Chapter 7
SEVEN
Dutch
Our tongues wind together. The brutal ache in my center coils in tight desperation. I’ve never been so hard in all my goddamned life.
I wrap my arms around her, feeling the buzz of electricity in the small space between us.
Her heart pounds against my chest as I savor the delicious flavor of her mouth, reminding me of how her lips felt earlier today as they worked my dick. She’s got me by the balls. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Our lips crush together. She shifts her hips, dry humping against me as her soft tits rub on my chest. Breathy little moans seep from her mouth as she works herself shamelessly up and down, pushing me dangerously close to spilling in my pants. Not a fucking chance I’m going to let that happen.
As good as it all feels, there’s way too much fabric separating us right now. I have to feel her skin against mine. It’s been an obsession since her first letter. And now it’s so fucking close.
My pre-cum soaks my boxers as her own damp heat soaks through her panties. I hang onto my last shred of control. I pull away, looking into her lust-filled green eyes. Christ, I have needed this. Her. Us. I want to worship at the altar between her legs for the rest of my life.
“You’re fucking drenching me. That pink dream is so fucking hot it’s giving my cock a nice steam bath.”
I moan, both from the desire I see in her eyes but also from the pain of not being inside her. I’ve never wanted someone as much as I want Daphne. This is what it means for something to hurt so good.
She does that little nibble on her lip thing before leaning down and whispering in my ear as though someone else could hear.
“No panties. No bra… But you probably figured out the no bra already from my little wet dress contest, courtesy of the spilled beer.”
“You did that for me, didn’t you? Teasing me at dinner. I could barely keep my eyes off your tits. I’m surprised I didn’t bend you over the table, chicken and mashed potatoes flying everywhere as I sank every inch I have into you right there.”
The need to get a baby inside her is unlike any urge I’ve had before. It’s burning inside me. Beating like a drum in my balls. Clenching my chest and pounding in my temples.
Breed her.
Breed her.
Raw.
Bareback.
Like you told her.
Do.
It.
“Pretty sure that would have ruined dinner for everyone.”
“Everyone?” I reach up and run my thumb down her lips.
“Well, almost everyone.” She leans in and our kiss explodes again like our tongues are fucking each other.
Fuck.
I’m obsessed. It’s that fucking simple. And everything about her just makes it worse.
Her taste, her smell. Her little breaths as we kiss. The way she raises an eyebrow when she’s calling me or someone else on their shit, like ZZ Top dude back in the bar.
How she rubs her lips together four times after she puts on that cherry-flavored lip gloss.
The little mole that looks like a heart where her pulse thrums just under her jawline.
Everything about her is perfect, and I feel like my heart is about to crack a rib. Her tongue winding, warm and eager with mine, reminds me of how it felt when she sucked me off earlier.
For a second, I regret not coming down her throat, but fuck that. No regrets. The truth is I want my first load delivered directly against the opening to her womb.
A groan tangles in my throat as I realize that no, that’s not even the truth at all. The real truth is, I love Daphne already.
She is what kept me sane. Kept me alive. And she’s the reason I’m living now.
Obsessed with her? Yeah. In lust with her? For sure. In love with her? Abso-fucking-lutely. All of it. All of her.
A beast inside of me roars for me to take her, hard and fast, but I want her to know this is more than just a fuck for me. I need her to know she’s my woman. The woman that will be my wife, that will give me a house full of children, that will tell me she loves me at least once for every ten times I tell her.
That will be enough. I hope.
Before her tight little virgin cunt can take all of me, I need to soften her up. With a tortured moan, I pull back from our kiss. Her eyes are fixed on me, mouth open, panting, as I grab her hips and stand her up.
I glance around. Close fucking quarters for sure. It’s not going to be easy to plant her on my face in here.
I shift her behind me, shoving aside a few big boxes, fucking aching for what’s coming next.
“Yes,” I hiss as I look up on a shelf and see what will work.
I reach up and pull down five plastic-wrapped packages of new, white bar towels, ripping open the packaging and laying them out to make a blanket on the floor.
