“Is your cock bigger than your fingers?”
I smile at my girl’s innocence. She has never seen a dick before, and so she isn’t gonna understand how lucky she is. I’m hung like a fucking horse and her sweet pink pussy was made just for me. She’s so damn tight that it means we’re gonna have the kind of sex most people only dream about.
“You wanna see?” I ask.
She licks her lips, her desire obvious. “Yes.” Her tits are full, and her nipples hard and her eyes gleam with want. “Then, I want to taste you the way you tasted me.”
Chapter Six
Candy
The books I’ve read have glossed over most of the details, making me realize I’ve probably been reading the wrong books. Now that I am face to face with sex, with pleasure and orgasms — all I can think is how naive I truly am.
And how much I want to learn everything with Charlie. He is innocent in many ways too. A virgin, same as me, which means we can learn together.
But in other ways, he is so experienced. He knows who he is and what he wants. Namely, me.
And deep down, I suppose I know what I want too. Him. I roll over, sitting up on my knees. Looking at him as my release slides down my thighs. My skin prickles with excitement, as I watch this big and burly man move, the muscles in his shoulder flexing smoothly as he drops his boxers. My mouth waters. His cock is so long, thick, and so very meaty. I want to hold him and feel the weight of his manhood in my hands. I lick my lips.
“You like what you see?” he asks moving toward the bed. My knees inch toward the edge.
I nod. “You are so handsome, Charlie. I could stare at you all day.”
He chuckles. “Darling, you’re the one with the looks.” He is standing before me, and he runs a hand over his shaft. He notices me staring. “You wanna touch?”
“Can I?”
He smiles softly at me, his lips tugging up, and my heart melts. He is more worldly than me, but he isn’t making me feel inadequate. Instead, he takes my hand in his. “Candy, we can go nice and slow, take all the time in the world.”
“Or we can go fast, right?” I ask, aching to be filled by him.
He laughs. “Of course we can. Whatever you like.”
“Are you always so accommodating with women?”
His jaw clenches, his eyes darkening. “There are no other women. Never have been. Understand me when I say it is you. Only you. I’ve been waiting for you, Candy, and here you are.”
“It’s a lot to take in,” I say, trembling at his intensity and the power of his words.
“Too much?”
I shake my head. “There is no denying the truth in what you say. This feels--”
“Like fate?”
I nod, my hands moving to his cock. I begin stroking him, my pussy melting as I close my eyes while memorizing the way his velvety shaft feels in my hand. Weighted and powerful, ready to make me the happiest woman in the world.
“I like how you feel in my hand,” I tell him as a bead of pre-come appears at his tip.
“I bet I’ll feel even better in your tight little cunt, darling.”
I whimper, unable to stop myself from darting my tongue out and tasting him. It’s just a droplet, but it’s salty and manly — his essence. I need more.
“How can I taste more of that?” I ask.
He cups my cheek in his palm, his eyes searching mine. “There is plenty more, sweetheart. If you want to taste more of my come, you need to open your mouth and suck me.”
“Suck your cock?” My eyes widen. I am so new to all of this. “I can do that?”
He nods. “Yes, you know how I just licked your pink pussy? And it made you all wet and juicy? Well, it’s the same for me. If you put my cock in your mouth and suck, more of that milky cream will release.”
“I want it. I want to suck you, Charlie. Will you let me?”
He groans, his cock hardening in my hand. He runs his hands over my breasts, my nipples are stiff points, and my pussy tightens again as he fingers them. “You can do anything to me you like.”
I open my mouth and run my tongue over his hard and veiny shaft. The smell of him is so intoxicating. My eyelids flutter as I draw closer to him, opening my mouth wide as I take him in. My mouth is so full, my lips tight around his cock, and I open my eyes to see him looking down at me.
“You are so beautiful,” he tells me. His hand is on my shoulders, his fingers running through my hair.
