Love Unbound: A Valentine's Day Romance Anthology

by Dee, Cassandra

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: That’s true …

  Shit, what was Rachel’s hesitation? And why the fuck had I given her that advice before, to not let strange men know where she lived? Oh right, because I wanted what was best for the female, but now that advice was doing me in. Cursing, I typed furiously again.

  DONNY: What is it honey? What’s making you pause?

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Well, it’s just that I saw you Donovan, and …

  DONNY: And what?

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Well, you were so handsome. You are so handsome Daddy, I couldn’t see much but you’re really cut, aren’t you?

  I grunted, pleased despite myself. Because fuck yeah, I’m forty-five but I work out like a mofo, this bod is made to please women and yeah, I have a good-looking mug. Which is all the more ironic, given that my thing is anonymous fucks. But still, my chiseled features and strong jaw make ladies melt like butter every day, and like a fucking asshole, I worked it to my advantage.

  DONNY: Honey, we weren’t supposed to see each other’s faces, or at least, you weren’t supposed to see mine. But it only goes to show that we’re not strangers anymore, so let me come over okay? Let me come over and give you the pill, you’ll be safe that way. Please baby.

  Was that really me? Was that really Mr. Alpha on his knees before a teenage innocent? What happened to working the situation to my advantage? Instead, I was the supplicant, begging the sweet female for a moment of her time.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: I guess so, Daddy. But do you want me to see your face again? I mean, how are we going to handle that?

  I paused. It’d be easy to leave the pills in her mailbox, or to give them to the doorman or something. But no, I wanted to see her. I wanted to see those beautiful features, to feel that hefty body heaving around me again. I wanted another face-plant, shit another dick-plant in her puss. So I played it smooth.

  DONNY: Baby, you’re right. This whole faces / names thing has gone way overboard, I totally get it. We’ve done things that were never in the initial agreement, so why don’t I just drop the pills off at your apartment? Leave the door open and I’ll come in and put them on a table, nothing else. You can come out if you want, but if I don’t see you, that’s okay too. I’ll just be there for a minute.

  There, that was a good tactic, right? Discreet and subtle? Letting her feel in control? Of course, I had every intention of ravaging that beautiful body, I was gonna storm Rachel’s plump curves tomorrow for sure. But the girl didn’t know because she replied immediately.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Oh, I want to see you Daddy. I definitely want to see you …

  I groaned, shifting uncomfortably in my seat. How the fuck had this happened? Because shit, I’m a dead man, I’m addicted to the teen, a junkie seeking a high.

  So fingers trembling, I typed again.

  DONNY: Address, baby? I’ll just be there for a minute, I promise. You can choose whether to come out or not.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: I know, Daddy. I know you’re gonna do right by me, I know it’s for the birth control. Here it is: 245 Majestic Lane, Apartment 3D. It’s the one at the back of the hallway, way, way, far back by the small window.

  I frowned, brows lowering. Despite the fact that her street was called Majestic Lane, it was in a shitty part of the neighborhood, one where thugs cruised by in lowered cars, working girls strutting the streets. Shit, Rachel lived there? My baby lived in potential hovel, going to sleep at night with rats squeaking, the sound of gunshots outside her windows? Suddenly I knew I had to get over there to give her more than just the birth control. Shit, I was gonna leave that girl a wad of cash, if not a credit card so that she could get the fuck out of there asap.

  And face hardening with resolve, I typed.

  DONNY: Great honey, I’ll be there around ten tomorrow. That work for you?

  There was no sense in showing my concern, I didn’t want to alarm the brunette.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: It’s perfect Daddy, I don’t have to get to work until afternoon, so that’s perfect. I’ll leave the door unlocked. Bye! See you tomorrow! Xoxox

  DONNY: Bye baby, sleep well.

  I almost added “double-lock all your doors and keep a shotgun by your bed,” but stopped myself. There was no need to set off warning bells. Rachel was already inundated by a swell of events so no need to add to the pile, and besides, I’d be there soon enough myself. The protective surge in my chest was so strong, so dominating, that I almost had half a mind to go over there now, in the middle of the night, and whisk her to safety.

