• Thirty-Two •
Yeah, little doll, it’s big and real damn hard.
Thatcher
Forcing the food down my throat was difficult, but I did it as I watched her eat. Her words constantly replaying in my head like a fucking drum beating my skull. I’d given her pleasure. The way her tight cunt had squirted all in my mouth and on my face was proof that I could take care of her. Why did she need to be fucked? And kids? They would need her. Take her away from me. Sharing her was off-limits.
What was so wrong with being a virgin if you had mind-blowing orgasms? She’d gone this long without a cock in her pussy. Not that many hadn’t tried. I’d just made sure they never succeeded. If I couldn’t fuck her, then no one would.
But she wanted it.
I didn’t like her wanting something and not getting it.
The restless tension inside was getting worked up. The more I thought about her wanting to be fucked and the idea of some other man doing it made it worse. Could I fuck her and not snap? Was it possible for me to make it good for her and not get so lost in the fact that I was inside her cunt that I wouldn’t pounded the hell out of it? I could end up pinning her to the fucking bed with my hand around her throat while I sank into her like a man possessed.
My cock jerked, pressing harder against the zipper in my jeans. He wanted inside her. He’d been wanting inside her for years. I adjusted my throbbing erection and watched her drink the rest of her water. She hadn’t eaten all of her food, but she’d had enough. A body her size didn’t require as much.
I stood up with my empty plate and glass, then headed to the sink. I’d deal with these later. Capri needed a shower. She’d been sweating when I took her, and I knew she rested better when she was clean.
“I’ve eaten all I can. But thank you. That was good.” Her soft voice sounded so unsure.
She was scared, and I guessed it was a normal reaction to the events from today. I should have kept the truth about her house to myself. She hadn’t been ready for that. It had spooked her more than anything, it seemed.
I turned and took the plate from her, then placed it on the counter.
“Time for your shower,” I told her, then took her arm and began making my way to the master bath connected to my bedroom she’d been sleeping in.
She remained silent until I opened the door and took her inside.
“Wow,” she breathed.
I let her go and went to turn on the water so it could warm up. The water rained down from the shower’s ceiling like a heavy rain. I stepped back out with my hair and chest slightly wet to see her watching me.
I reached for the button on my jeans, then unzipped them before pushing them down my thighs until they pooled around my ankles and kicked them to the side. She stood there, staring at me, wide-eyed and unmoving. I walked over to her and reached for the hem of my shirt I’d put on her.
She grabbed it. “What are you doing?” The panic in her voice was cute.
The same woman who had just gone on about not wanting to be a virgin and wanting to be fucked was stopping me from taking her clothing off.
“You can’t get a proper shower with this shirt on.”
Her eyes dropped down to my boxer briefs I’d left on for her sake. “Are you going to stay in here while I shower?”
“I’m getting in the shower with you.”
Her head snapped back up, and she stared at me with those doe eyes. “What? Why?”
I cupped her face. “My face has been on your pussy. You’ve spread those legs and straddled my face while you got off. Are you really going to be shy about getting naked and taking a shower with me?”
She swallowed hard, and the pulse in her neck picked up. I ran my finger over it.
“I just … well, you’re not naked,” she stammered.
I grinned. “I left the underwear on for your sake, but if you want me naked …” I said and began taking them off.
She sucked in a breath.
Yeah, little doll, it’s big and real damn hard.
When I was completely naked in front of her, I grabbed the shirt and pulled it off her before she could stop me. A small, startled sound came from her, and if she kept that up, I was gonna be burying my face between her legs before I got her all cleaned up.
My gaze traveled down her body. Every smooth, creamy, perfect inch of it. Her nipples were hard little pink pebbles. I wanted those in my mouth, but first, her shower.
“You’re pierced, down there,” she said, staring at the lorum piercing at the base of my cock.
I winked at her before taking her hand and leading her to the arched stone entrance of the shower and under the hot, cascading water.
“Ah!” she squealed as the water hit her face, and then she turned it up, closing her eyes.
I stared at her, entranced briefly by the sight she made. All that blonde hair falling back as the water saturated it. I slicked it back from her pretty face. Reaching over, I picked up the body wash and filled my hand with the cedar-and-mint-scented soap I used. Lathering my hands up, I tried to decide where to start first. I intended to make sure she was cleaned thoroughly. When I placed my hands on her shoulders, she flinched, and her eyes flew open as she stared at me through wet lashes.
“I’ll bathe your body first. Then, I’ll get your hair,” I told her as I ran my palms over her chest and down to cup her breasts.
Something real close to a moan came from her soft lips as I massaged her plump tits. They weren’t big, but they were bouncy and fucking perky. The round pink nipples puckered even more as I ran a fingertip around each one.
I was going to get distracted. I had to move on. I took special care of her stomach and hips, then reached around to her back, coming under her arms and then sliding my hands down her sides. I was going to struggle when I got to her cunt, and I’d been trying to keep from touching it yet, but she was squirming now.
My little doll was anticipating it. Fuck, that was sexy. I slid my hand down and over her bare mound. She opened her legs more for me, and I grinned at her sudden willingness to cooperate. When I slid my hand between her thighs, she let out a sigh and closed her eyes. I focused on cleaning it. Not finger-fucking it. That was a struggle when she kept rubbing against my hand.
“Stop that,” I scolded her and slapped her pussy.
She cried out, her eyes flying open, and grabbed on to my arm with one of her hands. “OH!”
Fuck, she liked it.
“I need to clean you,” I told her.
“Do that again,” she breathed.
Clenching my teeth, I tried to keep my head straight.
“Please, Thatcher,” she pleaded, opening wider.
Motherfucker.
The hard slap I delivered this time was loud.
Her nails dug into my arms, and her knees buckled. “AH! More!”
