Love Unbound: A Valentine's Day Romance Anthology

by Dee, Cassandra

  There was no answer for quite a while.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Oh god, Daddy, I did as you said.

  DONNY: Was it good baby? Did baby have a good shower?

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: It was amazing! I came again just thinking of your fingers on me, and my pussy shuddered and twitched, imagining you inside. Can you make it real Daddy? Please? I think I got everything out, but I just want more in me. Is that wrong? Can we meet again?

  I groaned loudly, thick cock out and pulsing now. It stuck out between my laptop and pelvis, ten inches straight and dripping from the tip, slickly wet from all the pre-cum. And against my better instincts, I caved. How could I not? The girl was a vixen, a virginal, sensuous vixen, and I was only a man. An alpha yes, but one who adored women, and I had to feel that twat again, I had to touch that pulsing cunt after our initial encounter.

  DONNY: Of course honey. You’ve done good tonight and Daddy’s gonna reward you. How about tomorrow night?

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Okay, but late okay? I have to meet my parents for dinner.

  I groaned again. Oh shit, she was so young, barely out of the nest. I should have felt like a mofo for robbing the cradle, but all it did was turn me on. All it did was make me want Rachel more, owning that sensuous cunt.

  DONNY: No worries little girl, whatever time is good for you.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: 10 okay then? Or is that too late?

  Again, that innocence got to me. I’m a man of the night, a dude who stays up doing nasty shit until the small hours of the morning. Ten was nothing.

  DONNY: Absolutely baby girl. You tell me where and I’ll be there.

  A pause. I hoped she thought of somewhere good, somewhere discreet and dark where I could fingerfuck her silly again.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Same thing right? I mean, you’re going to touch me, no names, no faces, no nothing?

  I nodded curtly, eyes ravenous.

  DONNY: Yes, baby. All the same rules apply.

  A pause.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Then can you meet near my parents’ house? There’s a park called Twelve Oaks just a couple blocks away and it’s really beautiful at night. There are all sorts of nocturnal birds that sing, and there’s a bower of roses on the east walkway. Meet me there, okay? I’ll see you then.

  I almost couldn’t breathe. Bower of roses? Birds that sing? Who was this girl? Who was this barely adult chickadee that entranced me, body so hard from just her words and sheer innocence? Suddenly, I couldn’t wait for tomorrow night, I couldn’t wait to burrow my fingers in that tight wet cunt again, feeling her pussy spasm like an earthquake gone wild.

  DONNY: Absolutely honey. And by the way, here’s my cell just in case you need it. 457-357-9430.

  This was absolutely against the rules. Absolutely, completely, against the Terms of Service, not to mention my own personal code of conduct. What happened to completely anonymity? But I could almost see the smile on Rachel’s face, the beam of happiness.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Thank you! And here’s mine: 457-292-9529. See you tomorrow! Xoxo.

  And taking a deep breath, I closed the lid of my laptop. Holy shit, this was way beyond what I’d bargained for. Not only was I meeting a girl for the second time, but I’d just given her my cell like a dumb asshat. I’ve fucked dozens of women, and all the “dates” were arranged through anonymous chat sessions with no numbers necessary. So what the fuck was happening? Why was every rule being broken?

  But WTF, it didn’t matter. I’d just taken Rachel through a nasty wet douche, pointing the nozzle straight at her clit. I’d just fingerfucked her in public, and sprayed all over her ass, branding her with my jizz. And the only answer was more. I wanted to douse the brunette with my cum again, erupting like a fire hose on that sweet back end. I wanted to point my dick straight at those wet orifices and blast my cum into each one, marking the female as mine. So what if this was the opposite of anonymous? So what if I was literally leaving a DNA trail on her fleshy behind, my hot fuck inside her body? I didn’t give a shit anymore because the girl is mine.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Rachel

  I know he cares about me. Sort of. Donny, or Donovan as he disclosed in his chat, is a much older man. Well, if you count forty old, which isn’t really here or there.

  Because the thing is that my alpha doesn’t feel old at all. Maybe it’s the internet chat, but Donovan comes off as young, he has a really great heart and he’s generous, even though he tries to hide it. Our chat last night only underlined that fact again.

