Chapter Six
Howard
There was venom in his eyes.
I could feel it burn through the air as he watched from the shadows. He’d likely been watching her from the moment she left my house, but he had no fucking chance to make his move because my eyes had been firmly on her as well.
Before she could get too far from the safety of my house and give her stalker the opportunity he was hoping for, I grabbed her. I would not lose Missy to anyone, but I decided to take advantage of our little audience and stake my claim. Show him how willingly she accepts my touch, my kiss. That’s it me she trusts with her body.
Mine!
I had to rein myself in before I lost control, though. It’s one thing to show her stalker that Missy is mine. I wasn’t about to expose her to his unworthy gaze. So I scooped her up and rushed her home before I did something that could put us both in danger. Now she’s in my bed, right where she belongs.
Missy’s eyes stay locked on mine as I climb over her lithe body. Her thighs open to accommodate me, whimpering when I press the hard ridge of my erection against her naked pussy, no doubt staining my pants with her juices, but I can’t bring myself to care.
“You are so goddamn beautiful,” I say, desire thick in my voice as I slide my hand back under her hoodie and palm her tits, pinching her nipples over her tank top. She whimpers, arching into my touch as she rubs her bare pussy over the hard ridge pushing against my pants. “I’ve wanted to bury my cock into your tight little center from the moment I saw you. You looked so fucking gorgeous, I wanted to take you out of the car, put you in handcuffs and fuck you right there in the middle of the street while everyone watched me claim you.”
Her eyes widen in surprise. “Y-you did?”
“You belong to me now, princess. I will kill anyone who dares lay a finger on you.”
My mouth slams down on hers, and I groan deeply as she returns the kiss, her tongue the sweetest thing I have ever tasted. I get drunk on her taste and lose myself in her scent, lapping at her mouth like a starved man, and for her, I always will be. My hard cock aches with the need for release, pressing into my zipper as she feverishly rubs her pussy against my hardness.
I break the kiss to trail my lips down her jaw, pushing up her hoodie to reveal her tits. Her puckered nipples push into her tank top, greedily begging for attention, and I am too weak to resist. I lean down and lick her nipples, running my tongue over the rosy buds through her thin top, making her back arch with a sob.
“Oh God,” she whimpers, as I kiss a trail down her body, grazing her belly with my teeth and feeling her spasm under my lips. I catch a scent of her sweet flavor, my mouth watering for another taste. Her legs part for me, practically begging for my tongue, and I waste no time, burying my face between her thighs again with a barely contained growl. “Howie, Oh, God!” she sobs.
I worship her pussy with deep licks, running my tongue through the valley of her sex, groaning deeply at her addictive flavor. “Fuck, baby, you taste like heaven!” Something only I will ever get to experience. Only me, and not the man lurking in the shadows watching her. He’ll never touch her. Never know the kind of heaven that exists between her thighs, and his will never be the name on her lips as she cries out in pleasure. It’s my hair that she grips as she rolls her hips, chasing that delicious feeling only I can give her.
Only I will ever give her!
“H-Howie,” she pants, her back arching when I tease her clit with my tongue, stroking the bud lightly as moisture floods her sex. She gets wetter by the second, her slickness only working to make my cock ache fiercely with the need to fuck her. Shit, it needs to happen soon.
“Mine!” I growl, lapping at her sex with quick strokes until I feel her teeter close to the edge before closing my mouth around her clit with hard suction, and that is all it takes. Her mouth parts in a scream she tries to bury behind her hand, yanking hard at my hair with the other as she climaxes. I keep my tongue on her sex, pleasuring her through the violent trembles until they calm down before climbing back up her body.
In seconds, I’ve stripped her of her remaining clothes and me of mine. I squeeze the base of my cock to stave off my own building orgasm. I’m not about to come until I’m inside her. My shaft is aching and dripping with precum as I guide it to her sex. “Damn, princess, how the fuck have you stayed a virgin this long? I bet you walk into a room, and all the men there want to rut you.” I position my cock at the opening of her sex, rubbing the head of my shaft over it and gathering her arousal on the tip. “They must drool at the thought of kissing this body, sucking these perky peaks between their lips, but only I ever will.”
“Yes,” she breathes, rolling her hips eagerly against me. “Only you.”
I push her knee higher on my waist, the beast inside of me clawing with the need to possess her, rut her so hard the neighbors will hear me claim her. They’ll know that this gorgeous girl belongs to me.
Will only ever belong to me!
“Mine,” I growl, tucking the head of my cock into her tight entrance, eyes locked on her beautiful gaze as she tries to take me in. She whimpers at the intrusion, the trust in her eyes undoing me, bit by bit tearing at the walls that I thought were permanently erected around my heart. She’s been chipping at them from the moment we met, but in this moment, she slams her way into my heart, easily tearing through the barricades.
“S-so big,” she whimpers, as I work the tip of my head into her heat, my muscles drawn tight as I fight back the need to slam into her, set on taking it slow even if it kills me. I would never hurt her, the thought of causing this girl any pain has my heart wrenching painfully.
She’s mine to protect. To guard from all forms of hurt, and those that I can’t prevent, I’ll do my damnedest to ease for her.
But she tests my control, making it hard for me to take it easier on her as she wraps her legs tighter around my waist, locking them behind me, which pushes my cock deeper into her tightness. “Fuck me, baby,” I manage through gritted teeth, forcing deep breaths to control myself. “I don’t want to hurt you, princess.”
