5. Lars
CHAPTER 5
Lars
P aperwork is the worst part of my job and what took up most of the Saturday I was supposed to have off. The first part of the day was spent speaking with Ellie’s social worker to let her know what was happening with their daughter at the Hillards’ house. After telling me they’d never had any complaints before and couldn’t just pull Ellie out, I was ready to explode.
She’s eighteen and should be able to choose where she lives, preferably with me, but things work a little differently because she’s still in school. Especially with the way her life has been turned upside down.
I’m pissed, to say the least. All I want to do is fix this for her, but I’m helpless due to the system I’ve believed in most of my life.
Entering the house, it’s after ten, and I know Damon and Ellie are watching more movies. My son has kept me up to date on everything they’ve done today, and so far, it’s not much more than being couch potatoes.
I don’t mind. It means Ellie is safe and somewhere she’s wanted. The more I learn about her past, the more I realize she has always been a means to an end for everyone who was supposed to love and cherish her.
Her mother used her to get money from her father.
Her father used her for appearance's sake so he could kill.
And the Hillards see her as a paycheck, too. Maybe they care; I can’t be sure.
The school now looks at her as a pity project from what I’ve learned, and I’m mad as hell. They plan to have a school bake sale to raise funds for her education after high school, spreading information about her life as a way to reach more people. To gain their pity. She’ll hate it.
“Sshhh,” Damon says, pointing to Ellie lying on the sofa, fast asleep while some racing movie plays. “You should take her to bed, though.” He grins like he’s got it all figured out.
Much as I’d love to spend the night holding Ellie again, she was too much temptation last night, and I just can’t. I won’t be able to restrain myself from sliding between her thighs and settling deep inside her pussy, right where I belong.
“I’m going to shower,” I respond instead, ignoring the disappointed look on his face.
I have to, or I might cave, and I can’t do that to Ellie. Things are bad enough without people accusing me of taking advantage of her and the filthy things that could be said to her. She’s been hurt enough in this lifetime; I can’t and won’t be the reason adding to it.
Closing my bedroom door, I strip off my clothes and head to the shower. I’m tense from a stressful day and what became a rough night, unable to work off my hunger for Ellie with her in my bed, and there was no time in the shower earlier.
Blasting the hot water with a slight mix of cold, I step into the spray, allowing the massage jets to work away the day before cleaning myself up. As the soap slides down my body, my hands rubbing it in, and the heat of the shower, it’s all a perfect storm for my dick to grow. To beg for something we can’t have. Something so forbidden we can’t imagine living without it.
In the shower, however, I can have her. Ellie can be mine in here, and I can picture her on her knees, mouth open, eyes begging for me to feed her my cock. It’s so vivid. The heat of her mouth, the softness of her lips, the rough pad of her tongue as she licks me like her favorite lollipop.
It’s almost too real, and I force open my eyes to make sure I’m not dreaming.
Finding my hand wrapped around my cock, disappointment nearly withers the horny bastard. Stroking roughly from root to tip, I allow the image of Ellie sucking me down to fuel my fire.
“Fuck, sweetheart, suck Daddy down like a good girl.” Groaning as I stroke, I imagine petting her head with my other hand, grabbing up the loose strands of her hair to force her head back. “Look how well you take this cock. Such a good girl.” My inflection is harsh in the quiet of the room.
Working my hand up and down faster, I imagine her breathy moans and the suction of her mouth as my release barrels forward. My ass clenches as my toes curl, and I expel a loud bellow they likely hear downstairs. I don’t care, though. That was the best orgasm of my life. The wasted seed down the drain, however, deflates my ego a little because I’d prefer it take root inside Ellie’s womb, creating the perfect mix of her and me.
“Fuck.”
Shutting off the water, I barely dry my body before dropping into bed, more frustrated than when I woke up this morning with a raging hard-on painful enough that I’d have preferred being shot.
All I can think about is fucking Ellie. It’s becoming an addiction, and I don’t know if I can let it go. I don’t know if I want to.