I whimper again, loving the way this moment feels. Everything about it is right. I begin to move faster, sucking him harder. My hands find a way to his balls. They are tight and heavy, and I massage them, the way he massaged my breasts. He growls as I suck his big cock, and I bob my head faster, gagging on his thickness as I go.
I like the way it feels to have his tip at the back of my throat; it burns in the best kind of way. There is nothing that can slow me down right now. Charlie groans as I suck him, and I want to ask if I’m doing it right, but by the look in his eyes, I know I am doing a good job.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come, darling,” he tells me. And he drops his head as my hands instinctively hold his ass, drawing him as close as possible as a hot, wet sensation erupts into my mouth. His come fills my mouth and slides down my throat. I swallow, loving the heat of it as it moves through my body, filling me up and I want more — all of it. All of him. I keep sucking, not wanting to stop. He grunts loudly, and then he pulls himself from my mouth, leaning down and kissing me fully on the lips. Hard.
“I fucking need you now,” he growls, drawing me to the bed. “I need to sink my cock in your cunt, you understand?”
“Will it feel as good as that did?” I ask, his milky release still coating my mouth.
“Better.”
He moves between my legs, his cock big and thick. My pussy is still dripping. He runs his fingers over my slit. “You’re so fucking wet,” he grunts. “So, fucking perfect.”
My heart pounds with pleasure; my body is completely exposed, my head spins with thoughts of forever, questioning how anything could feel better than how I’ve felt since I walked into this room with him.
“I can get a condom,” he says.
I shake my head. “No.”
His eyebrows lift. “You’re on the pill?” The idea probably surprises him, considering what I told him about my restricted life.
“No. But I want… I want to feel you. All of you inside me.”
“You know what unprotected sex can lead to, don’t you?” he asks, his eyes on mine, his hand massaging my breasts so gently that I am a puddle under him.
“I may be naive about a lot of things, but I know what I’m saying, Charlie. I want to feel your come inside me from that hole too. I want that heat at my core. I want--”
He growls this time desperately and greedily. “I’m gonna make you mine, Candy. You understand me?”
I swallow, dizzy with joy. “I understand.”
He guides himself inside of me, filling me up ever so slowly. And I’m moaning — loudly. My body opening for him in a way I didn’t know was possible.
“Are you okay?” he asks, brushing hair from my face, pausing.
“Yes. It burns but in a good way. The same way it felt when your cock hit the back of my mouth.”
“You liked that? You liked sucking my dick until I come in your sweet little mouth?”
I nod. “I loved it, Charlie,” I moan as he begins to move deeper inside me. His cock hits my tight channel; the fit is so snug that I call out his name as he takes me deeper. “I love your cock.”
“Good,” he says, “because it’s your toy now. You can touch it anytime you want.”
“And lick it too? Right?” I saw with a teasing smile.
“And stroke it and rub it and —” he growls. “Oh fuck, woman, you feel so goddamn good.”
I giggle, wrapping my arms around his neck as he drags my leg over his shoulder, gently plowing into my slick, tight hole. “Oh. God,” I scream as an orgasm rushes through
me, my thighs trembling. I’m so wet, my pussy weeps, and I hear the slick sounds of my juice as Charlie takes me. I’m moaning, my voice echoing in his room as he looks down at me like I’m the most important thing in his whole world.
He asked to marry me.
Did he mean it?
“Fuck, you are my world now, you understand?” he asks as if reading my mind.
I cry out, my fingers digging into his skin as his come erupts inside of me. The sensation is better than anything I’ve ever experienced. His mouth crashes against mine. Our hearts are beating hard, and our hands entwined, same as our hearts.
Chapter Seven
Charlie
I’ve always known I was a one-woman man, but now I know this better than before. My come is still hot in Candy’s cunt, and as she looks up at me, I know there is no one else in the world for me. She is mine.
There is noise on the stairwell, voices calling for me. Johnny.
“Hey, jackass, where’d you go? I need back up down here. Tremor and Torrent are back. They look pissed.”
