by Selena Kitt
No. No. I was my own master. I could restrain myself. I restrained myself from murdering people quite frequently. I could restrain myself from fucking her, at least for a little while.
I can do that. Easy.
I stalked over to the entrance of the kitchen, immediately catching the gaze of Lester and Jeremy. They stood up from the couch, looking to me for orders. I glanced at the chair Rose was tied to, facing away from me, then back up to the men.
“Get out,” I snarled.
They complied instantly, turning around and bolting out the front door before slamming it shut behind them. I walked into the room slowly, feeling the nervous tension rolling off of Rose as I approached her from behind. I reached my hand around her face and pulled the dishrag out of her mouth.
She coughed a few times before croaking out, “What the fuck do you—Oh my God.”
I had walked around the front of the chair, smiling down at my gorgeous woman of a stepsister. Her left eye was still dark in color from the shiner that her dick of a boyfriend had given her and her bottom lip was split on one side, but she was still the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Without contest.
Her eyes looked me up and down quickly, an unbelieving look in them like I was some sort of mirage, destined to disappear at any given second. To reassure her, I crouched down to her eye level and placed my hand lightly on her cheek.
I watched her doe eyes light up with happiness and she smiled widely despite the split on her lip. Her mouth opened and closed a few times, unsure of what to say.
Then her gaze lowered to my bare chest. I sucked in a sharp breath when she licked her lips absentmindedly, my cock hardening beneath my towel as I pictured that tongue swiping across the head of my dick.
I can’t... I can’t not fuck her. I need her.
“David,” she whispered in awe.
I was hunched over her in a flash, grabbing a fistful of her hair and tilting her head back.
“Mine,” I growled before pressing my lips hard against hers.
Chapter Two
ROSE
Shock didn’t even begin to cover the emotion I felt when I locked eyes with David for the first time in three years.
I had thought about him constantly ever since the day he left but I never had the guts to ask my mom if she had heard from him during our monthly phone calls. I still felt guilty that I hadn’t been back to visit my mother since I left for college over a year ago, but I was too afraid of my stepfather to go back.
So to see David now, right after I had just been kidnapped, was entirely too surreal.
Perhaps they drugged me and this is all just a hallucination.
Then he crouched down and touched my cheek, his skin as hot to the touch as it always had been and I knew. I knew it was real.
And he was really naked.
I couldn’t help but to look down at the exposed skin, my desire for him still very much alive even after the years of separation. The time had clearly been good to him, rippling muscles under slightly-damp skin from his shower or swim or whatever he had been doing to get so wet.
My mind took an even more perverted turn and I licked my lips before dragging my eyes back up to his and whispering his name, still in awe that this was happening.
With a speed I didn’t even know was possible me, he jolted up and straddled me on the chair I was tied to, once again reminding me that I had been kidnapped. My eyebrows were drawn together tightly in confusion but when he gripped my hair and pulled my head back, I felt my lips fall open as I gazed into his fiery eyes.
“Mine,” he growled in a gravelly voice that made wetness pool in my underwear.
Then my entire world blurred as he pressed his lips to mine for a bruising kiss. I winced at the pressure on my split lip but kissed him back feverously, wanting nothing more than to make this kiss last forever.
I had wanted him for so long and missed him so much... and now here he was, kissing me like we were lovers reunited after a long separation.
I let his tongue into my mouth and allowed him to dominate me with his possessive lips. I was desperate to run my fingers through his hair or put my hand on his stubble-ridden cheek, but my hands were bound by a tight rope that I couldn’t release myself from.
As if slapped in the face, I reared back, suddenly remembering that I was kidnapped.
“David,” I gasped out, craning my head to avoid his lips as they descended upon me again. “What—what am I doing here? How—Oh.”
I gasped when his lips focused on my neck, his teeth digging into my tender flesh and making my skin prickle with goosebumps.
“David, please.”
“Please what?” he murmured lowly before sucking on the skin right below my earlobe.
“My-My hands—”
“Oh fuck,” he mumbled before pulling away, albeit reluctantly.
I watched with wide eyes as he stood up and glanced around the room, my eyes drawn to the hard length standing to attention beneath his towel. My fingers itched to touch it and when he went rushing from the room, I almost cried out in protest.
A moment later I felt him gripping my arms from behind and heard the sound of a knife cutting through the rope. I stood up and spun around, prepared to badger him with questions about why I was brought here but was struck silent by the sight of him pulling the towel away and flinging it carelessly to the floor.
“Rose,” he croaked out, his voice rough with arousal. “I need you. Now.”
