Chapter 4
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Thorne
She's so fucking responsive it makes my head spin.
Every touch, every word of praise makes her moan and arch like she's been starving for it.
For me. Her nipple pebbles against my tongue as I suck harder, and her hands fist in my hair, holding me to her chest like she's afraid I'll stop.
As if I could. As if I'd ever willingly take my hands or mouth off her perfect body now that I've had a taste.
Five years of isolation, of nightmares and grief, and now this angel is writhing underneath me, offering herself up like a sacrifice. Like salvation.
I lavish attention on her other breast, my hand sliding down to her panties. She lifts her hips eagerly, helping me strip them off. Christ, she's already soaked, her thighs glistening in the dim light.
"Look at you," I murmur, running my fingers through her folds. She bucks against my hand, desperate for more contact. "So wet for Daddy already."
Her eyes flutter closed, cheeks flushing pink at the word. "Please," she whispers, and it's the sweetest sound I've ever heard.
I strip quickly, watching her eyes widen as I reveal myself.
I know what she sees—a body hardened by years of physical labor, scars from accidents with tools and trees, and a cock that looks almost comically large compared to her tiny frame.
But there's no fear in her expression. Just wonder. Hunger.
"You're sure?" I ask, positioning myself between her spread thighs. My cock throbs painfully, the head brushing against her wet heat. I'm already leaking pre-cum, my body more eager than it's ever been.
She nods, reaching for me, pulling me closer. "I'm sure."
I brace myself over her, one hand beside her head, the other guiding my cock to her entrance. Our eyes lock as I push forward, just the tip breaching her tight opening.
"You're mine now, little girl." The words rumble from somewhere deep in my chest, primal and possessive. "No one else touches what's mine."
She moans, her hips lifting to take more of me. "Yes," she breathes. "Yours."
I push in slowly, inch by inch, watching her face for any sign of pain. She's tight—so fucking tight—but she takes me beautifully, her body yielding to mine like it was made for this purpose. For me.
"That's it, good girl," I praise as I finally bottom out, fully sheathed in her heat. "Stretch for Daddy."
Her inner walls pulse around me, adjusting to my size. I hold still, though every instinct screams at me to move, to claim, to rut. I won't hurt her. Not my little girl. Not my Lila.
"So big," she gasps, her hands gripping my shoulders. "You feel…oh God..."
I start to move then, slow, controlled thrusts that have her mewling beneath me. Each withdrawal and push back in is torture and bliss. Her pussy grips me like it doesn't want to let go, and the thought makes my chest swell with primitive satisfaction.
"Perfect," I growl, picking up the pace. “Knew you’d be like this. Knew you’d be able to take it like a good little girl.”
Her moans get higher, breathier as I fuck her deeper. Her legs wrap around my waist, ankles locking behind my back, pulling me in tighter. The trust in her eyes, the way she surrenders completely to me, makes something fierce and protective roar to life inside me.
Mine to protect. Mine to pleasure. Mine to keep. MINE!
I flip her suddenly, manhandling her onto her hands and knees. She squeaks in surprise but doesn't protest, especially when I slide back into her from behind, hitting even deeper this way.
"Oh!" she cries out, fingers digging into the sheets. "Thorne!"
I grab her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh as I pull her back onto my cock with each thrust. The sight of her taking me, her perfect ass jiggling with each impact, drives me wild. I bring my hand down on one cheek, not too hard, testing her reaction.
She moans louder, pushing back against me. "Again," she begs.
Jesus Christ. She's perfect.
I spank her again, harder this time, watching the pink bloom across her pale skin. "You like that? Like when Daddy spanks you?"
"Yes," she whimpers. "Yes, please."
I establish a rhythm—thrust, spank, praise. Her ass turns a beautiful rosy color, and her pussy gets impossibly wetter around my cock. My balls slap against her with each thrust, heavy and full, ready to empty inside her.
"Gonna pump you full," I promise, my voice rough with exertion and need. “You’re gonna be pregnant by tonight, little girl.”
Something about the words makes her clench around me, a high keening sound escaping her throat. "Please," she begs, though I'm not sure she even knows what she's begging for.
I know. I'm going to give her my seed, mark her from the inside out. Make her mine in the most primal way possible.
"Gonna keep you here forever," I continue, one hand snaking around to rub her clit as I pound into her. "Fill you up every day. Watch you grow round with my baby."
Her whole body stiffens at my words, and she comes with a wail, her pussy clamping down on my cock like a vise. The sensation is too much—her tightness, her surrender, the knowledge that I've claimed her.
I thrust once, twice more, and then I'm coming, emptying myself deep inside her with a roar that might be her name.
My body becomes a live wire, every nerve ending firing at once.
My cock pulses, spurt after spurt of hot seed flooding her womb.
I grind against her, making sure every drop stays inside where it belongs.
We collapse together, me careful not to crush her smaller frame. I stay inside her as long as I can, enjoying the aftershocks that ripple through her around my softening cock. When I finally slip out, I feel a primal satisfaction at the sight of my cum leaking from her well-used pussy.
I gather her to me, tucking her against my chest. She fits perfectly in my arms, like a missing puzzle piece finally slotting into place. Her breathing evens out as I stroke her hair, her back, needing to touch her, to reassure myself that she's real. That this is real.
"That was..." she starts, then laughs softly. "I don't even have words."
"Good," I rumble, kissing the top of her head. Something tight in my chest loosens for the first time in five years. Something that feels dangerously like hope.
And I decide right then and there…
No one is taking her from me. Not now. Not ever.