by Jaye Diamond
“I said fuck off!”
Luke’s fist turns into a blur, slamming into Jamie’s face so fast I can’t tell where it landed as a crack rings out.
“You crazy asshole,” Jamie spits, blood streaming out of his nose.
“That’s exactly what I am,” Luke says. “I’m also bigger than you. Smarter than you. And I know how to actually please a pussy. Don’t fuck with me, kid.”
Luke’s eyes are dark and wild and terrifying.
“Okay,” Jamie says, voice shaky as he stops struggling and submits to Luke’s strength. He looks like he’s about to piss himself. “Let me up so I can get my phone out.”
Luke yanks Jamie to his feet, and Jamie’s hand shakes as he reaches into his pocket, sniffling with his other hand over his (probably) broken nose. He pulls out his phone, brings up the picture, and flashes his screen at Luke. Luke glares at the perky breasts that don’t belong to me, before Jamie deletes them from his camera roll and recently deleted folder.
“It’s gone,” he says. “Can I go to the fucking hospital now?”
“Stay away from Alex, and my daughter,” is all Luke says before he grabs my arm and steers me toward his house.
I expect to find Marissa and her mother there, gaping at Luke from Julie’s car—but the car is gone. They must have left.
How could she just take off like that without giving me a chance to explain myself?
“Luke,” I say in a small voice, my stomach twisting. “Marissa’s—”
“Going to spend the weekend with her mom at a spa, and cool off,” Luke says. “Then we’ll explain everything to her.”
“I can’t go into that house right after what just happened,” I say, jerking my arm free from his grip. “I’m sorry, but I can’t.”
I take several steps backward, before Luke has a chance to grab me again. Then I turn on my heels and run home.
LUKE
Marissa: Dad, how could you?
I get the message a few minutes after Alex runs off. I can’t blame the young sweet girl. She’s too good for me. She’s too good for anyone—and I proved that by nearly killing a guy in front of her.
What the fuck was I thinking? It’s not like I can be there to protect her or Marissa if I’m behind bars.
I realize that’s something I need to apologize for—but I refuse to apologize for my feelings.
Luke: How could I have a private moment with the woman I want to marry?
Marissa: You can NOT marry my best friend! The fact that you’re even into her is sick!
Luke: It’s not like it’s something I can control, Marissa.
Although, I doubt I would stop myself even if I could.
Marissa: You have to stop seeing her, Dad. FOR ME.
Luke: I’ve done everything for you, kid, for eighteen years. Since the day you were born I’ve doted on you. You’ve had everything you needed or wanted. When is it going to be my turn? Can’t you please let me focus on myself for once?
Marissa doesn’t respond to that. I spend twenty minutes sitting on my couch with an ice pack off and on my knuckles, waiting for a notification that doesn’t come.
ALEX
When I get home, the place is a mess. My parents aren't great at cleaning up after themselves, so they leave it to me and a lady who comes twice a month.
To keep my mind off Luke, I throw myself into the housework I would normally do on a Saturday anyway, putting laundry in the washer and picking up the living room. Once most of the house is spotless, I go out to the backyard and sweep the patio. The fresh air is a godsend after breathing in cleaning chemicals for hours. It clears my head of cobwebs—and suddenly I know what I have to do to make things better.
I head inside and call Marissa, my heart pounding at the sound of the ringing tone.
“Eighth grade!” I say, when she picks up.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, slut.”
“Luke—I mean, your dad—got an offer back when we were in middle school. Do you remember how he turned down his dream job because he couldn’t bear moving away from you, or taking you with him and making you leave your friends behind?”
There’s a long pause, and for a moment I’m not sure if Marissa’s still there, but then she finally speaks.
“I remember.”
“I was so jealous of you that year. My parents barely paid attention to me, but it was obvious your dad loved you so much. He’d do anything for you.”
“Anything but keep his hands off my best friend,” Marissa huffs.