Candy’s eyes search mine. “What’s wrong?”
I roll off of her — hating the fact I’m leaving the bed, but I don’t want Johnny walking in and seeing my girl without any clothes on. Her body is for my eyes only.
“I just gotta deal with my —with Johnny.”
“Does he work at the chocolate shop too?”
I run a hand over my jaw. “About that… It’s not exactly what you think--”
“Charlie?” Johnny pushes open my door. Something he has done a thousand times. “You here?”
I grab my jeans and pull them on. “Just gimme a sec,” I shout as Candy pulls the sheet over her naked body.
Johnny opens my bedroom door, eyes widening as he takes us in. “Oh shit. Fuck.” He steps back, hands raised. “I didn’t realize.”
“It’s fine. Just gimme a second, would you?”
“Yeah, it’s just the Boneyard Boys — Tremor and Torrent. They’re back. And they’re pissed.”
“Where are they?” I ask, pulling on only a shirt and shoes.
Johnny’s eyes go dark. “In the back.”
“Who is down there now?”
“Vinny and Danny.”
I nod, pulling open a drawer in my dresser, grabbing a gun and shoving it in the waistband of my jeans.
I pause, seeing Candy’s eyes widen in shock. “Stay here,” I tell her. “I mean it. Don’t leave this room.”
She nods quickly, but her eyes register with one thing— fear.
I move to her, kissing her quickly. “I’ll be back.”
Johnny and I run down the stairs. “What the hell is going on? Who is that?” he asks as we push through the chocolate shop.
“My wife.”
He laughs. “You’re insane.”
“Not as insane as the guys in there.” The Boneyard Boys are always looking for a fight, but this is one day they really don’t want to mess with me. The woman I want is upstairs and probably terrified. I’m in no mood to mess around.
I push through the door to my bookie room and see Tremor and Torrent. They are shouting with Vinny and Danny, and I storm toward them.
“Get your hands off my boys,” I shout. The gamblers scatter, backing up against the walls, out of the way from our fight. Johnny’s dogs start barking, sensing something is off.
“Or what?” Torrent sneers. “You don’t have the balls to —"
I pull out my gun, and they step back. “Don’t you talk shit about me. This is my place of business, and it’s time for you to go.”
“You came to us this morning, and the fight wasn’t fair. You came on our turf and took our girl,” Tremor shouts.
“You’re girl?”
“We saw her first. She’s our property now.”
Oh, hell, no. He did not just call Candy his property. She is mine. And mine alone.
I point the gun. “You need to change your tune now.”
Torrent laughs. “Or what?” He pulls out a gun of his own and points it at Vinny. Vinny is one of the best guys I know. He’s been through hell and back, and I’m not letting him take the fall for me. Just as Torrent pulls the trigger, I lunge at him and throw him off balance. The gun discharges, and the bullet hits the window, shattering it.
Motherfucker.
I grab the gun from Torrent as he’s on his back and put the safety on before shoving it in the back waistband of my pants. Tremor is running out the door, leaving his Boneyard Brother behind. What a fucking pussy shit.
Torrent isn’t done. He balls up his fist and slams it into my jaw. The metallic taste of blood fills my mouth and I throw back a punch before grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him to stand.
“Go and don’t come back, you understand?” I shout. “Get the hell away from my family and me.”
I spit out blood and shove him through the door. There’s busted glass at my feet and people on the street stopping to watch. But there is nothing to see here. Not now. It’s over. All of it.
I turn from the door to face my loyal customers, my closest friends. Johnny, Vinny, and Danny, needing making sure everyone is okay.
But I know they’re alright.
But she isn’t.
There’s Candy, standing on the stairwell, leading down to the chocolate shop. Eyes filled with tears; hair still tousled from our fuck. She shakes her head as if in disbelief. Shock. Horror.
I don’t know how much she saw, but from the look on her face, I’m guessing more than she oughta.
