by Darcy Rose
“I’d ask if you want me to use a condom, but I don’t give a fuck. I want you pregnant, swollen with my kids,” he growls. His possessive tone and need to make me his only adds fuel to the raging inferno building between my legs. I need him to fuck me now, or I might die.
My eyes roll back into my head as he begins to slowly slide himself into me, his hands on either side of my head, his body doing a balancing act that causes his muscles to strain.
I spread my legs further apart, giving him ample room while digging my heels into his ass to urge him to go faster as he slowly sinks himself deep inside of me.
When I’m sure I don’t think I can take another inch, the walls and muscles of my pussy stretch to accommodate him. He’s so big, and I’m so tiny. I’m sure it wouldn’t take much for him to break me in two.
In no time, his hips are flush with mine, and I look down to see myself stretched tight around his cock. Staring down at me, he pulls all the way out and then slams back into me, letting out a strained groan as his hips press against me.
“Your cunt is so tight, so fucking perfect. I want to cum in you right now,” he grits through his teeth, “but I’m going to give you the fuck of a lifetime first.”
Without warning, he pulls out completely.
“Get on your hands and knees,” he commands, and I do, raising my ass in the air.
With no hesitation, he slides himself inside me, pushing his full length into me faster than before. His member pulses and throbs inside me, and I arch my back to take even more of him. He begins to thrust in a steady rhythm, moving faster and faster in time with me. I’m panting, my hands fist the sheets, and a scream builds in my throat.
It doesn’t take long before he’s slamming into me and sending shockwaves of pleasure through my body. He’s so warm and big inside me, I feel full and stretched. It’s amazing. I could get addicted to the feeling of getting fucked like this.
Out of nowhere, he slaps my ass with a firm hand. A sting ripples across my cheek but is replaced by a searing heat that works its way through my pussy. I yelp but follow it immediately with a moan to show him I want more.
Still rapidly thrusting into me, he slaps the other cheek with even more strength. I moan louder, feeling the skin burn where he’s spanked me. Vincent grabs a handful of my hair and pulls, forcing my head back. I arch, and he hits deeper, so deep there is a bit of pain mixed with the pleasure.
Then he lets go and smashes my face back into the mattress with his hand.
As if to reward me, Vincent reaches one hand around my hips, burying his erection fully inside me. He ceases thrusting and fucking, instead making me feel the full might of his cock inside of me. With two fingers, he begins to stroke small circles around my swollen clit.
I lean forward, clenching my ass to bring my hips closer to his fingertips. He presses harder against me, and between the fullness inside me and the pressure on my clit, I moan loudly into the fabric of his shirt. I feel the walls of my womb tighten and release in rapid succession as my hips move and my toes curl.
I scream into the gag as the orgasm races through me, filling me with pleasure. Vincent doesn’t let up on my clit, rubbing me until I think I can’t take it anymore.
I come for longer than I’ve ever come before and feel Vincent’s cock jump and throb inside me. My pussy fills with his hot cum, and I feel his semen escape my opening and drip down my clit. Vincent moans in a low voice and starts to let up the pressure on my clit, giving it a few little rubs before pulling out and collapsing beside me.
“Let me get you a towel,” he says in a low voice and rolls off the bed before plodding to the bathroom. I fall to one side, feeling his hot cum leaking between my legs and spreading onto my thighs. I’m sweating and breathing hard.
Holy shit, did that really just happen?
I’m not a virgin anymore. I just lost my virginity to my hot as sin, much older neighbor. And it was fucking amazing.
Vincent returns from the bathroom, his erection still bobbing hard in front of him. I’m sure he’s going to just hand me the towel and walk away, but he doesn’t. He pushes my legs apart and gently cleans my thighs and sensitive pussy.
“Vincent, I really—” I begin but am interrupted by the sound of glass breaking downstairs.
I scramble off the bed and to my feet. We both turn toward the door. Vincent’s gaze darts between me and the door, his eyes brim with worry, and I know something’s very wrong.