“That’s my point, Marissa. Can’t you see what’s happening between your father and me is something serious? We really care about each other. If we didn’t, there is no way either of us would hurt you. I don’t want to mess up your family. I want to join it.”
“You becoming my step-mom would be totally weird,” Marissa says, and my heart sinks.
“At first, yeah,” I admit, “but imagine if your two favorite people in the world finally gave you the baby sister or brother you’ve always wanted. Wouldn’t that be exciting?”
“Or a train wreck...”
“But maybe it could be a fun train wreck—and we could all talk it out on Dr. Phil.”
Marissa laughs and relief washes over me. I can tell she’s coming around to the idea of her dad and I in a relationship.
“Just promise me,” Marissa says, “that you’ll never tell me about your sex life.”
Chapter Six
LUKE
I picture Jamie’s face as I work out in my garage, taking my frustrations out on a punching bag. My wrapped hands are throbbing with pain, but I can’t stop swinging my fists with as much force as I can muster. I’m angry. So angry I can barely see straight. If I don’t get my rage out like this, I’m bound to do something stupid.
I keep punching, until Jamie’s bloody face morphs into my own, and then I have to take a breath before I permanently fuck up my wrist joints.
I collapse onto my workout bench and squirt bottled water into my mouth.
I’m so focused on catching my breath, and the pain in my hands, that I don’t notice Alex walking into my open garage until she taps my shoulder.
“Hey, Luke,” she says, as I jump to my feet and whip around.
“Alex,” I say, immediately crowding her personal space.
I breathe in her sweet scent and take in every inch of her with frantic eyes, feeling like a guard dog whose owner just returned home. I was restless and aimless without her, but I suddenly feel as if I have a purpose again as I take the young pure girl into my arms.
“You left,” I say, my tone bitter.
“Because I needed to think—but I’m back now, and I’m sorry.”
“I’m sorry too.”
“I promise I’ll never run off like that again.”
“You better not,” I say, lifting her in my arms before she has a chance to reconsider that decision.
“Where are we going?” she asks, as we move into the house.
“I have to shower, and you’re coming with me.”
I carry her to the master bathroom and manage to keep her in my arms while I turn on the shower, then grab a few towels from my linen closet. I don’t let her go until the glass walls of the shower are steamy, signaling that the water is nice and warm. Then I climb in and set her down.
“But our clothes will get all wet,” she says, moving away from the water and taking her shoes off.
“Good,” I say, pulling her under the shower head with me.
I don’t want Alex running off again and drenched clothes are one way to deter her. She’ll have to take them off—won’t be able to pull them back on quickly—and I don’t think she’ll try to flee my house in the buff.
“I talked to Marissa,” she says, rising on the tips of her toes and wrapping her arms around my neck. “I think she’s going to forgive us—and maybe even accept us as a couple.”
“You talked to her for me?” I ask, my voice tight with emotion.
“For us, Luke. For us.”
I kiss her mouth with fierce tenderness, as if I’m thanking it for taking my cock so well earlier. But Alex doesn’t kiss like a girl who was sucking cock this morning. Her movements are slow, overthought. She has a mouth so pure she doesn’t know what to do with it.
I decide I’ll give her instructions later, just like I did when she was on her knees. I’ll put her in my lap and play with her pussy while I give her necking lessons. But I don’t have the patience for that at the moment. My adrenaline is rising, blood pounding in my ears like it did in the garage when I was full of unstoppable energy. I still am, but now I have a much better outlet for it.
I break our kiss and order, “Clothes off,” tugging on the soaked shirt that Alex’s hard nipples are poking through. Without protest, she lifts her arms. I pull the shirt off over her head and smirk at the wet perky tits that are left bare. They’re not the tits I saw on Jamie’s phone.
“You didn’t—”
“No,” she says. “I didn’t actually send him a picture of my breasts. So, you didn’t need to hit him.”
“I would have enjoyed it either way.”