“Candy,” I say, stepping toward her. “It’s okay.”
But she covers her mouth, the scene before her is grim. There’s blood, glass, and men. Men who were betting on games, along with giant televisions blaring the horse races, Nascar, even a boxing match. Cigarette smoke heavy was in the air.
This is not a place for a woman.
My woman.
She turns and runs away from me. Away from this place and I move to follow her. Scared to death that I’m too late.
Chapter Eight
Candy
To say I’m shocked is an understatement. I don’t know what this place is or who Charlie is, for that matter.
I thought he was a kind man with a sweet tooth, a sexy guy who had a penchant for chocolate. But here he is with a gun, a shattered window, a busted lip and a business that looks shady.
I don’t stand around to ask questions. I see it plainly enough. Men are here betting on sports but it’s the bullet through the window that has terror winding its way up my spine.
Leaving my father this morning and boarding a bus was the scariest thing I had ever done, but witnessing this was even more terrifying.
I feel like a fool.
Tears burn my eyes as I run back up the stairs to Charlie’s apartment, grabbing my still packed suitcase. I’m back in my drab gray dress and brown boots, and the teeny-tiny uniform is crumpled on the floor. It’s not mine to take, but for some reason, I shove it in my suitcase, feeling that since I lost my virginity while being stripped of it, I have some sort of ownership over it.
My heart feels shattered, just like the window, and that seems crazy. To feel heartbroken over a man I just met. But when I was with Charlie, it was like I had known him forever.
But what did I really know about him?
He is here in the apartment, and I push past him. “I want to go,” I tell him, my feet on the stairs, leaving.
“Please, Candy, let me explain.”
In the chocolate shop, I see the same first aid kit I used to clean the cuts on his knuckles earlier is still on the countertop. Now he needs it for his bloodied lip. But I’m not staying to clean up this mess.
I’m shaking as I take a deep breath, stepping toward the front door. Charlie reaches for my hand, and I let him take it, even though looking him in the eyes again is only going to make this next part worse. Spinning to face him, I inhale, wanting to both leave and have him beg me to stay.
It’s not fair, an
d I know with one look, Charlie would never force me to do anything. He is nothing like my father.
But he isn’t telling me the whole truth.
With his hand in mine, I pause, blinking back tears. His eyes are dark like chocolate, and it hurts to look at them because they are like comfort food.
“I don’t want you to go like this,” he says. “Please, I don’t want to watch you walk out of my life.”
“What was happening back there?” I ask, hoping against hope to be wrong. “Is it something illegal?”
Charlie swallows and runs a hand over the back of his neck. “The truth is, I run a bookie business. The chocolate shop is just a front.”
I look around the chocolate shop. At the nearly empty cases, the faded packages, the cash register that is dusty and unused.
“So, hiring me, it was a joke? Were you even going to tell me that this shop isn’t real?”
“I didn’t expect you. I expected someone who would willingly put on a uniform and keep their head down. You know, someone who would be happy to turn a blind eye and look at their phone for a five-hour shift. Not you. Never you.”
“I came here for this job because I love chocolate.” I pull my hand away, wanting to protect myself. “Because I saw that ad and thought it was a lifeline, a chance for my life to become what I always wanted. But Charlie, this is just a joke to you.”
“No, it isn’t a joke. I do love chocolate. We could make this shop real. Hell, Candy, I’ll set you up with a fancy kitchen, and you can make anything you like and sell it here. It can be your candy shop.”
I shake my head, my eyes burning with the image of blood and broken glass. I can’t erase what I already saw, even if his offer is better than I ever imagined being given. Right now, I’m too shaken up to think clearly.
“I asked you to marry me. I still mean that. Don’t go. Stay. Valentine’s Day is tomorrow. Be mine.”
But I’m too upset to accept, too scared of being hurt. So instead of accepting Charlie’s proposal for the second time in one day, I open the front door of the fake chocolate shop, and I step outside into the frosty February air.
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