He drops the towel and turns to me. He cups my cheek, gently stroking it with his thumb, and then his mouth is over mine. His firm lips are warm and consume me. Fire spreads across every nerve ending on my body.
The moment is over before it even gets the chance to start, then he breaks the kiss, and I’m left with nothing but my heart thundering in my chest.
“Get dressed, stay quiet, and let me take care of them,” he says before pulling away.
The moment his hands leave my face, his whole demeanor changes. His eyes turn from molted chocolate to the darkest black. A shiver runs down my spine, and fear has a grip on my throat as I watch him get dressed in a hurry.
He runs to the dresser across from the bed and pulls out two handguns, a gasp bubbles in my throat. He pushes one into his belt and holds the other in his right hand.
“Get dressed,” he orders in a voice I don’t recognize.
In a daze, I go to pull on my underwear, still feeling his cum inside me.
Who the hell did I just sleep with?
10
Vincent
Fuck! This is exactly what I wanted to protect her from. How dare they? It’s too soon. They couldn’t even give me a few minutes of joy. A few minutes with my obsession. How quickly I’ve gone from the greatest moment of my life to the worst.
Faith was terrified when she saw me pull out the guns. My heart sinks. It’s over now. We fucked once, that’s it. I can’t hide my life from her any longer.
I step from foot to foot as Faith gets dressed, silent as she pulls her sweater over her head.
“I have to tell you something, Faith,” I say once she’s fully dressed.
I stuff my second gun into my waistband and grab her hands. “When I open that door, you need to stay behind me. That guy your mom brought home is my boss’s brother. He’s a bad, bad man. I don’t want to frighten you, but he will kill us if he gets the chance. I’m only telling you this so you’ll listen to me. No one will ever, ever hurt you. I will protect you. Do you hear me, Faith?”
She gulps, then nods. Her eyes are still wary, and I’m sure she doesn’t know what to think, but her doubt has to be put on hold. All I need her to do right now is listen.
Steeled and certain that this may work yet, I open the door.
Two of Rico’s cronies are already in the hall, advancing on me, they reach for their guns at the same time as me, but I’m faster. I have my gun drawn in the time it takes me to take two steps forward. Lifting the barrel, I fire twice, hitting both men square in the forehead.
Blood explodes against the wall behind them, and they fall to the ground. I glance back at Faith and wince when I see the expression on her face—pure terror.
Swallowing that guilt, I tell Faith to wait here. I step around the two dead bodies, and I don’t dare to look up at her face again, too worried about what I might see.
I’m nearly at the end of the hall when Rico crosses in front of me. I grip my gun a little harder.
“Well, Vincent,” he sneers, a smug expression on his face. “I told you you’d regret crossing me.”
“I haven’t and won’t. It’s just us now. Your other men are dead, as you can see.” I motion behind me to the floor.
“Did you bring the girl here, Vincent? If you give her to me now, I might let you live.”
My blood runs cold at the thought of him getting his hands on Faith.
“Take me,” Faith interludes like a meek mouse. “Just, please… don’t hurt him.”
“Shut up, Faith. You’re not going an
ywhere with him,” I snarl.
“Aww, your first lovers quarrel? Too bad you won’t have a chance for angry makeup sex,” he chuckles, “don’t worry, Vincent. I’ll make sure to give her a good fuck after I put a bullet in your skull. I’ll bet she’s tight as fuck.”
I take a deep, shuddering breath. My mind has no more thoughts. I’m fueled by rage and rage alone.
I leap forward with a primal yell, right hand poised to clock Rico square in the nose. I pin him against the wall and punch him repeatedly. He tries weakly to raise his hands against me but is too fat and weak to actually make a hit.
I wrap one hand around the back of Rico’s head and twist his neck. He never stood a chance, not against me. In one swift motion, I break his spine and toss him down the stairwell. A few blood spatters are left behind as he rolls down the stairs.