My breath caught in my throat as he approached, a voice in the back of my head screaming at me that this was wrong in so many ways. But I couldn’t bring myself to stop him when he marched up to me and spun me around, his hands instantly going beneath my t-shirt to grope my breasts.
“You’ve always had such luscious tits,” he whispered seductively into my ear. “Let me see them.”
I nodded weakly, allowing him to pull my top over my head and pop off my bra. He spun me back around, his eyes greedily taking in the sight of my chest while his hands absentmindedly unbuttoned my jeans and yanked them down. I slid my sandals off and shimmied my hips, letting the jeans pool at my feet in a heap.
He backed away and just stared at me standing before him in nothing but a tiny pink thong. Self-consciousness started to rise in my stomach but before I could cover myself, he let out an animalistic growl and stepped right up to me, spinning me around and pushing me onto the couch on my knees.
“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this, Rose. How long I’ve wanted to claim you as my own,” he breathed as he yanked my thong below my ass and pushed me down, my upper body pressing against the back of the couch.
I was panting when his fingers found their way to my pussy. David groaned at my wetness then pulled his fingers away, hastily saying, “I’m sorry, but I can’t fucking wait.”
I turned my head back just in time to see the wild look in his eye as he aligned his huge cock with my entrance and pushed inside. I slammed my eyes closed as his massive length stretched me wider than I had ever been before, crying out with pleasure as I felt his entire body shudder after he molded himself against my back.
“Fuck,” he growled right before he began to pump his hips, thrusting inside me with hard, fluid movements. “You’ve got the tightest cunt I’ve ever felt.”
“Oh God, David. More!”
“More?” he asked darkly, panting wildly as he drove into me faster, his hands gripping my hips so hard that I knew they’d be bruised tomorrow. “Like this?”
“Harder,” I begged.
“Fuck yes, I knew you’d like it rough,” he ground out between his clenched teeth, snarling as he pounded me. I gripped the back of the couch, trying to hold myself up as he fucked me ruthlessly.
I could feel my toes curling from the pleasure, my orgasm right on the horizon. He fucked me faster, his hips starting to falter in their rhythm as David got closer to release. His thrusts became frantic, barely hanging on to the last shred of his control.
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��I’m—Oh God, I’m going to come,” I whimpered, sticking my ass further into the air to give him better leverage.
His hand came down hard on my ass cheek and I cried out in both surprise and pleasure. Pleased by my reaction, he did it again, and the third slap was enough to push me over the edge, my pussy clamping down around his cock as I flooded him with my juices.
“DAVID!”
He somehow managed to hold on, steadily fucking me through my orgasm before I heard his breathing become labored and his hands started to flex on my hips.
Sensing that he was only a split second away from losing control, I craned my neck back to look at him as I said, “Come inside me, David.”
His eyes locked with mine for a split second before fluttering closed, his mouth dropping open in a silent shout while his hips stilled and he exploded deep inside of me. I could feel his hot seed shooting into me in rhythmic pulses and I clenched my Kegel muscles, working every drop out of him that I could.
When he was finished he leaned forward, wrapping an arm loosely around my waist and pressing a gentle kiss to my shoulder. The entire moment was so incredibly intimate that I could feel tears coming to my eyes.
“I missed you,” I whispered, my wavering voice giving away my emotions.
“I missed you, too, Rose. You... You have no fucking idea,” he panted against my shoulder, leaning his head forward and resting his forehead against my overheated skin.
Chapter Three
DAVID
If I were a lesser man, I would’ve wept at the sweet way she whispered that she missed me. Her voice was hoarse from pleasure but it also shook with emotion and I could feel my heart thud almost painfully in my chest.
After I admitted that I missed her as well, I leaned my forehead against her shoulder, pulling in deep breaths of air to refill my lungs. It had been a long time since I’d fucked someone like that, but I had never come so hard in my life. I needed a moment to recuperate.
Rose squirmed a little, her hips wiggling as she tried to find a comfortable position. As a result, my still semi-hard cock began to slip out of her and the movement made it easy to feel the slick mess that I left inside her.
I growled softly, pushing harder against her body and trapping her against the back of the couch. My dick started to re-harden inside her just from the reminder that I had filled her cunt with my seed.
Wanting to see the mess I had made, I pulled out and leaned back, watching with a sick fascination as the sticky semen slowly leaked out of her cunt. I shoved two fingers inside her, grinning manically when she moaned and pressed back into my hand, already ready for more.
Rose whimpered when I removed them, the sound cutting off as I reached my arm around her neck and tapped her bottom lip with my sticky digits.