“You’re making a bed…” Her eyes narrow.
“Sort of.”
I’m momentarily distracted by her beauty, her hard nipples pressing out on the yellow fabric. I fight back the drool that threatens to spill over my bottom lip.
Possessiveness rips through me, hot and fast. I’m taking her here, today, and she will be mine forever. No more waiting. No more aching.
I ease down, laying myself on the towels, pulling her feet into position so one is on either side of my torso, then working her little black boots off.
“Get that fucking dress off, then put that dripping little inferno of a pussy on my mouth.”
She looks down with hesitation as I point at her dress with my index finger. “You think you just bark out the orders and I fall into line?”
She’s got a mouth on her. And it just makes me want to shove my cock between her lips so goddamned bad. “You know you want more of this magic tongue. You pick the tongue twister and get that cunt on my mouth. I’ll do the rest.”
Her tough-girl act falters as she reaches down and peels the wet yellow fabric from her body. As she promised, she’s completely naked underneath.
Christ, I’d burn down kingdoms for this girl. Knowing I’m going to be the only one to ever taste her, to give her pleasure, to fuck her and love her, makes me feel alive like I haven’t in as long as I can remember.
I wrap my hands around her legs, just above her knees, and pull her down. She props herself up, arms locked, her pussy above my chest, her tits full and lush.
“Are you sure? I don’t know…” She swivels her head, looking around.
“I know. Just get that dripping dream down here.” I grab onto her ass and guide her into position, watching her tits as they hang for a second over my face, nipples puckered, the enticing curve of an old tan-line. Then her apprehension melts away as her slick, heady sex meets my mouth, my balls drawing up as I feel the slick petals on my lips.
“Peter Piper,” she hisses as she lowers herself onto my face. “I want…oh, God…I want Peter Piper.”
Fuck yeah. Her drenched folds spread over my tongue as she opens her thighs, starting to circle her hips, lowering her hands above my head and bracing herself. I keep my hands on her ripe ass, making sure she doesn’t get away as I drive my tongue into her slippery little cherry opening, then give her everything my mouth and tongue can offer.
“Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers…” I start, the words muffled by her muff but I feel her body shudder as I work my tongue-twisting magic.
“Oh shit, God…”
She grinds down on my face. And I know it for sure. This is paradise.
My cock is harder than folded steel as her screams begin, right at the moment I finish the tongue twister. Her silky, dripping sex rides my mouth. Life has never been better than it is in this moment.
I buck my own hips upward, hanging on to her soft, warm ass cheeks, keeping her attached to my face as her shuddering orgasm takes hold and she twists and grinds, her arousal spilling out and soaking my beard, dribbling down into my fucking ears.
She growls my name as her body freezes, her horny, honey-filled pussy bursting as I swallow down her sweet offering, my chest swelling with pride. I don’t have much—no big houses, fancy cars—but I can give her this, at least for now, until I figure out how to give her everything else.
I just hope like fuck she’ll give me the chance.
“Dutch,” she moans, her body going slack as I steady her hips, wrapping my hands around before flipping her over. I gaze in wonder into her glazed, sightless stare. I have to take her now.
I don’t know what she’s done to me, I’ve never had thoughts like this before. But whatever it is, I want more. I want it all.
I tug my jeans down, my boxers quickly following, getting them down onto my thighs before I reach down and give the root of my cock a squeeze. I’m ready to unload, running it up and down through her hot folds, slapping the tip down on her clit until she’s wiggling and begging for me to fuck her.
“Please,” she whines, her eyes rolling back white as I spank her little hard nub a few more times.
Then I reach up and slip my hand into the back of her hair. A quick tug has her eyes snapping wide as she arches, her tits jiggling as they’re thrust upward.
“Fuck, Daphne. I want to fuck you. I want to make you feel so good and make you yelp in pain all at the same time.” I shake my head, knowing it’s too much. I’m already going to take her virginity in the back room at a bar on a pile of fucking towels. “I’m almost fucking sorry for it.”