Standing at the top of the staircase, I steady my breathing. The fog in my mind begins to clear as I realize that I have just subjected my love to this sort of violence. I’ve already failed.
I look back down the hall. Faith is illuminated in the doorway to the master bedroom, and the distance between us seems like miles. The bodies of Rico’s cronies lie between us.
“Y-you killed them.” Her bottom lip trembles, and something like confusion flickers in her blue eyes.
I sigh and let my shoulders sag.
“Yes, Faith. I killed them, and I would do it again. That’s what they deserve for trying to hurt you.
“You look like you’ve done this before. Almost like you do this all the time.”
“Yes, I’ve killed a lot of people. It’s my job,” I explain, not wanting to hold anything back. There is no point in hiding who I am now. “There is more…”
“More than you being a hitman? What else could there be?”
“Let me show you.” I walk back into my bedroom and grab the laptop from the dresser. I open it and type in all the codes to get to the live feed of her room.
I hear her gasp behind me, and all I can do is hang my head in defeat. She is never going to forgive me for this. She is going to hate me.
“I have been…obsessed with you ever since I moved in. I never wanted you to be exposed to any of this. So…I watched you from afar. I was never planning to do anything. I swore off you for good.”
I silently beg her to forgive me. She is quiet for a long moment, and I still don’t have the courage to look at her.
“I understand if you hate me now. If you want me to leave you alone. I’ll carry you out of this house and leave you alone forever. I promise you that if that’s what you want, I’ll do it. It might be impossibly hard, but I’ll do it for you—”
“Did you…hear me call out your name this morning?” Her question catches me off guard.
I turn around so I can see her face. I expect to find fear, disgust, and maybe even hate there. Instead, she looks… relieved.
“You’re not mad at me?”
“I know I should be, but for some reason, I’m not.” At her words, I feel like a thousand-pound boulder has been lifted off my chest. “You didn’t answer my question.”
“Yes.” I grin slightly. “I loved when you called out for me while you were rubbing your little clit furiously.”
We stare at each other for a long moment, and for the first time, I let my mind run wild. I imagine a future with the tiny woman in front of me. She just saw me, the real me, all the dark and dirty corners, and she is still here. Still looking at me with her fuck me eyes.
“I want you so bad it hurts.”
I barely get the words out before she throws her arms around my neck and buries her face in my chest. I wrap my arms around her in return, burying my face in her brown locks. The smell of her. Cookies, lavender, and happiness.
My god. She doesn’t think I’m a monster.
She pulls back and tilts her face up to look at me, and I gaze into her wide blue eyes with love. I fucking love her. I love her.
“I never want you to leave me alone, Vincent. I love you.”
She stands on her tiptoes and presses her pert mouth to mine, and I kiss my obsession back.
At long last, she is mine.
Epilogue
VINCENT
One Year Later
After that night a year ago, I took Faith and got out of the city.
I had enough money saved up to sustain us for a long time. Now she was going to a school she wanted to go to, and we were living the best life. To protect her, I thought I would have to stop working as a hitman. I didn’t want anyone from my past to interfere with our future, but I hooked up with the local mob here, and I’ve been working for the Valentinos for the past six months, and my worries have lessened with each week. The family is led by Ace Valentino, who is the oldest out of six brothers but still younger than me. Their father died right before I moved here.
Unlike Tony, they believe in family values. They might be ruthless on the streets, killing their enemies without mercy, but they respect women. They don’t see them as a weakness. Instead of using Faith against me, Ace assured me that she will be protected, and I believe him.
With that knowledge on my mind, I’m ready to make Faith mine forever. The ring feels like a thousand pounds in my pocket. I sit on the couch in our living room, my stomach a nervous knot.
Looking up at the Christmas tree we had just put up the night before, I smile. Christmas is Faith’s favorite holiday and now mine as well. The sound of a key in the door pulls me from my thoughts. She’s home. The soft glow of the Christmas tree is the only light in the room.