“I know, but I want… I need to feel you. All of you!”
Fuck!
I dig my fingers into her hip, eyes locked on hers as I plow into her, tearing through her innocence and burying my thick cock deep in her tight channel. I slam my mouth down on hers, swallowing her cry even as I fight to restrain myself from coming on the spot, her pulsating pussy making it hard not to.
She’s tight, but of course she is. I just took her virginity. I’ve just laid claim to her.
Mine.
“Fuck, baby, are you okay?” I rasp against her lips. I lean back, and my eyes find hers gleaming with tears, but there is something else in those gorgeous blues. “How bad does it hurt?”
“I’m okay,” she says with a teary smile, tightening the grip she has around my shoulders. “It hurts a little, but I like it.”
My brows furrow in confusion. “The pain?”
“No.” She chuckles, the sound light and airy even as the tears spill. “Feeling you inside of me. I like that a lot.”
“Fuck, princess. You can’t say things like that and expect me not to lose control.” I question for the hundredth time what this girl is doing to me. How is it that a man such as myself would turn helpless in her hands? Just one look, and I am ready to worship the very ground she walks on.
“Take me,” she whispers. “Make me yours.”
And so, I do.
With a deep, guttural growl, I plant a forearm above her shoulder, and with my eyes locked on hers, I start hammering into her. It occurs to me that I’m taking her raw, filling her in fast pumps that could lead to her getting pregnant. The thought of this gorgeous girl swollen with my child is all the fuel I need. “So fucking tight, princess,” I grit when the muscles of her pussy flex around my cock. I drink in her flushed expression, eyes glazed with lust, and that beautiful pouty mouth parted on whimpered moans. “I’ll rut you so hard, bury my seed so deep into you, you get pregnant. Let the whole fucking world know that you belong to me.” A very dangerous man willing to cross all lines to make sure she stays safe.
“Yes,” she whimpers, her hips rolling to meet my fevered thrusts. “Yours. Only yours.”
“Goddamn right!” I growl, my balls heavy as I hammer my cock in and out of her wet pussy, her tits shaking with every thrust. I drink in her expression, and God, she’s so beautiful, so breathtaking. I fuck her like a beast possessed, my thighs slapping against hers with the fervor of a sex-starved animal. The sound of our lovemaking fills the room, adding to the urgency I feel.
Nothing else matters but this girl. This moment we share.
I drop my head to her neck and pound into her harder, faster. I have a death grip on her thigh as I bear down on her. The tempo of her breathing changes, and her nails claw my back as she rocks up to meet my thrusts. “Close,” she whimpers, her thighs beginning to shake. “Oh God, Howie…”
“I’ve got you, princess,” I grind out, dropping my hand between us and stroking her clit with firm circles, my muscles and balls burning with the need to come, aiming to get us off at the same time. I don’t think it’ll happen—it’s never happened before—and yet, I can feel it. I can almost grasp it with the tips of my fingers.
“Howie!” she pants, her breathing choppy as her pussy begins to quiver. I pour everything into her, punching my hips forward and violently pounding her into the mattress, feeling my muscles strain painfully, and when she orgasms, I let go. She comes with a scream, one that tears through the air, drowning out my roar as I spill into her.
“Fuck!” I yell, pounding furiously into her as her pussy clenches around me, squeezing my cock rhythmically as I spill my release into her womb, marking her as mine.
They take forever to ease, the spasms rocking her body and the shudders that roll through mine. It’s a first for both of us. I have never experienced anything so intimate. So…consuming.
My muscles turn to jelly, and I collapse, bracing myself before I crush her, but she allows none of that, pulling me down firmly on top of her body. I brush my lips over her temple and bury my face in her hair, inhaling her sweet scent that I am beginning to believe is her natural scent. “Are you okay, baby?”
“Hmm,” she hums, running her hands over my shoulders and down my back. “I don’t think you have an ounce of fat on your body,” she mumbles. “I’ve seen the tattoos, but I wonder how many you have. And do any cover scars from your time in the military?”
“I’d let you count them, but I can’t move my muscles.”
“Yeah, that can wait,” she agrees, tightening her grip around me once more. “I don’t want you moving either. It’s cold, and your body is like a furnace.”
I lift my head and glance at the window, wondering if her stalker is still out there, if he’d followed us back here. I don’t have to see his face to guess he’s fuming. I would be too if someone touched the woman I wanted, but he can’t have Missy. She’s mine.
And now he knows that she’s taken. Protected.
If he ever tries to get close to her again, Valor Springs PD will have to enlist outside forces to find what’s left of his body.
We lay in each other’s arms for long minutes, but at some point, we sit up in bed to watch the sunrise, and it’s quite a sight. As breathtaking as it is, it doesn’t come close to the girl in my arms. It’s not until Bear finds his way back to us once more that I decide to get up and start preparing for work. Missy burrows under the covers, and by the time I’m ready to leave for my shift, she is out like a light with her head on my pillow. I take a moment to watch her sleeping form. I don’t want to leave her, but I know she’ll be safe inside my home with my loyal dog at her side.
“Don’t let her out your sight,” I tell Bear, who is lying at the foot of the bed. He gives a low woof in response, and I bend to scratch his ears. “Good boy. Protect our girl.”