
“I said, do you fucking understand?”
He swallows and nods, and I release him, putting the card in his hand.
“And one more thing,” I say as I’m already turning and heading for my Suburban. “I will break one of your fingers for each dead fish.”
13
NICCI
I CAN’T BELIEVE WHAT I’m hearing.
“Oh really, how long ago was that?” Wesley is leaning over the back of Mrs. Morrison’s chair at work, talking to her, but his eyes are on me. “The drinking.”
Mrs. Morrison tries to turn her head to him, but she can’t quite turn it that far. Her face screws up and she giggles. “How long? I don’t know, he took me to the bar just the other night, and I had to call us a cab.”
First, she tells me he lends people money when they need a little extra, and now this? He’s an alcoholic? This can’t be real. Mrs. Morrison must have it wrong.
Wesley laughs. “I bet he can get a bit violent too, right?”
“Only when people can’t pay him back. I mean, it’s his money, he’s entitled to get a bit angry if someone takes him for a sucker.”
I can’t listen anymore. She might not have said the words, but it’s pretty clear what Geo does for a living. A loan shark. How could I have been so stupid? Of course, that’s how he met my mom; that’s why she slept with him. She owed him money, and he took his payment in other ways.
Mrs. Morrison isn’t all there, but things fall into place. The way he refused a drink at dinner, the guy in the bar. The trading money comment.