The door opens, and she walks in. I swear I can smell her across the room, her sweet intoxicating scent that makes my mouth water. My cock stiffens in my jeans, wanting to be inside of her.
“Why are you sitting in the dark all alone?” she says, flipping the light switch on.
The bright light forces me to squint. “Come here. I want to talk to you.” My voice is thick and rougher due to the nervousness I’m feeling.
Placing her purse on the table, she kicks off her shoes and sashays over to me, her hips sway in a way that draws my attention. Forget the ring. I need to be inside of her right now.
Standing, I shove off the couch and meet her halfway. Like every time she sees me, she jumps into my arms, and I haul her against my chest, burying my nose in her hair. She is everything to me.
When she pulls back and looks up at me, I press my lips to hers. Her hands fist at my shirt, and I can feel her breasts rubbing at my chest. Fuck, my cock is so hard I’m worried I might blow my load. Her lips part on a soft little gasp when I land a slap against her jean-clad ass. I slip my tongue into her mouth and swallow up her moans of pleasure as I guide us back toward the couch.
Reaching the sectional, I separate our bodies and ease her back against the cushion. Her big blue eyes swim with love and adoration as she peers up at me. I undo the button on my jeans and shove them down my legs, my cock springing free and standing at attention.
Faith’s gaze drops down to my cock, and her pink tongue darts out over her bottom lip. She’s hungry, and so am I. Reaching for the waistband of her yoga pants, I pull them down her legs and toss them over my shoulder.
“Did you miss me?” Her tone is sultry; she already knows the answer.
“What do you think?” I growl, pinching one of her hardened nipples through the fabric of her shirt. “Take this off,” I order, unable to hold myself back any longer.
It didn’t take long for us to realize Faith liked being submissive and having me in control of her pleasure. In fact, it turned her on more.
“Are you going to fuck me?” she purrs, reaching for my cock.
“I’m not just going to fuck you. I’m going to show you how much I love you. Now, up on your hands and knees.”
At my order, she moves into place. Her hands grip the back of the couch, and she peers at me over her shoulder while her brown hair falls in soft waves down her back.
“I thought you wanted to talk,” she ta
unts, shaking her ass at me. Her creamy white cheeks bounce, and I slap each of them, enjoying the soft sigh Faith makes.
“Oh, I want to talk… to your pussy. Now, let me do what I’ve wanted to do all day.” Trailing a hand down her spine, I massage her ass cheeks before moving lower until I reach her tight pussy. Sinking two fingers into her hole, I find her soaking wet.
“Already fucking wet.” I chuckle. “I’m not even surprised. You used to be so naive, virginal. What happened?”
“You. You happened.” She pushes back against my fingers, and I let her fuck herself on my hand for a while until her arousal starts to coat my palm.
Withdrawing my fingers, I take my cock into my hand, guiding the head to her entrance before sinking into her with one swift thrust.
“Fuck.” Euphoric pleasure ripples down my spine, and I take her by the hips and start to fuck her, hard and fast. The sound of our skin slapping against each other fills my ears.
“Oh, god! Vincent.” Faith starts to pant almost immediately.
I grin and slap one of her ass cheeks while continuing to thrust. “You want my cum inside your tight little hole?”
“Yes! Fill my tight hole,” Faith screams and tips her head back.
Her entire body shudders when I stop thrusting, and press my hips to her ass and grind my cock inside her just like I know she loves. Snaking a hand between our bodies, I find her swollen clit, and start rubbing the nub faster and faster until I feel her clenching around me, squeezing my cock so hard I feel faint.
My name falls from her lips on a scream, “Vincent!”
I pull out and push back into her a couple times, enjoying the way her womb continues to convulse around me.
“Tell me you want it,” I grit out, feeling my orgasm on the horizon.
“I want it. I want you to come inside of me. Please… please, Vincent.” Her soft little pleas push me over the edge, and with a roar, I explode. Sticky jets of my warm cum fill her tight channel. There is so much cum it starts to drip out of her and down my cock.