She giggles and grabs my hand, kissing my bruised knuckles. “You really do want to take care of me.”
It's not a question, but I give her an answer.
“Yes I do, beautiful. For the rest of my life.”
She beams as she reaches down and unzips her shorts, taking them and her underwear off.
I swallow and drop to my knees to get a good look at her bare pussy. It's pink, and sticky with her juices.
“My sweet girl,” I say, looking her up and down. She is beyond perfect, naked and ready to be ravished by me. “I can't wait to fuck you raw, but not before I make you cum in my mouth, and see if you taste as sweet as you look.”
“Do whatever you want to me, Luke,” Alex says, running her fingers through my damp hair. “I’m yours.”
I grunt my approval at her submission and spread her pussy lips, making the shape of a V with my fingers. I lick her cute little belly button and smell her all the way down as my tongue travels to her clit. She smells like lavender soap and moist cunt, and the taste of her is just as sweet and strong. Her hips buck when my tongue strokes the folds of her virgin pussy and she makes a whimpering noise in her throat.
Every little sound of pleasure makes my cock pulse, and I feel like I could cum just from this. From listening to her moans and eating her delicious pussy. I suck on her clitoris, then drag my tongue over it, increasing the pressure as she grinds her pussy against my face.
“Wow,” Alex breathes, grabbing onto fistfuls of my wet shirt. “Luke, you’re... I can barely take how good this feels.”
Her words make my cock drip and I move both hands to her ass. I grip it tight and press her pussy against my face, getting her juices all over me. Her body twitches and she squirms like she’s trying to get away. Like the pleasure is too intense—but I don’t let up. Her pussy is trapped under my mouth and I won’t stop licking and sucking until I taste her cum.
“Oh my God!” Alex cries out. “I can’t take it!”
She squirts into my mouth, a river of hot cream flowing from her cunt. I savor all of that virgin cum, acutely aware that this is the last time she’ll give it to me while she’s this innocent, before I have completely corrupted this pure girl—who even I have to admit is too fucking young for me. Our relationship will never stop being a little wrong, even while feeling so right.
Chapter Seven
LUKE
“That was so intense, Luke,” Alex says weakly. “My legs are jelly and I feel like I might faint.”
I wrap my arms around her waist until her legs are steady, and the lightheadedness from her orgasm has worn off. But then I can’t hold back any longer. If she’s not sleeping soundly in my bed, then any moment that she’s nude in my arms, and not being ravished, is a moment wasted.
“Well, prepare yourself, baby girl, because I need more,” I say, turning her around and pressing her against the steamed up wall. “Your cum was delicious, but my mouth isn’t any less hungry for you. Spread your legs.”
Alex opens her legs for me and takes a wide stance.
“I’m really sensitive down there,” she warns.
“Down there?” I snort. “Use grown-up words.”
She’s so cute and I can’t help but tease her. I’m sure she’ll forgive me after she has another mind-blowing orgasm.
“My pussy’s sensitive,” Alex says, voice husky, “because of how hard you made me cum.”
“That’s better.” I grin and kiss her smooth lower back. “What about your asshole? Spread your cheeks so I can get a good look at it.”
Without hesitation, Alex pulls her round little cheeks apart, revealing her pink, tiny ring. There are no signs of the resistance that was present when she came over earlier. She really is giving herself over to me completely.
“Have you ever touched yourself here?” I ask, my mouth watering.
Every part of her looks so lickable.
“Never,” Alex says, shaking her head.
Her answer makes me grunt with satisfaction. There’s nothing I want more than to give Alex her first taste of so many things.
I place my insatiable mouth on her asshole and suck on it while I tease her pussy hole with the tip of my thumb.
“Harder, Luke, please,” she begs, her hands tightening on her ass cheeks.
She doesn’t need to tell me twice.