Drifting off with thoughts of the girl downstairs playing in my mind, my hand wanders back down to my hardening dick and strokes until I fall into semi-slumber.
Awakened, I notice a shift in the air as the door opens and closes quietly.
She’s here again.
Her faint sniffling alerts me to her distress, and before she makes it to the bed, I pull the covers back for her. I don’t think she notices until she tries to push it down. I remain still and quiet until she settles on the edge of the bed again.
She doesn’t get the chance to tug the blanket over her body before I cradle her back into my chest. “Why are you crying?” Nuzzling my nose into her throat, I kiss the exposed flesh, noticing the goosebumps as they appear.
“I have nightmares sometimes,” she whispers, lightly touching my chest as she turns into me.
Rolling over the top of her, I hear her suck in a breath as my leaking cock brushes against her thigh, seeking out her cunt. She’s only in a t-shirt and panties tonight–last night, she had on shorts–making it impossible for me to resist.
“About what?” It’s fifty-fifty whether I get the truth or not.
“My father.” Her legs widen for me, and my dick settles against her core. Immediately, I feel her getting wet for me. Thank fuck.
“Can Daddy make you forget about it?” She whimpers at my use of the parental name.
“Daddy?” My dick jumps, and my heart skips a beat.
“Yeah, sweetheart, Daddy.” I draw back, barely able to make out her eyes, but I can feel the way her body buzzes, and I know she likes it. “From the minute you opened that damn door, I’ve wanted to take care of you. To be the dominant man in your life. I knew you’d need a firm hand, and I plan on giving you everything you want now.”
“Okay.” Her soft agreement makes my dick throb.
Christ, is she real? Giving me what I’ve always wanted?
“Tell Daddy how far you’ve gone with a boy before?” I deliberately don’t say man because I refuse to believe she’s been with one.
Her fingers scratch at my chest, and her eyes lower as she answers me nervously, “I haven’t done anything.”
“Kissing?” Her head shakes. “Petting, touching?” Her teeth nibble her lip as our eyes meet briefly. “Completely pure?” I hope she recognizes the gratitude in my tone because I’m filled with it. I’ve never had a virgin before. Never met anyone completely untouched. And here she is, the perfect canvas for me to teach my artistry.
“Oh, sweetheart, Daddy is going to have so much fun teaching you the art of erotic pleasure.”
“You’re not mad?”
“God, no. This is a gift. I swear I’ll spend my entire life treasuring you.”
She fucking purrs at my words as her thighs lift, inviting me further into her without a word. The woman may be untouched, but her body is fully aware of what to do.
“I’m going to kiss you.” I trace her plump lips with a finger. “I want you to open for me just a little, and when my tongue touches yours, move with me, okay?” She gives an eager nod as I lean down.
Savoring the feeling of our first touch, I groan deeply, the sound vibrating between us, and she sighs, her enjoyment obvious. Applying more pressure, I breathe rapidly into the kiss, unable to hide or quell my excitement as our lips push deeper for more intimacy.
“Like that?” Her breathless question makes me want to dive between her legs and show her true pleasure.
“Yeah, sweetheart, exactly like that and any way you enjoy. Nothing is ever wrong that we want to do together, okay?” She simply nods. I speak with a firmer tone. “I need the words, Ellie.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I nearly come at the word leaving her mouth. I didn’t realize how much I needed to hear her say it.
“When we’re in the bedroom, that’s what you always call me. Got it?” I’m barely hanging on by a thread now.
“Yes, Daddy.” Her voice is more confident this time, and I leak pre-cum out all over her covered slit. I can’t fucking wait to get in there.
“Give me your tongue, baby.”
She leans up, parting her lips slightly, and as soon as my tongue flicks her lip, she opens wider, giving me exactly what I want. Our tongues touch, gently at first, growing firmer with each moment, fucking them in and out of our mouths, the same way I need my cock in her tight sheath.
“The fucking things I want to do to you.” The kiss grows dirtier, sloppier, and all I can think is this is how I want her pussy. Dirty and depraved.