Chapter 11
Eric
Someone arrest me because I am molesting Marlow’s mouth.
Her insane thighs are around my hips, my cock pinning her to the door while we make out, my tongue destroying her perfect mouth, smearing that lipstick she was wearing all over her cheeks and chin, I’m sure.
I’m almost dreading my eyes adjusting to the light, because I’m pretty positive that if I see her slick body in that fucking dress again, I’m going to soak my jeans with jizz.
And I cannot do that, because she needs my ejaculate like a prescribed medication.
I still can’t believe this is my reality.
I’m never going to get used to this angel begging for me to bust in her mouth. Or her pussy. Ever.
Plain and simple, I’m a madman for Marlow.
I wake up horny for her and fall asleep the same way.
On the way to the party tonight, I stopped at the pharmacy to buy a pregnancy test, even though it’s way too soon to find out if she’s having my baby. I just want to know so badly. I want to know if she’s got my child in her stomach or if I have to keep trying.
One thing is for sure, I’ll be fucking her brains out, either way.
That’s all I can think about. Every second. Every hour.
Fucking the love of my life.
Being with her without a time limit.
Without worrying she’s going to be forced to break up with me or leave the school or a thousand other possibilities I won’t be able to live with.
But I’m not going to worry about any of that right now.
I can’t. I can’t, because I’m ripping the straps of her dress down to her waist, letting those perky little tits breathe, and I throw her higher against the door, tonguing them hungrily, molding her hips in my hands while I pull on her nipples with noisy suckles, her legs kicking around, wanting to get back around my hips.
Finally, I let them, just long enough to give her some friction against her pussy, listen to her moan for it, before I haul her off the door, turning, searching for a bed in the room with my newly adjusted eyesight.
There. I’ve barely laid her down on the cool comforter when I’m tearing her panties off and getting down on my belly, starved for the sweetness of her cunt.
I haven’t tasted it since the parking lot on Tuesday and it’s a constant craving.
I satisfy it now, rolling her nipples in my palm while I lick high and low along that seeping valley, collecting wetness and using it to tongue fuck her while she wiggles around sobbing.
She needs dick bad, so I rush to get my fill, plunging my tongue into her tight hole a few more times, dragging the fingers of my right hand downward from her tit to tickle her clit, teasing it with too light strokes until she’s ripping at the comforter.
“Eric. Eric.”
“I know,” I rasp, nuzzling my face in the juicy heaven of her pussy, while I unfasten my jeans, my bulky shaft hanging heavy between my thighs while I kiss my way up her superb little body, vibrating with the knowledge that I’m going to be inside of her again soon.
And she doesn’t mind getting wailed on. “It’s time for your fuck. I’m coming, baby.”
Lust grips me by the lungs when she rolls over onto her stomach beneath me, lifting her smooth ass cheeks and jiggling them against my erection. “I read that you can get deeper in this position.”
“Oh my God,” I pant, begging my balls not to erupt. “You want it doggy style?”
“Whatever gets the most come inside me,” she whispers earnestly, sliding her knees up beneath her, keeping her cheek pressed to the bed and lifting her ass high. “Pound me, Daddy. Feed me.”
I never foresaw myself as a man who could devolve into a sexual frenzy, but then again, I never expected Marlow.
Never expected this young, virginal goddess to appear out of thin air and have an obsession with my sperm.
If I’d been asked a week ago to describe a perfect fantasy, I couldn’t have come close to this girl being bent over in front of me, whimpering for a fresh load, so wet that all I need to do is position myself behind her and cram my engorged cock inside of her, groaning out of necessity at the ceiling as she lets me sink in, her delicate walls stretching to grant me passage.
“Christ, I still can’t believe you fit me,” I push through my teeth, that final inch sinking home.
“What did I do to deserve a little girl that can take my thick twelve, huh?” Following instinct, I raise my palm and spank her perky ass.
Five times, each smack firmer than the last, the slaps sending a hot reverberation through my cock.