  But grunting again, I snapped the laptop lid shut and stared forwards resolutely. Shit, things had spun out of control. My anonymous fingerfuck had gone way beyond what was initially anticipated. Because not only had I fucked her for real, but I’d spurted in that sweet pussy, and now I was going over to drop off a dose of Plan B. Now I was going over to the beautiful brunette’s apartment, and she might see my face for real. She might see my face in broad daylight, sunlight streaming through the shutters, everything about Donovan Jones unveiled.

  But the thing is, I wasn’t worried at all. I should have been, god knows, especially with my seed still brewing in that fertile teenage body. But the thought of Rachel, that sweet smile, those tantalizing curves? All I knew is that I had to see her asap, I had to get that little pussy wrapped around my dick once more. I had to see the female’s beauty, her innocence, the way those brown curls bounced, the way those dimples flashed when she smiled.

  I grunted angrily again, catching myself. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why was I so fucking confused? I was only supposed to finger fuck the girl with her eyes shut, a dark stranger from the shadows. And now I was praising Rachel’s smile? Her dimples? What the fuck was wrong with me, what alpha male does this?

  But the thing is it didn’t matter. I wanted the brunette to be safe, I wanted her to be comfortable and happy, preferably with my dick stuck inside. So grunting, I got up with long strides and stalked into the bedroom. There was no sense in getting worked up. I was insane, but it was easy enough to extricate myself from the situation. I’d drop off the pills and be out of there in no time tomorrow, my interlude with this particular chickadee done.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Donovan

  Shit, Rachel’s neighborhood was even worse than I imagined. I’d had the foresight to drive one of the Club’s beater cars to her apartment complex, but the Toyota still stood out because it was actually clean-looking, its paint shiny and reflective, unlike the rusted shells parked on the street.

  But at least getting out of the car, there was no one else around. I didn’t see any pimps, druggies or working girls, all the better since it was ten a.m., the sun already growing hot on the sidewalks. Otherwise, the scene was pathetic in every way. Limp, saggy, apartment buildings lined the pavement, not a piece of vegetation in sight. Everything was a grimy pink or orange, blending into the background desert.

  With long strides, I took the stairs to her apartment building in twos. The place was dank and dark inside, made all the worse by the smell of mold. Skittering noises sounded in the walls, probably mice fighting, but whatever. My baby wasn’t gonna be here much longer, that was for sure.

  Making my way up to the third floor, I paused at the landing to look around. There was a long, windy hallway, crooked and dark. Apartment 3D was probably in the back of this maze like Rachel had said, and fishing the Plan B packet out of my pocket, I stalked silently down the corridor.

  But when I got to 3D, my hackles rose. Because something was wrong. Rachel hadn’t just left the door unlocked, she’d left it open. It was slightly ajar, a red carpet visible from outside. Frowning, I swung the door open. What the fuck? How could she leave her door open in such a shitty neighborhood? Even if she was waiting for me, what the fuck? It was practically a calling card for robbers and murderers.

  But as I stepped into the apartment, curiosity overtook me. Because the girl was nowhere to be seen, but this was definitely her place. Homey and snug, the living room was clean as a whistle, w
ith a small seating area leading to a tiny hallway with what looked like rooms in the back.

  “Rachel,” I called. “Yo baby, it’s Donovan.”

  There was no sound at all. Weird.

  “Rach?” I called again, baritone booming in the small space. “I’m gonna leave the packet on your kitchen counter.” The bag crinkled as I set it on the immaculate tile, the Mexican floral motif cheerful and colorful. “Rach baby, just text me later so I know you got it.”

  I was seriously debating what to do next, hesitating in the kitchen. I desperately wanted to see the brunette again, maybe kiss her a little, do a couple sweet licks on that pussy. But this wasn’t the time. I’d given Rachel the power in this relationship, and if the brunette never made an appearance, then so be it. She could come out, or she could stay away, whatever took her fancy since this wasn’t exactly a discreet encounter anymore, we’d pretty much broken all the rules.

  As my long legs strode to the door, I heard it then. A long, throaty moan, feminine and arousing, making my dick jerk but also my hackles raise. What the fuck? Was Rachel having sex with another man, knowing that I was gonna come by? Was this some kind of sick joke, some disgusting, twisted ploy on her part to make me jealous? Well fuck that, I’m not the type to get jealous, so I turned away, blood pressure zooming despite my efforts to stay calm. No girl makes a fool of Donovan Jones.