She didn’t need any instruction, her mouth parted and her pink tongue darted out, licking my fingertips before engulfing them inside her hot mouth, sucking them clean. The sensation went straight to my dick, which was now fully hard. But while I was dying to take her again, I knew we should probably talk before beginning round two.
First things first.
I pulled her into a standing position and spun her around, pressing her shoulders down until she was on her knees before me. I wrapped my thumb and forefinger around the base of my cock and brought it to her sweet lips.
“Clean me off.”
She looked up at me through her long lashes and I nearly lost it. Then she wrapped those plump, perfect lips around my cock and started to suck. I tossed my head back and groaned, spreading my legs further apart in an attempt to keep my balance.
She was good at this. Really fucking good.
Too good.
With a snarl, I pulled her away, my gaze boring into hers as I asked, “How many men have you done this to?”
Her eyes widened with surprise and I felt rage making my blood boil at the mental image of her doing this for any man who wasn’t me.
I wasn’t foolish enough to think that she’d still be a virgin, but actually thinking about her being intimate with other men... It made my eye twitch with rage.
Calm down... Calm... Down.
“Stand up and wait here,” I commanded, backing away and leaving her in the living room while I took a moment to calm my anger. I went into my bedroom and grabbed a pair of shorts, pulling them on hurriedly before grabbing one of my button-down shirts as an afterthought. Then I jogged back to the living room to make sure she hadn’t fled.
I smiled when I saw her right where I left her, standing in the middle of my living room, completely naked, looking a little lost and thoroughly fucked.
God, I wanted her in my house looking like this every fucking day.
“Here,” I said, holding out my shirt for her. “Put this on.”
She did as she was told, slipping her arms into the sleeves and buttoning up a few buttons before looking up at me with a confused expression.
“David, who were those men who kidnapped me?”
Her words didn’t fully penetrate my brain, I was too busy focusing on how delicious she looked in my shirt. It came down to just below her ass and the sleeves were entirely too long, yet the shirt itself was pulled taut over her large breasts.
She looked more fuckable than I could ever recall seeing her. Even more so than the time we went swimming together in the lake by our house as teenagers and I spent the entire day adjusting my dick in my trunks from the sight of her wet, bikini-clad body.
“David!”
“Hmm?”
She cocked her head to the side and gave me an incredulous look. “Did you hear a word I said?”
“No.” Her eyebrows lifted in surprise and I shrugged. “Sorry?”
“Why did two men break into my apartment, tie me up and throw me in a van, then bring me to you and tie me to a chair? What in the hell is going on?”
I suppose I should’ve thought out how I was going to explain this before she got here. Meh, honesty would probably be the best policy here.
“I’ve been watching you.”
“You—what do you mean?”
“I received photos of you earlier today and when I saw your bruises, I ordered my men to bring you to me. Was your piece of shit boyfriend there when they collected you?”
Rose’s mouth was hanging open in shock and I laughed at the sight, lifting my hand to her chin and closing her mouth with a finger. Her expression didn’t change and she just looked so adorably confused that I couldn’t resist leaning down and kissing her pouty lips.
I moaned softly against her mouth, taking hold of her body and pulling her against mine. I noticed she wasn’t kissing me back but when she felt my hard dick pushing against her, she finally reacted.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t the reaction I was looking for. Not even close. She balled her small hands into fists and slammed them against my chest as she tried to break away.
I let her go with a frown, putting my hands on my hips as I asked, “What’s the problem?”
“Are you serious? David, you just told me you’ve been spying on me and had two guys come take me away from my boyfriend! Then you... you just...”
“Fucked you,” I supplied helpfully, unable to fight off the smirk on my face. “It was incredible, wasn’t it?” I asked smoothly, taking a chance and stepping close to her again. I rested my hands lightly on her hips, taking her lack of reaction as a sign that I could continue. I leaned down and whispered, “I bet that woman-beating boyfriend doesn’t fuck you that good.”
She pushed me away again, taking a number of steps back and glaring at me angrily. “I don’t see you for three years and you think this is an appropriate way to have a family reunion? What’s wrong with you?”
“That’s a question for a licensed professional, sweetheart,” I responded with a chuckle.
She looked at me like I had grown two heads. Or perhaps just like I was crazy. Which I suppose was a fair reaction that I really couldn’t fault her for.
“I—I’m leaving.
If I don’t get back to the house before Brandon does—”
Just hearing another man’s name coming from her lips made something inside of me snap.
“Oh, you want to go back to Brandon, huh?” I sneered, taking the few long strides to close the distance between us. She backed up in fear until she reached the wall, unable escape as I slammed my palms to the wall on opposite sides of her shoulders, trapping her there. “He’ll do what if you don’t get home before him? Give you a matching shiner for your other eye?”