Jesus Christ. She was getting off on it. My sweet, innocent little Capri liked having her pussy slapped. The knowledge triggered something, and I wasn’t sure it was good. She wasn’t supposed to want this. Having my tongue lick her cunt was gonna be pleasurable for her. But this was different.
“Capri,” I said in a hard tone.
She needed to stop this.
Her eyelashes fluttered as she stared up at me through the rain shower over our heads. “Just a little more. Harder,” she panted.
I lowered my head, narrowing my eyes to stare into her grey ones. “Good girls—virgins—don’t want their pussy slapped hard,” I said through clenched teeth.
Her tongue darted out, licking the water from her lips. “How would you know? Have you asked them?”
She let out a yelp, and I realized my fingers were digging into her hip. I eased my hold and took a deep breath, but I didn’t get it all the way in before her soft, dainty hand wrapped around my cock. I choked on the oxygen I’d been trying to inhale and slammed my palm against the stone wall behind her head.
“What the fuck, Capri?!” I roared as my dick throbbed like a damn beast.
“I want to feel it,” she said, sliding her hand down it. “It’s thick and veiny.” She ran her thumb over the head and jerked. “And here, the skin is so soft even though it’s hard.” Her hand ran to the bottom, where the bar was pierced through, and she gasped.
I wanted to tell her to stop touching it. To back away. That she was waking something she nor I could control. But I couldn’t form words. Not when I stood there, looking down at her hand on me. Brushing her fingers over the piercing, then the head. She began to massage my damn slit, and I hit the wall again and let out a snarling sound I didn’t recognize. She had to stop.
“Does that hurt?” she asked.
I knew her eyes were on my face, but tearing my own off the sight of her stroking me was impossible. She had me transfixed.
“No,” I grunted.
It didn’t fucking hurt, but I was slipping. My sanity was going fast, and the harder I clawed at it to hang on, the slipperier it got. I had to stop her. Make her let go.
“Can I lick it?”
A dark unhinging happened in my head, and I snapped my head up to look at her face. That innocence no longer seemed like something I had to protect. Not from me. I owned it. This belonged to me. When her eyes widened with a fleck of fear in them, it only fed me more.
Yeah, little doll, you woke the fucking demons.
Grabbing her waist, I picked her up and backed her up against the wall. Her legs wrapped around me, and that fast, unsteady breathing she was doing made me want to laugh. I moved her down until I felt the hot, tight hole that I was gonna own.
I reached down and grabbed my cock, then ran it over her slit. She made a small whimper.
“That’s it, little doll. It’s big, isn’t it?” I taunted as I ran it over her pussy lips. “And your cunt is tiny. But you wanted fucked. If someone is going to hurt this sweet pussy, it’s gonna be me.”
“Thatcher,” she breathed, her nails biting into my shoulders.
I liked that. Leave marks, little doll.
I didn’t wait for her to say more. Mostly because I no longer held my control. She’d snapped it. Leaning down near her ear, I chuckled. Hearing the demented sound only made my cock throb harder.
“You wanted it,” I whispered in her ear. “Then, take it!”
I slammed into her, knowing in the back of my mind that I’d hate myself for this when I was sane again.
Her scream filled the steamy shower, and I grabbed her wet hair, pulling it back so she was looking up at me. Seeing who it was that was taking that pussy. Me. It would only be me. GODDAMN, she was tight. When I pushed in harder, she let out another cry.
“That tight cunt has it all now,” I told her, brushing my lips over her cheekbone. “You’re squeezing me so good.” I licked at her open mouth. “I tried to just eat that sweet pussy. Just give you pleasure,” I explained, pulling back slowly before sinking back into the slick velvet walls bringing me a nirvana I hadn’t known was possible. “But you kept pushing me.” I nipped at her bottom lip with my teeth. “Making me do things I didn’t want to do.”
I pumped into her again. She was so hot. It was so slick. Fucking hell, I didn’t want to ever pull out of her.
“OH!” she moaned.
I watched as the pain she’d felt faded from her face. It was starting to feel good. That cherry was popped, and now, I had my own magical cunt to bury my dick in.
“That’s it, sweet girl. Stretching for me so good,” I praised her as I squeezed her ass cheeks in my hands. “How do you like being filled? Hmm? Is this what you wanted? Your cunt to be stuffed with my cock?”
“Oh God! Thatcher,” she cried and clawed at my arms.
“Yes, baby?”
“I’m gonna come,” she said.
Her mouth fell open, and she went stiff before screaming out my name and sending her gushing release all over my dick. Jerking out of her, I put her down on the ledge of the stone, giving her some more height, and spun her around.
“Hands on the wall!” I ordered.
She was gasping for breath as she placed her palms on the stone and leaned forward. I grabbed her right leg and lifted it until I could get her high enough to sink my dick back into. Just as I watched it disappear back into her tight hole, I realized there was no condom.
FUCK!
She squeezed me as she started to go off again. Bucking her ass back against me and trying to grab on to the wall. I was inside her raw. Things started to grow hazy as I felt a tightness in my chest take me. I’d never had a pussy bare. This one was coating my dick with her cream with no barrier.
My cunt!
I felt the heat in my balls and knew I was about to fill her if I didn’t get out. But I wanted it in there. Filling her up. I was clean. I got checked. My knees felt weak, and I took that one second to decide the little pill she took every morning was safe.
“FUUUCK!” I roared, slamming into her as my body convulsed.
My abs locked up tight as I began to pump my release into her. She was moaning again and clenching my cock with her tight cave.
Once I finished, I stared down at her back as she started to go limp in my hands. There was no going back from this. It was done, and she’d have to face the consequences. No one deserved what she had just claimed. But she’d taken it regardless.
My fucked-up, twisted soul was hers. Demons and all.