Pulling her hair and slapping her clit with my cock seems a bit more than an innocent virgin should take on her first merry-go-round.
“Don’t you dare apologize.” She breathes hard as I tug her head to the side, lining my cock up with her tight opening. “I want to give you what you need. I’m yours, Dutch. I have been for a long time.”
I shove the engorged tip against her slick hole.
“You drive me fucking crazy, baby. Now, let me in.”
Her abdomen curves, her lashes flutter. She opens up wide. Such a good little girl. “I’ll always let you in. I’ll always be your home.”
Jesus. I nearly nut right there at first contact. The lust-filled animal inside is rabid and starved, but Daphne speaks to my heart. The crush of emotion she brings out in me leaves me frozen, struggling for a breath.
“Dutch, please. I need you.”
I fist my dick and her opening pulses around the tip as I run it through her sticky honey, making sure it’s as wet as it can be before I push forward.
“It’s gonna hurt, baby. I’m sorry.”
I thrust the head into her tight opening, making her hiss and arch upward, her eyes squeezing shut.
She screams as the first inches stretch her tight cunt and I tear through her virginity.
“Take it for me, baby. Only for me.”
Her walls clamp down, making me growl as I curse through clenched teeth. Her cherry is still fighting me and I can’t hold back any longer. The beast inside of me takes over with a roar and I ram half of me inside her tight walls, the torn strap of her opening strangling my dick.
I thrust harder. Again, again, flattening her into the floor with my body, taking what’s mine as her hands fly up and grab my arms on a wincing scream of my name.
Her walls pulse around me as I drive forward. I need all of her, there’s no stopping now. I need her to be mine completely. Mine and mine alone, bound to me by every means possible.
I’m rutting. Rutting. Like a fucking beast.
I’m fucking going balls out into her over and over, listening to her yelp, wince and scream.
Pump, pump, pump.
Harder, harder, harder. More and more until her body shudders and offers me everything.
Fuck, I love her. With every bit of my soul. And every drop of cum in my balls.
The way her nails dig into my skin as I lay claim to her purity, now and forever, I know we are bound. I was obsessed before. But that was nothing. Now that I’ve taken her tight little cherry, there’s no going back.
The hunger inside of me takes over, both hands in her hair, holding her as I pull back and ram forward to the hilt, then freeze, feeling the tight perfection of her pussy.
Ho. Ly. Shit. I’m overwhelmed with the moment. My eyes burn as I savor this once in a lifetime feeling, her warm juices dripping out and down my balls as her pussy accepts me as its one and only.
But I’m being fucking selfish now. Now and always, she has to come first.
“Are you okay, baby?” I manage, feeling her clamping down as I hold myself as deep as her body can take.
She presses her lips together. Gives me a quick, pained nod. “More than okay.”
“Tell me.”
“It hurts. A lot.” She gives me a quick smile, then arches her neck, her head pressing into the floor. “But I like how it hurts. I don’t want you to be soft. I want you to be you. And I know you well enough, Dutch, to know soft is not what you are. Not right now.”
I’m the first and only one that will ever have her like this. The thought turns me more savage. She’s offering herself to me but it’s not enough. It will never be enough. That’s the fucking thing about worship. It’s never enough.
As she pants and whimpers, her body covered in a sheen of sweat, I hook my forearm under her and turn her over. I get her positioned on her knees, then pull my shirt off, needing more.
Always more.
“That bloody, battered little pussy isn’t finished. You knew wearing that dress, teasing me with no panties, no bra…you knew what was going to happen, didn’t you?”
I line my cock up with her opening, and again take a breath.
She looks back over her shoulder at me. Straight up perfection. “Yes.”
She moans as the tension starts to build again in my balls. I look down and see the hint of pink in my white cream, dripping out of her.
And there it goes. The last shred of control.
I plug that leak with my dick, shoving my cum back up inside her with a full, solid thrust down to my balls. I hold myself deep as I stake my claim, pumping my seed into her, and doggy fucking her like a man possessed.
Mine. All fucking mine.