  DONNY: Baby, do you need gas money or anything?

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: No, why?

  DONNY: Because I don’t want you spending a thing. Tell me if you need money for transportation, food, anything to make our meetings easier.

  I giggled a little.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: But I told you, the park’s close to my parents’ house, within walking distance. So no, I don’t need any gas money, thank you.

  There was a quick pause.

  DONNY: Honey, I don’t know if I should be the one telling you this, but in general, you don’t want to be giving your address out on-line. I could be anyone. A sweet girl like you shouldn’t be telling people where you live or where your parents live.

  LIPSTCK4EVAH: But you’re not anyone! I already met you tonight and you touched me … you know. So you’re not just anyone.

  Another pause.

  DONNY: I know baby girl, but still. I could be anyone. I could be some random ex-con out to kidnap pretty girls, or I could be your high school math teacher. You don’t want to take chances, you’re too beautiful.

  That made me laugh, even though I know he didn’t mean it that way. Because honestly, ex-con was better than my high school math teacher. Mr. Jinkle had been terrible, a new college grad with straw-like hair and raging acne. Even though he knew geometry really well, still, he could hardly hold the attention of the class, he was so meek and shy.

  But the worst part was that Fred Jinkle had tried to come onto me. Yeah, he’d made a pass at me after class one day, saying that he could help “tutor” me in “the ways of women.” I almost hurled and had to excuse myself quickly, running out of the darkened classroom as fast as I could manage, knocking over books and a trash can on the way. I could almost feel that hot breath on my face again, stinky with bad teeth, and shuddered. Yeah, an ex-con with a criminal record would be better than dealing with Mr. Jinkle again.

  Besides, Donovan wasn’t either of those. I could feel it in my bones. The alpha cared about me, offering me money so that I could get places, paying for my ticket at the concert, and even now, he was telling me to be careful even though it was against his best interests. What crazy criminal does that? I guess it’s possible that he was playing psychological games, but something told me that it wasn’t like that. Donovan was a genuine human being, a real man, someone who made me shiver.

  So smiling once more, I typed my goodbye.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Don’t worry, I’m okay. Meet me at Twelve Oaks tomorrow night? Don’t be late! Xoxo.

  And snapping the lid to my laptop shut, I’d shivered uncontrollably, a secret smile on my face. God, I was meeting up with the alpha male again, and the thought was absolutely titillating. Because I desperately wanted to feel his hands on me, stroking over my wet folds, that hard length brushing against my butt. I wanted Donovan to touch me even more this time, making it more real and more sensuous. What qould he do? My imagination went wild, fantasizing about the dark man kissing my sweet spots, maybe giving me a delicious lick on my pussy while fingering it, hole dripping wetly.

  But now, staring out into the darkened park, suddenly it didn’t seem like such a great idea. Before at the concert, we’d been surrounded by people. It hadn’t been jam packed, but still, there had been plenty of audience members around, all there to hear the band.

  But now in the darkness of Twelve Oaks, a small shiver crept down my spine. The trees were really tall and ominous, strange rustling noises sounding out, and I cowered a little in the shadows. The ros
es were so beautiful during day, a multitude of colors giving off heady fragrance, but now all that was dulled. It was just a fence with a bunch of dark shapes on it, impossible to make out, the cool night air blowing over my face.

  What were you thinking? my inner voice screamed. Rachel, you’re such an idiot! What girl comes out in the middle of the night to meet a complete stranger? What girl dresses the way you do, practically asking for it, begging to be mauled?

  Because in a moment of impulsiveness, I’d put on a short skirt and crop top. It was a far cry from my usual jeans and t-shirts, but I wanted to feel sexy for once. I wanted to sex it up and get it on with my anonymous lover. So as soon as I left my parents’ house, I’d ducked behind a tree and struggled into the tight clothes, slipping on six inch heels, wobbling all the way to Twelve Oaks.

  Of course, the voice in my head went off like a siren again.

  Okay, so now you’re a hooker waiting for a john. That’s what you look like, and you have no way of escaping now. How are you going to run away in those stilettos? Damn girl, try to think ahead for once.

