CHAPTER EIGHT
Karina
Dante stops at a grocery store on the way back to his house. “Ain’t got much food back at the cabin, babe.”
Not a lot of room with the bike to bring groceries back either. We purchase enough supplies to carry us through breakfast and lunch tomorrow.
We make it back to his cabin right as a rainstorm hits. It’s crazy because we haven’t had rain in I don’t know how long. But the sky cracks open and we’re soaked before we make it to the front door.
I squeal, hating the feel of my wet clothes sticking to me. Dante and I tumble into the kitchen, where I help him put the groceries away. We’re both dripping water all over the floor, when he turns to me with one eyebrow raised.
“Strip.”
“Wha-what?” My voice quivers at the unexpected request.
Dante leans back on the counter and folds his thick arms over his chest. “You heard me, baby girl,” he answers in that low, commanding voice that turns me to jelly.
“Yes, daddy.”
I yank the sweatshirt he let me borrow up and over my head and set it on the nearest counter. Next, my T-shirt. I shake wet strands of hair out of my eyes, before reaching for the button on my jeans.
“Turn around and peel those jeans down nice and slow.”
More heat curls in my belly. My nipples are painfully hard and it has nothing to do with the chill.
Slowly, I turn, arching my back and peering over my shoulder as I undo the button and work my pants over my hips. Behind me, Dante groans.
“That’s it, baby girl. Nice and slow.”
I wiggle and tease him a little before slipping my jeans under my ass. Bending over and swaying gets a louder groan from him, so I work the material off faster. Unfortunately, everything gets tangled up in my boots and I almost tip over.
How clumsy and embarrassing.
I sob, on the verge of tears.
Then Dante’s hands are on my hips. “Stuck, little girl?”
I nod pitifully and he turns me to face him. His mouth crashes over mine, taking me in a rough kiss. Big hands wrap around my waist, carrying me to the counter and setting me down. At first, I think it’s to help me get my shoes off, but Dante has other ideas.
“I kind of like you all bound up like this. Lie back.”
I don’t even think about it before cool counter kisses my bare shoulder blades.
“Stretch your arms over your head. Yeah, nice.”
He uses my jeans as a sort of handle and lifts my legs in the air, while he frees his cock. “Stay,” he orders me, while he whips out a condom and rolls it down his thick shaft.
I don’t move a muscle.
He doesn’t just slam into me though. Lightly touching me, he smiles. “All wet and ready for me, baby girl?”
A full-bodied shiver rips through me. My breath rushing in and out in quick puffs.
Dante just keeps on smiling. Stroking me, circling my clit with his wet, rough fingers, until I’m quivering and trembling at every touch.
I’m burning with the need. But I also enjoy the way he’s playing with me, teasing me.
“Tell me you want it,” he demands.
“Yes, please, I want your cock so much,” I plead. My girly bits are throbbing with so much need I don’t have the decency to care about how desperate and pathetic I sounded. I just want him inside me, relieving this agonizing ache he’s stirred up.
He doesn’t laugh, or tease me for my desperation. If anything, his expression intensifies.
“Yeah, my baby girl wants it bad.”
I nod frantically. “Yes.”
His cock prods my entrance, but he doesn’t slam into me.
He thrusts gently, nudging himself inside me inch by thick inch, while leaning over, staring down at me.
Watching my every reaction. Another drag of his cock out and back in.
Stretching me open, filling me, the friction of his cock against my sensitive skin shooting sparks of pleasure all over me.
I roll my hips, arch my back to invite him deeper.
When he seems satisfied I’m ready, he moves fast and wild, pounding into me over and over.
The counter is slick with our sweat, and I slide a little.
Dante pauses, fumbling with my shoes, ripping my jeans off my legs.
He cups his hand over my shoulder, holding me in place for his punishing thrusts.
I wrap my legs around his waist and hang on.
It doesn’t take long for his cock to bring me right to the edge. Hot shivers work down my body as I reach my peak. I scream out words that make no sense, my body jerking from the orgasm tearing through me.
Above me he shudders, opens his mouth and lets out a harsh shout. But his eyes never leave my face. His arms shake, the cords in his neck stand out, but he keeps pounding his hips wringing every last bit of pleasure from both of us.
When he finishes, he lowers his head, touches my mouth with his. This is different from our earlier encounters. It’s tender and grateful and wonderful.
