by Lena Little
“Because I’m not, but I know the ads that are posted there pay more than the minimum wage I’m getting so I take the bus over a few times a week to look for employment.”
“A survivor,” he nods.
“So.” I stick my hands onto my hips and cock my head.
“Takes one to know one, princess.”
“My life has resembled nothing of that of a princess.”
“You didn’t finish your sentence.”
“I did.”
“Until now,” he adds, dragging a finger across my cheek, tracing the length of my jaw, and then down my exposed neckline until it reaches the top of my low-cut dress.
“Boys say things all the time and don’t follow through,” I say.
“Lucky for you I’m not a boy and I always follow through.”
I roll my eyes dismissively, even though I believe what he’s saying.
“And by following through…are you trying to get yourself killed quicker than my boss at the table is already planning?”
“Would I trade the next few minutes trapped in a bathroom with you in exchange for my life? The moment I saw you I realized I’ve never really lived, so dying wouldn’t mean more than the status quo.”
“Please,” I pressure. “Let’s just go back inside to the table or he’ll—“
“He’ll do nothing,” he bellows. “To me or to you.”
“But you clearly plan on doing something.”
“You’re damn right I do and it starts like this.”
His lips come crashing down on mine for a second time, and this time I know we’re not going to be satisfied with just a kiss.
3
Julian
My lips brush over her neck before snagging her earlobe in a quick nibble before I place my mouth right over her ear. “You know how bad I want to walk back out into that poker game with your cream all over my thigh? Just so those fuckers can see who you belong to. So those bastards can smell what they’ll never get, what only I will ever know. So I can switch out my jealousy for theirs. Yeah, I’m not gonna lie. Seeing your hands on Don Neto’s shoulders had me pissed the fuck off. And you won’t ever do that again because I’ll never give you the chance…never allow it. And if your hands are ever on another man you’ll force Daddy to show you what happens to a naughty girl who pushes his buttons.”
I freeze, wondering where that last part came from…where that word, that title slipped out of. But it rolled off my tongue so effortlessly it has to be right.
Wasting no time to ruminate I grab her hips and pull her off the countertop, her legs wrapping around my waist like a belt. She’s so nervous I can feel her belly trembling against me, her stomach tying in knots and then flexing.
“What are you doing?” Her protest is weak as her back arches and she pushes her chest into me. “We just met and you’re already trying to sleep with me. This just proves you’re just another underground mafia type who’s used to getting his way and you think you can do the same with me,” she continues, albeit breathlessly.
“I can’t control myself in your presence, Precious,” I pant, grabbing each of her tiny ass cheeks in a hand and pulling her body impossibly closer to mine. “And the way you taste, Baby Girl. I need more of it.”
My head lurches forward for a taste of her lips, but this time she’s ready and moves to the side, dodging my advance. “Don’t you think I’m too young for you anyway? I mean, what age range should you be dating? I could almost be your daughter.”
“First of all, I don’t have an age range for the women I date…because I don’t date. Period. So whatever age you are right now is the right one. And second of all, yeah maybe you could be the right age to be my daughter, but that’s not what you are…is it Little Girl?”
A beat passes as she freezes, nothing more coming out of her mouth so I tell her the truth so she knows I’m not running around chasing younger girls all the time, or at all for that matter. “Look, I’ve never had a daughter, or any children, for that matter.” I pause. “You may not believe me, but I’ve never even had my cock in a woman before because I’ve never met the right one. Not only that I’ve been too busy with trying to crawl out of the gutter I started life in and I’ve spent time behind bars.”
“Great,” she exhales. “A felon.”
“I’m innocent.”
“I bet that’s what they all say.”
“And I bet that’s exactly what you are, although you’re going to try and tell me otherwise right now, aren’t you?”
“I know what I’m doing when it comes to men.”
“Clearly,” I agree sarcastically. “See Blondie, this is the way it is whether you want to believe it or not. We’re more alike than we’re different. I can see the tough exterior you’ve built up as a result of a life that’s thrown you more than a few curveballs. How do I know? Because I’ve done the same. Everyone in our shoes would. But not everyone has been in our shoes, have they.” I take her chin in-between my thumb and index finger and tip it up, making sure those baby blues are locked onto me so she can see with her own two eyes that what I’m about to say is true. “Passing on pussy was the easiest thing I ever did…until you. Before you came along women never mattered.” My hips thrust forward on their own accord, grinding into her as I bury my face into the crook of her neck. “Now I realize why. Because of you. You’ve been the rightful owner of my dick all along, haven’t you? It was just up for me to find you, or this ridiculous thing called fate to bring us together. And since it has, my cock has been pulsing out of control, needing to be buried to the hilt inside you. As much as I want that to happen, need that to happen, the bathroom at a mafia don’s house isn’t the place for us to share our first time. Sex is special, and I know I’ve got the most special Little Girl in the world so I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure your first time is deserving of you, Princess. But…that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy an appetizer before the main course. Because if I don’t feel your body on mine right now, don’t look into your eyes while you come, and come because of me and me alone, then I swear I’m going to snap in half. Understand?”
She nods.