  My face flushed as I looked down at myself. True, the shoes were ridiculous but they made my legs look really long and sexy, and I’d never worn them out before, admiring them in the privacy of my apartment. And yeah, I probably did look like a hooker, lurking about near the bushes in this tiny get-up, waiting for a man to come by. I swallowed heavily, heart fluttering. Oh god, had I made the wrong choice? Was this all doomed to end badly, with my body in a ditch, throat and wrists slashed?

  But there was no more time to think, or to develop regrets. Because suddenly, he was here. A dark, hulking form swung me around so that I faced away, hands clutching at the trellis.

  “Hey baby girl,” that deep voice murmured in my ear. “Looking to party tonight?”

  And the feel of that massive, warm body behind me, his breath hot on my neck immediately made my knees go weak. Oh god, my cunt pulsed, sizzling a bit just from his nearness and I suddenly became a woman of the night, and not some eighteen year old innocent.

  “Hi big boy,” I purred throatily, arching my back sensuously with welcome. “I am looking for some fun. You got something?”

  Because the minute I’d moved against him, I’d felt it. Oh yeah, that monster cock was hard as fuck again, like an iron rod ready to do damage, and my butt had grazed against it. I’d wiggled and the hard rod had been there, like a stiff, silent sentinel. Under my breath, I moaned throatily, eyes falling shut as he bit lightly at my neck.

  “Mmm,” I murmured sensuously, throwing my brown curls back. But suddenly common sense took over.

  “Not too hard!” I squealed. “I don’t want the people at school to see!”

  Because a hickey or two was gonna get some nosy questions, and how could I explain it? I didn’t go out on a date, not exactly. I met up with this guy, whose name is Donovan (I think), and he bit me hard there and there, but I don’t know his name. It was an impossible tale to spin, so self-preservation took over and I squealed again, ducking my head.

  “Donovan, just touch me where it counts, okay?” I panted, boobs heaving up and down. “Where no one sees, you know what I mean.”

  The big man chuckled deep in back of me.

  “Of course princess, I’m more than happy to stroke that wet twat again. But what have we here?” he murmured throatily, even as that five o’clock shadow grazed my neck, making me squirm deliciously. “What have we here?”

  Because his hands were roaming all over my curves, squeezing my big Double Ds, caressing my rump and running over my poochy stomach.

  “Um, I know it’s not what I usually wear,” I panted breathily, eyes still shut. Oh god, I wanted to see his face so badly, I wanted to see my gorgeous alpha, but that was against the rules. So I continued to face away, every nerve attuned to the touch of his fingertips, sweet spots juicing hotly. God, he probably thought I was such a tramp, dressed like this. But you know what? Around Donovan, I was a tramp, one hundred percent. So rolling my hips, I went for it.

  “You like it Daddy?” I panted breathlessly, bumping my butt against that hardness, teasing him. “You like?”

  “Mmm, baby, I like,” he growled into the back of my neck. “Daddy likes it very much.”

  Because Donovan’s fingers were all over my tits now, he’d reached right into my top and popped them out, the Double Ds hanging full and luscious under the moonlight, white skin ghostly, the nips so dark.

  “Oh yeah, I like my girls slutty,” the big man ground into my back. “I like ‘em slutty and hot.”

  Because he was rolling his fingers all over my nipples, squeezing and pinching and I let out a choked gasp, unable to keep my arousal in check. Oh god, it felt so good, electric bolts of lightning running straight from nips to pussy and I mewled helplessly, inviting him with every small gesture, every wiggle of my hips.

  “Please Daddy,” I whispered breathily. “Unnnh.”

  And Donovan was just as assertive with my tiny skirt. In a second, it was bunched up around my waist, thick thighs jiggling, butt bouncing heavily against him. I mewled again, desperate to feel him, desperate to have him in me every which way.

  “Unnh,” I moaned once more. “Daddy please.”

  This time, Donovan didn’t hesitate. He chuckled low in my ear before trailing one big hand down from my breast, over my stomach to caress lightly at my belly button.

  “Mmm, baby,” he ground out lasciviously. “I can smell you from here.”