Dante
As our heart rates slow, I’m slammed with one thought.
I’m fucked.
I’m so motherfucking fucked.
This girl.
My longtime cold, bitter heart is shattering and disintegrating. In its place is something alive, warm, and pulsing with need to possess this girl.
I can’t afford to be warm in my life. Anything that belongs to me can be used against me.
The thought of anyone harming her has me ready to dismember men with my bare hands. This isn’t just some weekend fuckfest. I know this. I’m already planning to move her into my goddamn house for fuck’s sake.
“You okay, baby girl?”
Those beautiful pink lips curve into a soft smile. “Yes. I’m more than okay.”
Fuck, she’s sweet. I don’t want to pull out of her, but my softening cock and soggy condom say it’s time. I toss the condom in the trash and clean up. Holding my hand out to her, I pull her into a sitting position and help her off the counter.
She stares up at me with a cute, awed expression. “My legs are shaking.”
I can’t help laughing. “Mine too, babe.”
Stalking over to the sink, I pull down two glasses, fill one with water, and hand it to her.
She gulps it down in greedy pulls and sets the glass on the counter.
As I take a few sips from my own glass, her gaze bounces around the room.
As if on autopilot, she starts picking up our discarded clothes.
“Leave it.”
“But—”
“Leave. It.”
She sets the clothes in her hand on the counter. “Okay.”
Taking her hand, I lead her upstairs and we get ready for bed. The lights are off and I’m under the covers for a few minutes when she slides next to me. Even in the dark, I sense her hesitation. Lifting my arm out, I beckon her to me. “Come on, baby girl.”
She nudges and nuzzles her way under my arm, throwing her leg over mine, wrapping her arm around my waist and after a few minutes falls asleep.
The rest of the weekend is pretty much the same. We fuck. We talk. Karina cooks for us. She’s a hell of a cook, making me want her even more.
Sunday night we’re in the living room. I’m on the couch. She’s sitting on the floor between my feet doing her homework.
Yeah, it’s weird. But I keep reminding myself she’s eighteen.
Every now and then I reach out and run my fingers over her hair and she hums or leans back against me. Other than that, she’s very focused on her work.
When she finishes, she stuffs her books and notes into her backpack. “Do you have a computer I can use?”
“Not here, babe.”
She chews on her bottom lip. “I should have brought my laptop.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I need to submit an essay to one of my teachers.”
“Can you do it in the morning?”
More lip chewing. I press my thumb against her chin to get her to stop. “Yeah,” she finally answers.
I pat the cushion, inviting her to sit next to me. A playful-smile flickers over her lips.
“I want to talk to you seriously.”
Her teasing smile disappears replaced by nervous lip biting. Once she’s sittin’ beside me, I take her hand. “I like you a lot, Karina. Want you to move in here.”
“What?”
“Did I stutter? I want you here. Like havin’ you around. Like your cooking. Love fuckin’ you. I don’t like you living in that neighborhood by yourself all the time. Or walking to school through that neighborhood by yourself.”
“But I need to get to school.”
“I’ll take care of it.”
“My father—”
“Your father lets you fend for yourself. He’s gone long stretches.” I reach out and trace her cheekbone with my finger, sliding down to cup her chin. “Baby girl needs to be looked after.”
Those are the magic words. A hiss of air rushes through her parted lips, her pupils dilate. Next to me, her body trembles like crazy.
“Yes,” she finally whispers. “I’d like to be here with you.”
“Ain’t gonna lie to you, sweetheart, there’s times I’ll be out on a run and not here for long stretches.
But if you’re here I won’t be takin’ as many runs for the club as I do now.
” I’m fuckin’ plannin’ to make Hemi take as many runs as possible.
Keep that asshat far the fuck away from my little bitch.
“Okay.” She hesitates. “Dante? What about school? In the fall, I’m planning to go to State, live on campus…”
I shrug. “Campus is what? Forty-five minutes away? I’ll come see you or you’ll come home.”
Relief spreads across her face. “Oh, okay.”
“I ain’t gonna stop you from goin’ to school, babe. Besides, this might not work out.” I hate sayin’ it, but it’s the truth.
Her face falls.
“Babe, come on. You might get to campus and decide an old fuck like me ain’t worth wasting your time on.”
Her lip quivers and she shakes her head. “I don’t think so.”