  But then the moan came again, louder and more arousing, with the musical cry of “Daddy, Daddy.” Holy shit, was she calling me? Was my best girl calling to me, telling me to come stroke her puss, to come fuck that sweet twat? Or maybe the other guy was called “Daddy” too? Shit. I was torn, unsure, but then the call came again, this time a distinct moan of “Donovan, oh Daddy!”

  Like lightning, I was down the hallway. There was no way I was missing out on a hot session with my plaything, but yeah, this was surprising. I mean, I’d envisioned something a lot more tame. I thought I’d come in and Rachel would be waiting, those hefty curves in a ruffled apron tied around that waist, big boobs leaking out the sides. Then we’d have some chitchat, getting to know you type talk in a sunny breakfast nook before getting nasty and flipping that apron up to do the dirty.

  So to hear her moaning my name made my blood boil, dick jerking reflexively. No, more than that. I had to see what my slutty little girl was up to, because it was clear Rachel was a keeper, a whore of the highest order. The brunette was playing some kind of game with me and fuck, but I had to see.

  Stalking silently down the hall, I passed a closed door before coming to a small nightstand in the hallway. Curiously, there was a note there and my big hand picked it up, unfolding the white square. Holy shit, my baby had written a horny missive just for me:

  Daddy,

  Come in. Please wear a condom.

  Love, your little girl.

  And right next to the note on the nightstand were a bunch of foil-wrapped condoms, glistening gold in the low light. What the fuck? My girl was waiting for me inside, instructing me to pull out my dong and sheath it before fucking her? I was only too happy to do the honors, yanking down my fly, my huge dick popping out like a fucking mast. But a condom? No way, this was my sweet female and I had more than enough jizz to fill her a second time. Besides, there was already the Plan B on the kitchen counter, might as well use it.

  So pulling my dick out, I let it breathe free, throbbing and hard. Shit, the fuckshaft was already ready to go, so stiff it jutted out at ninety degrees, craving a soft, wet pussy to sheath itself in. And that snatch was waiting because as I pushed open the door to the room, the most delicious aroma hit me in the face, all hot, wet pussy ready to be fucked.

  Oh shit. Rachel had an office in her apartment, there was a desk in one corner with a chair and a printer on the side. But the rest of the room was bare and the girl herself was on her hands and knees in the middle of the room, bent over, cheek pressed into a cushion. Holy shit, holy shit. That nubile form was completely bare and open, huge breasts dragging on the ground as she frigged herself between her legs, that sweet snatch pointed straight at me, pink folds pulsing and wet.

  And as I growled, the girl’s eyes fluttered open for a moment, dazed yet hungry, slowly focusing on my big frame.

  “Daddy,” she breathed. “You came.”

  My dick jerked then, a small spurt of semen jetting from the tip to drip wetly on the floor.

  “That’s right baby girl, it’s me. Daddy wouldn’t fucking miss this for the world. Is that for me honey? Is that all for me?”

  In answer, the girl sighed and wiggled a bit, pink folds beckoning.

  “Yes Daddy, it’s for you. It’s all for you. Use me, please,” she breathed. “Use my body, make me feel good.”

  And with sly, small fingers, the brunette reached between her legs and slowly parted her pussy lips, giving me a view of the interior of that vaginal canal. Shit, Rachel was so beautiful, the pinkness glistened and shone moistly under the light, a slight drip coagulating at her hole before running wetly down those puffy lips.

  “Please Daddy,” she begged again, “Use my body. Make me feel good.”

  And shit, but she’d already asked me twice. I was on it in an instant, kneeling behind the female and pressing my face into that beautiful snatch.

  “Oh yeah,” I growled as the steam from her puss hit my face. “Oh yeah, baby girl, Daddy’s gonna do you a good one.”

  And with that, I licked her snatch from bottom to top, going all the way from her clit at the bottom to that sweet anal hole. Her ass trembled and jiggled as the girl moaned lustily, raising her head, eyes wide with delight.

  “Oh god,” she cried. “Yes, yes, just like that.”