“That’s not good enough. I want to hear it from your pretty little mouth,” I protest, placing the tip of my index finger on those bee stung lips.
“I…I want to see what this could become,” she says in a lowered voice before swallowing hard. She’s surprised by her own words.
“Your first orgasm should be seeping out all over my cock, Princess. But your need is just as strong as mine. And that horny little pussy of yours needs attention now, doesn’t it?”
She nods.
“That’s right. Daddy knows. He always knows. And now he’s going to show you how to get yourself off, using his body, so you know exactly what kind of pleasure he can give you. Understand?”
Another nod.
“Be a good girl and say it.”
“Y-Yes, Julian.”
“Julian?” I cock an eyebrow.
“Y-Yes…Daddy.”
A rumble vibrates in my throat. “So we have a deal?”
“What? You’re going to start asking now? You already stalked me in the bathroom and then lifted me up, twice, like a caveman…and without my permission, I might add.”
“Do I really need your permission, to make you feel good, Little One?”
“But…I…um…” she tries to protest, but can’t.
“Shhh,” I silence her with my finger. “I didn’t think so, and right now there’s nothing that could stop me because when I saw all those other men looking at what’s mine, all I could think about was getting you alone and filling you with my seed…first. I know that tight little wet pussy of yours wants the same thing, doesn’t it? It’s been calling out to me since the moment I laid eyes on you, driving me crazy. And I’m a man who can control his emotions, or at least I could until you. I can only wonder what all those other horny fuckers were thinking, were feeling.” I feel my jaw pull back as I expose my
front teeth like a wolf ready to strike just at the thought of other men thinking they have a claim on what’s mine. “Tell me the truth. You’ve never taken a man inside this precious little body of yours, have you, Princess?”
“No,” she gulps.
“Because you’ve been waiting for your king to arrive. Well, he’s fucking here, cradling you right now, keeping you safe always.”
I move my head closer to hers and this time she doesn’t resist as my lips engulf hers. My lips feel like they’re on fire, causing me to open my mouth slightly so my tongue can slide out as I explore the taste of her mouth. I pull back, kissing her cheek delicately like it’s made from the same kind of porcelain that the color of her skin seems to reflect. “Does your pussy get excited when I have my tongue in your mouth, Sweet Angel?”
“Uh huh.”
“You know if we were alone right now, my tongue would be buried so far up inside you, so fucking deep, that there’d be teeth marks on your pussy.”
She gasps and then throws her hands around me squeezing her body into me even harder, pressing those little tits against me and it’s all I can take.
Sliding a hand in-between us I manage to create just enough space to palm one breast over her dress. I rotate my hand and slide it past the fabric, my knuckles clamping down around her straining nipple, and her body hitches. “This is mine. First. Last. Only,” I growl. “I won’t rush you but just know that every second that passes before I’m buried to the hilt inside you I’m not thinking of anything else…not sleeping, not eating….not a damn thing until I’ve conquered this little untested pussy of yours, stretched it to the limit. Understand?”
“Yes, but…I don’t want your expectations of me to be too high. I won’t be able to live up to them because I… I don’t really know what I’m doing or how to please a man.”
“You please me just by existing.” I watch that look of worry wipe from her face and a sense of pride swells in my chest. “But we can start with a little lesson about the birds and the bees right now. This part of me you feel under your ass, Little Girl?” I bounce her up and down in my grasp. “That right there is Daddy’s cock. And real soon Daddy’s gonna bounce you on it for real, nothing between your skin and mine.”
“That sounds fun.”
“Oh, it’s a lot more than just fun, although it’s going to hurt the first time. But don’t you worry. That tight little hole between your legs will adjust to the size of my fuck stick until you’re craving it all hours of the day and night. Until it’s filling you with Daddy’s special gift until your tummy gets round with a little life that we will raise together.”
“Awww.”
“You want that, don’t you? You want to have Daddy’s baby?”
“Yes. I want a baby.”
“A baby, or my baby.”
“Your baby, Daddy.” Her voice has changed to that of someone half her age, but I’m not complaining one bit. I’m glad that she feels safe in my hands, relaxed enough for the little girl inside her to come out before I make her a woman for the first time.
“Good. Because I’m going to pin you to the mattress and make sure all my warm gift stays inside you, doing its job until you’re properly bred. Not once either. We’re going to do it over and over and over again until we have a great big family.”
“I’m ready. I want to be your woman.”
It’s taking everything I have, the discipline of a thousand Marine Corps snipers, to not just rip off her dress right now and oblige her, to make us both whole, and to relieve this pressure in my balls that hurts like hell.
But I can’t. She deserves so much more and I’m going to give it to her every day for the rest of her life.
My hands find the bottom of her dress and I slide it up to her hips, promising myself I’m not going to take it off.
“You can take it off, Daddy. I trust you.”
I grunt, wondering how the devil’s found me and tempted me like this. But not my angel. She’s too pure. Too perfect. And this can’t happen now.
“It’s going to be on my bedroom floor…another time.”
“But how will my belly get round with our baby if my dress stays on.