“Goddamn, you’ve got my balls in fucking knots all day, baby. ”
“Loosen them,” she whispers seductively, working her hips side to side. “No need to be gentle about it.”
Christ. Christ.
She’s an angel. She’s a devil.
How is she real?
My face is screwed up in a wince as I slide my cock out a single inch of her tight cunt and refill her, a monstrous shudder tearing through me. “No. No. I’m going to blow.”
Instead of being disappointed that I might pop early, her sides start to heave with excitement. “Whatever you need, Daddy, just make it deep.”
I moan so loud, I know they heard it downstairs, but I’m beyond caring.
“I’ll eat you out so good afterward. I can’t…
I j-just can’t…you’re making the knots too tight.
” I press my chest to her bare back, getting into that position, the one a man gets into when he’s only got a few drives and then it’s all over.
I wrap a forearm beneath her hips to keep them elevated, my lower body starting to ram her all on its own, my need taking over.
I’m already guilty for the force I use to fuck her from behind, her screams barely muffled by the mattress.
“That little dress,” I grunt in her ear. “Is that what a come slut wears to stiffen up her man’s balls?”
“Yes,” she gasps, taking a pound.
“Worked, didn’t it? Boiled my jizz on fucking sight. I hope you like it hot.”
“I love it hot and yummy, Daddy. In my mouth. In my—”
“Stop. Oh God, oh God.” I flatten her to the bed like a fiend, both of my forearms beneath her hips, keeping her hole fuckable while the rest of her petite body is pinned beneath me.
My T-shirt has ridden up and my thick, hairy belly drags up and down in the small of her back, my knees opening and digging into the mattress, giving myself leverage to rail her harder, like a goddamn fuck toy, and I forget where I am.
Forget about anything but her amazing little cunt, my roars of pleasure echoing around the room, the bed slamming up against the wall every time I bottom out.
But I want to see her gorgeous face when I pop, my heart demanding it, and in seconds I’ve got Marlow on her back, taking my dick extra rough with a blissful expression on her face, that horny silk dress tangled up beneath her bouncing tits.
“Daddy’s tight fuck,” I growl above her head, my pumps coming in quick slaps now, faster than I knew I could move, my balls drawing up tight, tight, tight, my hulking body flattening her smaller, more delicate one. “Can I…just a little harder…”
“Yes.”
I’ll be ashamed later. Right now, I can only drive her up the bed with the kind of force I was taught never to use on a woman, but in this case, maybe because she’s a miracle, that final violent thrust shoots her into an orgasm, her screams like fucking poetry in my ears, my nut spurting into the deepest recesses of Marlow’s shaking body, spend firing out of me in thick glops, allowing me blessed relief.
She tilts her head back and moans while she’s being filled up with sperm, and something tells me she’s mentally tallying every sacred drop. “Thank you, Daddy,” she gasps as her cunt starts to overflow with the excess. “Thank you! Thank you!”
As usual, her exuberant joy over taking my come is like an aphrodisiac and I blow more.
More. I bay like a beast and spew into her fragile heat, depleting myself until I’m almost comatose, but I stay conscious out of fear that I might crush my Fairy Tale.
My sweet, vulnerable Fairy Tale that also has to be the horniest eighteen-year-old girl on the planet. Thank you, Jesus.
“Holy shit,” I heave, rolling onto my back beside her.
Holding her close and kissing her forehead when she rolls up against me.
That’s when my conscience catches up with me.
Fast. “Baby.” Alarm bells ringing, I turn and drag her to my chest, running my hands all over her friction burned, flushed, sweaty body. “Baby, did I hurt you?”
“No.” She grins up at me, stars dancing in her eyes. “I’ve never felt this good in my whole life. Never been this happy.”
“Me either,” I say, my throat hurting something fierce. “I love you, Marlow.”
“I love you, too.”
I’m not sure what happens to my brain here, but I’m looking down at this girl who is the epitome of beauty and temptation…
and she’s smart, thoughtful, funny, everything…
and she loves me? Forgive me, but I still don’t get it.