  But I wasn’t just going in for one sweet lick. I was going to own this snatch. So like a hungry dog, I went for it, sampling her insides, ducking my head and pushing my tongue straight up her vaginal canal before alternately sucking and licking her clit.

  “Mmm, mmm!” she cried, brown curls thrown back. “Oh god, yes!”

  But this wasn’t just gonna be the pussy show. I made my tongue into a spear and with absolutely no hesitation, pushed it into her butt, savoring that anal passage, the hot brown dry and tight.

  “Fuck yeah,” I grunted. “Fuck this butt is tasty.”

  Rachel squealed below me, jerking involuntarily.

  “Unnh, unnh!” she panted, the pleats of her rim contracting wildly around my tongue. “Unnh, oh god Daddy, no!”

  But I’m a nasty motherfucker and I slapped her ass then, leaving a handprint against a huge butt cheek as I continued to tongue her back hole.

  “Baby doesn’t say no to Daddy,” I ground out. “Never.”

  She mewled, face pressed into the cushion, unable to speak. But I’m a motherfucker and my little girl needed discipline.

  “Say it,” I ground out, still tonguing her anus. “Say it. Baby never says no to Daddy.”

  The brunette moaned again, eyes still closed, every nerve in her body on fire, that sweet ass trembling below my mouth as I buttfucked her with my tongue.

  “Say it,” I rasped harshly again, this time slapping her pussy with the palm of my hand. Oh fuck, it felt so good, that wet flesh soft and engorged, dripping for my dick. But little girls have to learn, and discipline needs to be started early. So I slapped that pussy again.

  “Say it,” I commanded harshly, focusing on her clit.

  The girl jerked, shrieking a bit.

  “Yes, yes!” she gasped, almost delirious, eyes hazy with pleasure and pain. “Yes!”

  “Yes what?” I ground out. “Yes what, bitch? Or you want me to slap this slutty pussy again?”

  I swear, the brunette craved it, she wanted to be smacked on her most intimate parts, to feel any part of me that she could get. But taking a deep breath, those boobies quivering, Rachel answered.

  “Little girls never say no to their daddies!” she cried out desperately in a whoosh. “It’s not right!”

  I chuckled deep in my chest.

  “An
d what do little girls say when Daddy slaps their pussy?” I ground out. “What do they say?”

  My little slut was on it because with another cry, another breathy shriek, Rachel answered.

  “Little girls say, ‘Yes, PLEASE!’” she almost screamed this time, pussy on fire with lust. “They say ‘YES PLEASE, THANK YOU DADDY!’”

  And with that, I rewarded her. Oh yeah, my sweet female knows all the right answers, Rachel knows how to please her man, and with a growl and a deep thrust, I pushed into that tight twat. My dick was already dripping with cum, and the slide was so smooth, so tight, and so fucking unreal that I almost spurted then. Because her twat pulsed and beat around my fuckshaft, squeezing it on all sides, a hot, wet vise enough to make any man boil over.

  “Fuck,” I ground out. “Fuck you’re small.”

  Rachel mewled beneath me, face down, butt in the air as her pussy juiced around me.

  “Unnh, Daddy,” was all she could manage. “Unnnh, yeah, unnnh.”

  Because with another sweet slide, I was in her all the way, cock reaching deep into her hot insides. Oh fuck, that vaginal canal was so small, my cock so huge that it barely fit, wet juices dripping down her legs as I fucked that female hole. But fucking never felt so good, I’ve had dozens of girls and it’s never been like this before. Rachel’s white butt rocked beneath me in rhythm, the flesh bouncy and creamy, pink folds steaming around my stiff shaft.

  “Unnh!” she moaned again, lifting her head a little, perfect profile tilted to the sky. “Unnnh!”

  But I had a perfect view of her ass as I fucked her pussy and prying those butt cheeks apart, I took a deep look down into that asshole. Shit, the dark star was so small, the pleats so tempting and against my better instincts, slowly I wormed a finger in, prying her anus open bit by bit.

  “Unnnh!” the brunette shrieked, back straightening reflexively, jerking around halfway to meet my gaze with panicked eyes. “Unh, Daddy! No!”

  I chuckled harshly.