I’m rougher with both holes, pushing my tongue inside her tight ass as my thumb slides inside her tight pussy. The taste of her sweet little ass, and the feeling of her pussy stretching around my thumb, get me so worked up I feel feverish, and I can’t ignore my cock any longer.
I slide my thumb out of her pussy for a brief moment. Just long enough to free my hard-on from my wet pants. The warm water that spills down onto it feels way too good.
“Fuck,” I moan against Alex’s asshole, shifting my position on my knees to take the pressure of the water off my dick.
A strong breeze could probably set it off right now, if I wasn’t summoning every ounce of willpower I have inside me to stop myself from cumming. I want to save my seed for Alex’s womb.
“Close,” Alex gasps, bringing all of my attention back to her. “So close.”
I slam my tongue and thumb in and out of her mercilessly, finger-fucking and tongue-fucking her soft walls until they shudder.
ALEX
When my second orgasm hits me, I see stars, and I have no idea how I keep my body upright. Somehow I manage though, and I look over my shoulder, my vision cloudy as Luke rises behind me and presses his cock against my ass.
“God, you have no idea how much I want to claim this spit-shined hole,” he growls. “But I want you to at least be able to walk without a limp tomorrow, and I doubt that will happen if I fuck your ass and pussy. You’d be too sore to even get out of bed, so, your virgin ass will have to swallow up my cock another time.”
I gulp at the thought of Luke having his way with my ass. I’m glad he’s willing to wait, because I don’t know how his big cock would fit. His tongue alone felt huge inside me. At least my pussy was able to take his thumb without feeling completely stuffed, but I can tell it’s going to be sore after his cock takes my cherry.
Luke embraces me from behind and I turn in his arms. His hard-on rubs against my stomach and it feels so hot and heavy.
“Well, my pussy is still all yours tonight,” I tell him. “So, when are you going to get naked too, and have your way with it?”
Luke stares down at me, his eyes darker than I’ve ever seen them. “You don’t know how hard it is to stop myself from taking your virginity right now, but I won’t let your first time happen in a shower. I want you to lose your cherry in my bed.”
“Then let’s go to bed,” I say, shutting off the water.
“Patience,” Luke says teasingly, stripping off his wet clothes.
I feel read
y to cum all over again as I watch him expose every God-like inch of his powerful, bulky body. I am the luckiest virgin in the world, and I can’t wait to be the luckiest wife and mother.
“We’re really going to do it without a condom?” I ask, just to make sure.
“We’re never using condoms, Alex,” Luke says, as we step out of the shower and dry our slick bodies—as if they’re not about to get very slick again. “Every time we have sex, my cock will be raw. And when we fuck, my seed belongs down your throat, or deep inside you. Nowhere else.”
“Nowhere else,” I agree, remembering how good his cum tasted earlier.
A sexy smile spreads across Luke’s face and he takes my hand. He leads me to his large bed, where he picks me up and throws me onto soft sheets. The air rushes out of my lungs and I let out a breathless giggle as he climbs on top of me, kneeing my legs apart.
“You like it a little rough, huh?” I say.
“Not just a little,” Luke says, his deep voice making me shiver. “But I’ll be gentle this time.”
I smooth my hands up the sides of his muscular torso before I move them to his back, and drag my nails down. “You don’t have to be too gentle.”
Luke squeezes his eyes shut and moans. “I want you so bad.”
“I can tell.” His cock is leaking all over me. “How did you wait until I was legal?”
“God only knows,” Luke says, as his expression turns serious. “But I’m done waiting.”
LUKE
“My cock is going to claim your pussy,” I say, bringing my mouth to Alex’s ear. “And my seed is going to get you pregnant.”
“Finally,” she says, her tone playful as I kiss down her neck.
Yes, finally. Fucking finally, I think, tonguing one of my girl’s nipples. She squirms beneath me as I take it in my mouth and suck on the dusky pink, pebbled flesh. Soon, I’ll be sharing it with our baby, but first we have to make one. Then those sexy little breasts will swell with milk.