Maybe I should keep my mouth shut, but she’s keeping secrets from me, I can sense it, and I’m afraid of those secrets coming out and crumbling me when she just made me whole.
So I give voice to the ugliest insecurity floating around in my big, stupid head.
“Is the reason you don’t want to introduce me to your parents, because you think they’ll find me…unattractive? Or they’ll be horrified that I’m so…huge and—”
“What?” She jackknifes into a sitting position. “No. No!”
I don’t allow myself to be relieved. “Then why is it okay for my teammates to come over and be normal with your sisters?”
Her chest dips on a heavy breath. “Because they’re normal,” she mumbles.
I sit up, too, turning her chin so she’s forced to look at me. “What the hell do you mean by that?”
“Can’t we just leave things the way they are?” she whispers, her bottom lip trembling. “Seeing each other at school and whenever I can sneak away?”
The answer here should probably be yes. I should be grateful for every second of the time she’s willing to give me. But that wouldn’t be right.
Because whatever is wrong is making her cry. And excuse me, but fuck that.
“No, Fairy Tale, we can’t leave things the way they are.”
For some reason, that causes her to gasp and stiffen.
I’m so confused by her stricken expression that I don’t immediately react when she dives out of the bed, hurriedly putting on her high heels and fixing her dress.
She uses some tissues to wipe the come off the insides of her legs, tosses them in the waste basket, takes one long look at me and says, “I know you’re breaking up with me, but I’ll still love you. Always.”
Then she bolts.
Wait.
What?
What the hell?
What the hell just happened? She thinks I’m breaking up with her?
“Marlow!” I bellow, rushing to get out of the bed, pulling up my pants and zipping my fly, lightheaded from the total drainage of my body, but still stumbling after her, panic turning my blood to ice in my veins, the walls of the staircase a blur around me.
She thinks I broke up with her. My God, the pain on her face. It’s ruining me. “Marlow. Marlow!”
“She’s gone,” Garrett says, when I make it to the kitchen. “Went out the back door.”
I don’t even think, I simply barrel after her, my heart shattered over what I’ve inadvertently done. I need to make this right immediately or I think I could actually die.
“Wait!”
Even though my instincts are screaming at me to ignore the command and run after my Fairy Tale, the voice belongs to one of her stepsisters, and I’m praying she has valuable information to tell me. Something that will complete the puzzle that is my girlfriend.
“Wait, um…” I’m surprised to see both stepsisters coming toward me.
One of them takes my arm and steers me through the back door, out into the yard.
When they exchange a solemn glance, my stomach starts to pitch.
“You can’t just run after her. Not all the way to the house. You’ll get her in even worse trouble.”
“Why is she in trouble to begin with?” I shout, ready to tear out my hair.
They look down at the ground guiltily. “Because our mother doesn’t like Marlow.
She never has and…back when our parents first got together, Marlow rebelled and tried to run away, which got her locked in the attic on occasion.
But when my stepmother found the drawings and started to think Marlow was…
evil…” I jerk back at the familiar word.
She tried to tell me, in her own way. Didn’t she?
“Now she’s pretty much locked in the attic all the time.
Any time she’s home. She’s not even allowed to eat with us… ”
“Why didn’t she tell me?” I wheeze.
“I think…the ongoing punishment embarrasses her. I think my stepmother has been saying such nasty things about her for so long, she’s started to believe them.”
A broken sound tumbles out of my mouth.
I don’t stay for another word. I can’t.
This is why we can’t be a normal couple? She’s been horribly mistreated? Isolated?
Taught to be ashamed of herself and her abusive home life, when it’s her parents who should be humiliated and scorned?
Sick to my very soul, I turn on a heel and maraud through the woods with red tunnel vision, snarling and ripping down tree branches, bashing them into my chest to try and quell some of the violence that has come to life inside of me.
It doesn’t work. I only amp myself up for what’s to come. A long-overdue reckoning.
God help the people who have been hurting my baby.