  Because it was true. What had previously been a cool night, chilly even, had turned hot. Suddenly it was sweltering, I was a female in heat, pussy aroma wafting in the air, blending with the delicate scent of the roses.

  “Yes,” I panted, widening my thighs automatically. “Yes, yes.”

  And with a low growl, the big man did it. Slowly, he slipped his hand down to my g-string, sliding his hand in before lightly skating against my nub. But I was so turned on, so aroused by his presence that I shuddered heavily even though it was nothing more than a butterfly touch against my sensitive spot.

  “Yes, there!” I panted desperately, wiggling my hips against him. “There, there!” Embarrassingly, my cunt juiced wetly, filling that big palm with female ambrosia, drenching him in my scent once more.

  A low chuckle merely sounded behind me again.

  “That’s baby girl’s weakness, isn’t it?” he growled, a little unsteady. “That pretty twat likes it when Daddy touches it, huh?”

  And I could only mewl in reply, boobies heaving, pussy gushing wetly. But even if I couldn’t talk, couldn’t make any words with my lips, I could show him. So bending over, I did what I’ve only seen in porn before. I hitched my skirt up high around my back and reached behind me to seize my g-string, pulling it to the side so that my whole snatch was revealed, the lips puffy and pulsing, dying for his kiss.

  “Please Daddy,” I begged. “Please kiss me there.”

  And Donovan’s a good man, I’ve always known that he is. Because immediately, the big alpha sank to his knees behind me, breath hot on my steaming folds.

  “I don’t usually do this,” he ground out. “It’s only supposed to be a finger fuck …”

  But it was too late because with a bump of my hips, I pushed my pussy right onto his tongue. That’s right, I wanted him to kiss me there, I wanted to feel a man’s lips on my secret space and Donovan was my answer. My anonymous lover was the one who could take me to heaven, the one who could lead me down this path of dirty, wicked ways with no regrets. So with a mewl and a slight wiggle, I pushed my cunt onto his tongue, that warm wetness slick on my secret space.

  But I was the one who was done for because oh god, I never imagined it would feel like this. The big man grunted in back of me, grabbing my ass cheeks although he didn’t lift his head.

  “Oh yeah?” he ground out. “This what you want princess?”

  And he gave me the longest, most thorough lick ever then, going all the way from my clit up to my dark star. I s
huddered wetly, folds pulsing as he sampled the lush wetness.

  “Oooh!” I cried out, lustily, grabbing onto the trellis for dear life. “Oooh, Daddy!”

  The big man chuckled nastily.

  “That’s right baby girl, this is what you asked for. And Daddy’s gonna make it fucking amazing for you,” he rumbled. Because Donovan went to town on my vagina then. It was unreal, I’ve fantasized about men licking me, kissing my sweet spot until I shivered and shattered, but I never dreamed that it would be like this. Donovan nudged my thighs apart so that he could get an unobstructed angle and slid a big hand up to my pussy lips before spreading them, pulling them wide.

  “Fuck yeah,” was all he said, taking in the pulsing pink folds, my insides glistening and wet. “Fuck yeah.”

  Because the alpha didn’t just nip my labia a bit, nibbling on my clit. My lover is thorough and he wanted to taste my insides, he wanted to sample everything I have to give. So pulling my pussy lips apart, he breathed hotly on the wet flesh before running his tongue up the inside of one side, stopping to lap at my clit a bit, before licking down the inside of the other, giving me a good once over.

  “Ohhhh!” I moaned, doubled over now, cunt quivering, juice streaming down my thighs. “Oohhh!”

  But Donovan wasn’t done yet. Shifting on his knees, he angled his head so that it was just above my butt and made it into a point.

  “Baby, you didn’t think I was going to do this, did you?” he rumbled before spearing into my anus, tasting that dark, musty hole. “Didn’t think that Daddy would eat you here too, did you?”

  And I could only squeal in reply, shocked and so titillated. Because never in my girlish fantasies had I dreamt of this. I know men lick women’s pussies, I know they put their man parts into female parts, but never did I think a man would taste my back hole. Never did I think this illicit, taboo part of me would be a place a man would want to touch, much less bury his tongue inside. So desperately, I tried to wiggle away.