33. You should have listened
You should have listened
Wade
She could have been hurt.
Gritting my teeth, I grip the steering wheel so tightly it creaks.
“Wade?” She slides closer to reach across the console and touches my leg. “Are you okay?”
“You didn’t listen,” I growl. “I told you to get in the truck.”
Her lips twist as she chews in the inside of her cheek. “He looked like he was getting ready to fight you.”
“And how would you have stopped that?” I snap. “It’s literally my job to keep dumbasses like that under control. If you had gotten in the middle of it, I can guarantee I wouldn’t have let him live.”
She shifts in her seat, rubbing her knees together. “What do you mean?” Her voice drops into a husky purr.
I reach over to bury my fingers between her clenching thighs. “If one fucking hair on your head was put out of place, he would have died right there in that parking lot.”
Her mouth forms a perfect “O”. “Really?” Then her hand falls to my wrist to tug my thumb closer to her panties.
With a fast glance in my rearview mirror, I jerk the wheel to the wide shoulder and slam on the brakes.
After tossing it into park, I jog around to her door.
“Out,” I bark, curling my finger at her.
That damn pouty lip rolls when she pauses. But then fire blazes in her eyes. “Yes, daddy.”
“You need to learn how to mind,” I say hoarsely, watching her skirt ride up her supple legs as she slides across to me.
When her ankles breech the plane of the truck, I grip them to pull.
Her shriek makes my nuts twitch as she falls into my arms.
My fingers wrap her ponytail to tilt her chin before I crash my mouth against hers.
So much gets poured into that kiss.
The pain I felt without her. The fear that she’d be hurt.
The lust that rages through my veins.
“Don’t you ever do that again,” I murmur against her sweet lips, then let her feet settle on the earth. “Now turn around and bend over.”
She obeys me without hesitation, digging her nails into the fabric of the cushion.
But she glances back quickly, dark eyes flaring, when she hears my belt slip through the loops.
“It is my duty—” Letting my knuckles trace up between her quivering legs, I slowly fold her skirt over her hips to expose that pink fucking thong that slapped me in the face weeks ago when I bought it.
“—to keep you safe. Even if it’s from yourself.
” Looping my finger through the silky fabric, I snug it so it rides up the slit of her wet pussy.
“Do you understand?” I let the leather end of my belt tickle along her calf, hoping she knows I’d never hurt her.
Her head drops, pushing her round ass into the air. “I don’t know, daddy. You need to teach me.” She rocks her pelvis against me as she widens her stance, begging me with her body.
This girl.
She knows and yet wants more.
When I snap the strap lightly behind her knee, she gasps with only a tiny jerk.
“I want to protect you.” I let it smack again against her upper thigh, hard enough to leave a pink mark.
Damned if she doesn’t moan.
“Keep you safe.” Another sharp whip of the belt looses a red line just under the swell of her delicious round ass making her cry out.
I can’t resist squatting to lick the sting, then shift her panties far enough to continue my mouth’s exploration to her dripping cunt.
“Why?” she pants, rolling against my lips as her breath hitches.
As if she doesn’t know.
Rising behind her and dropping my zipper, I free my throbbing cock to sink into her.
Heat blazes under my skin, wrapping me in its numbing embrace, dulling the world around us until it’s only me…in her.
Every sense pinpoints to the place where we’re joined.
Folding over her writhing hips, I wrap her hair around my palm to tug her head high enough I can find her ear with my mouth.
“Because you’re mine ,” I grunt, driving into her again.
“Yours,” she exhales. “Fuck me like you’ll never let me go.” She straightens her arms, matching my rhythm to grind me even deeper.
“I want to keep you.” Each thrust pushes me closer. “Forever,” I groan as our thighs slap.
My palm flattens to find her hip with another sharp bite. “So don’t ever—” Digging my fingers into her curve of her waist, I ram her with feral intensity.
“—do anything—” I can feel it brewing. The muscles of her tight pussy begin to flutter around me, fighting me every time I pull back. “—like that again.”
Wrapping around her, I trace her belly to dive my finger under the dripping fabric of her thong to find her taut clit.
When I touch her, she tenses like I’ve electrocuted her.
“Yes, daddy!” she screams, arching her throat to the heavens as she shudders, locking me in the iron vise of her contracting cunt until I can’t take any more.
A part of me says I should pull out to spill over the red marks like before.
But I don’t want to.
The need to spurt my seed against her womb makes me erupt into her burning depths.
She is mine.
I meant what I said.
As the last tremors ripple through us, I let my cock ease out of her, then turn her in my arms.
Cupping her pussy, I push two fingers in. “Hold that in there, my little rule breaker.”
Her flushed cheeks frame a crooked smile as she pulls my mouth down to hers. “You know that’s how babies are made?” she whispers, then nibbles on my lower lip.
“Mmhmm.” Running my palms up her back, I press her closer so I can taste her again. “Then the world would know that I choose you.”
I pick her up easily and deposit her back onto her seat.
When I crawl behind the wheel, her fingers reach out to wrap the inside of my elbow.
It feels right.
But as I start the truck, we both freeze.
There across the screen in the dash, my most recent text message pops up.
Pete: Here’s the address to pick up Cynthia.