“Later, Precious. Later. Right now we can play another game.” I wiggle her hips into position so her tight little hole is positioned directly over the protrusion in my pants. “Let Daddy bounce you around like it’s a ride at the summer carnival. We can pretend it’s just a game and that way you stay an innocent girl for Daddy.”
“But I don’t want to be innocent, Daddy. I want to be naughty.”
“We’re going to be naughty later, Pumpkin. And it’s going to be very, very nice. And when we do, that hard thing you feel pressing up into you right now is going to fit nice and deep inside that pretty virgin pussy that you’ve been saving for me. And I promise I’m going to pump you so damn full of my hot liquid that you’ll get pregnant.”
“Promise?”
“I’ll never promise you something I can’t or won’t give you.”
“Thank you for being honest.”
“If I’m being completely honest I want to put you flat on your fucking back right now and pound you over and over again watching those titties jiggle as I come all up inside you.”
“Daddy!”
My cheek twitches and my need to see her breasts overwhelms me. My hand slides up her dress and I unhook her bra, pulling the red fabric out of the way as two small bouncy little perfect circles greet me inches from my eyes. My mouth dives in and claims one nipple, then the other, and finally I press them together and take both at the same time.
“Daddy!” I shift her body on my cock and it’s only then I realize she’s somehow worked her panties down to mid-thigh on one of her legs. “My panties are coming off.”
“We have to keep them on. Can’t. Come. Off,” I grit, grabbing her hips and bouncing her up and down on my pants just above my dick. “Oh fuck, Baby.” I unhook my belt and unzip my cotton prison, the relief in my balls enough to make me exhale, but still, my boxer briefs aren’t helping me.
Positioning her over the super-thin micro modal fabric I resume our game. “Ride me with your bare naked cunt, Baby. Ride me.”
She does as she’s told, placing her hands on my shoulders this time, not that fucker in the other room, and bounces herself up and down on my clothed erection as my hands assist in our game of sliding up and down over me.
Her hips cock and her clit finds my abdomen, my shirt coming up as she grinds her pussy onto my flesh. Her head falls back like it was being supported by a string that was just cut as she slides her groin up and down my flesh like her pussy is painting me with thick, long strokes.
“My angel needs to come,” I growl, flexing my abs to give her greedy clit a wall of grooved muscle to get herself off on. “And my Little Girl’s needs will always be met.”
Picking up the pace, she goes for broke. “Daddy,” she rasps in my hair, the word coming so naturally to her now. The room starts to spin and my vision blurs. Her breath hisses as we continue, a punishing rhythm designed to bring her relief, and my torture as I promised myself not to spill my spend until I’m buried inside her. I’ve been saving this particular load that swelled my balls the second I saw her. There can be only one original gift since I first laid eyes on her, and it’s going inside her…no matter how badly I need release right now.
“You ready to come on my fat cock, Little One?”
“Y—yes,” she moans, her eyes completely glazed over. “Oh my God. I can’t stop rubbing.”
“Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop…not until you come.”
“I can’t, Daddy. My stomach is tight and it’s right there but I can’t quite reach it.”
Her hair flies every which way as I hoist her up and then slam her down like a rag doll, over and over and over again. Then it hits me. She needs a Daddy in all ways, and that includes giving her what she needs in order for a nice girl to be naught. Permission.
“Come, Baby Girl. C
ome for me. Now.”
“No!” she cries out.
“Did you just say no? Did I say you could stop?”
Her body stills and her mouth opens but nothing comes out.
“Wanna say that again?” I warn.
“Daaaaady!” she yells, and her body spasms like a fish out of water, her release spraying against my flesh like a geyser as every muscle in her body shakes.
“Good girl,” I commend in-between searching for gulps of air. “Come for me. Come for your Daddy.”
She screams even louder. It’s as if that word, that title, makes her come undone.
Her eyes open wide and her head snaps forward, her face inches from mine. “I-I’m coming, Daddy! I’m coming!”
Seconds turn to a full minute and finally she stills in my grasp.
“See how fun Daddy’s games are? You played well. You’re a good little girl.”
“Thank you, Daddy.”
“Mine,” I grit out, burying my face back in the crook of her neck as I pull her up and into me so close that it’s damn near impossible to tell if we’re two people or one.
My cock begs for release but I don’t oblige, reminding myself that I have to stay strong. I’m so hard and she’s just opened herself up to a man for the first time that I bet I could enter her, the tip at least. But despite how small and tight I know her pussy’s going to be, the tip doesn’t get me pressed against her womb. And that’s where I need to be.
Because although this is feeling her, feeling good with her, sharing an experience that I know is going to become a multiple times a day habit for the rest of our lives, this is something bigger. This is about the way she makes me feel. How she’s changed me in the blink of an eye from just looking out for myself, to understanding that a complete man needs a family to watch over, to protect, to provide for, and yes…to love.
And I could have never known this lesson without her. All paths lead to her.
“All fucking mine forever and always, and no one will ever question it,” I add into her neck.
I’ve found the sweetest girl in the world and now it’s my duty to protect her from harm. She is mine to guard, to keep, to marry. And to fuck.