Chapter 19
REN
THREE WEEKS LATER
E loise kneels in front of me, wearing nothing but a cute pair of panties and a heavenly smile.
She presses sweet, gentle kisses all over my torso, teasing her way down to my cock and as I look down and watch her, I still struggle to believe all this is real.
These past few weeks have been the best weeks of my life.
I don’t have to hide in the shadows anymore.
I’ve spent every night lying beside her.
I’m even starting to forget what being lonely feels like.
My cock twitches as her mouth gets closer, and when my thick head touches against her chin, so close and yet so far away from those full, rose-colored lips, I swear I’m going to spurt over the fist she starts jerking me off with.
“You want to come on my tongue?” she asks, looking up at me like a little vixen, as she rolls that tongue around my tip.
“You know where I wanna come, Kitten,” I remind her, not that she should need it.
I’ll bet Eloise Meadows can’t remember the last time her pussy wasn’t dripping with the cum I fucked inside it.
I make sure she’s topped up morning, noon and fucking night, and I still don’t hear her complaining, in fact I’d go as far as saying she likes it.
She smirks back up at me, using her hand to press my dick against my stomach as she lowers her mouth to my balls, kissing them tenderly, and looking up at me through her lashes.
My girl has learned so much over the past few weeks, and her confidence has accelerated.
She’s accepting of everything I ask of her, and more importantly, she’s stopped asking questions.
She’s living for the moment, embracing what we have, because she knows as well as I do that if she knew the truth, the walls we’ve built around us would come crashing down.
Her tongue slowly glides up my shaft, her eyes menacing as she keeps looking up at me to see my reaction.
I give her one and snarl, letting her know how much trouble she’s in when it’s my turn.
I’ve created my own version of a monster, a pretty little monster who’s prepared to shut out the world and all her inhibitions for me.
She sinks her mouth over my cock, taking me right to the back of her throat, and I look across to the mirror on her dressing table and see the devil in my shadow.
He leers over my shoulder, watching, and even he judges me for the way I’m betraying the sweet, innocent creature who’s on her knees in front of me.
There are days when I feel guilty for what I’m doing.
Days where I hate myself for not ever being able to give Eloise the normal that she so desperately wants.
But there are never days when I regret it.
The closer I’ve gotten to her, the more brutal the beast has become.
I know there is nothing that I would let take her from me now, how can I when she’s a part of me?
She’s not just my obsession anymore. She’s the air I breathe, she’s the blood that pulses through my veins. She’s everything.
I’ll never let her go.
I grip my hand around her throat when I feel myself getting too close.
I know how desperate this little monster is to taste my cum, but until I know that she’s knocked up for sure, pre-cum is all she's gonna get.
Raising her to her feet by the grip I have around her neck, I force her back against the window, pressing her against the glass, and take a moment to study her.
Her lips are swollen and red from the effort she’s put into pleasuring me, her eyes are full of thrill because she knows she’s about to get what she’s been craving all day.
“You look so pretty, sucking my cock, Kitten.” I slowly slide my thumb over her bottom lip, “Even prettier when you're riding it.” Lifting her up, I slip her panties to one side and slowly push inside her. A relieved smile lifts her cheeks and brightens her eyes. Ignoring the devil on my shoulder, I smile right back at her. I can see the window I’d usually be watching from, in the distance behind her.
It reminds me of how far I’ve come. Eloise is no longer a fantasy; she’s mine.
My cock is buried deep inside her. There's every chance that she’s already carrying my child.
The whole world is gonna know she’s mine when she’s got a pretty, swollen belly to prove it, but for now they can watch me fuck her up against this window.
“Your phone’s ringing again,” she tells me, clawing her nails into my shoulder and sounding real close to coming.
“It’s fine.” I know it’ll be my uncle again , and it’s nothing that can’t wait. Slamming my mouth over hers, I kiss her while she comes for me, her body trembling against mine. The way she grips hold of me inside her is like she’s begging me for it, milking my cock like it's desperate for my seed.
“I’m gonna fill this pussy, Kitten, all the way to the fuckin’ brim.”
“Yeah.” She nods her head and smiles. “Fill me, Ren.” The desperate sound of her voice is my undoing and I clutch one of her ass cheeks and press my other palm against the window as I pump her fertile, little snatch as full as I can get it.
She presses her head back against the glass and smiles like she’s the victor, but the real victor is me. I’ve got this girl right where I want her; she’s caught in my web, and when I kiss that innocent smile off her lips, I crush any ideas of her escaping me.
“I guess you’ll want me to feed you now?” I tug on her bottom lip with my teeth, as I pull her away from the glass and walk us across to the kitchen, keeping my cock buried inside her so she feels each step I take.
“Actually, I’m good.” She surprises me when I rest her ass on her kitchen counter.
“You're always hungry after sex, Kitten.” I stare at her, noticing how she looks away from me shyly.
“Not tonight.” She laughs awkwardly, making my cock jolt inside her.
“You didn’t eat much of your lunch today either. You sure you're okay?” I try to hide the sadistic smile from my face when I start to suspect what might be wrong with my girl.
“I’m fine, couldn't be better.” She kisses me as a distraction, forgetting that you can’t play a player. “You should get back to that person who’s been calling you; they’ve been calling all day,” she reminds, pulling her lips away from mine.
“It’s not important,” I tell her, gripping her hip a little tighter so my cock remains in place. I know that Eloise must be due to get a period soon, I’ve been coming inside her unprotected pussy for over a month. I’m still taking every chance until I know I’ve been successful.
“How do you know it’s not important, if you haven’t even checked who it is?” she giggles.
“Because the only person who matters to me is right here.” I kiss her and when I notice how tired she looks, I carry her over to the bed so she can fall asleep with my cock still inside her. On my way over, I catch something in the corner of my eye, a light moving around over at the warehouse.
“Are you okay?” Eloise takes my cheek in her palm and guides my eyes back to look at hers. “You look worried.”
“I’m fine.” I lay her back on the mattress, wondering if it was just a reflection that I saw, but when I see the light again, I know I’m gonna have to check it out.
“I need to go.” I drag my cock out of her and stand up, looking around for my clothes and starting to panic.
“Go?” Eloise sits up on her elbows, looking shocked. “Are you coming back?”
“I don’t know.” I pull on my sweatpants and pick up my phone before grabbing my hoodie from the back of the couch as I pass it.
“Ren, are you okay?” She looks concerned, and the last thing I want is for her to stress. My research tells me that stress prevents conception, and that it’s really bad for pregnancy, too. I don’t want my girl to stress about a damn thing.
“I’m fine, you just get some sleep, you look tired.” I head back over to the bed and kiss her goodbye, all while trying to figure out who could be across the street.
“You seem kinda freaked out.” She narrows her eyes, still looking suspicious.
“I’m fine. I promise.” I stroke my knuckles across her cheek before giving her a reassuring smile and rushing out the door.
My heart is pumping as I rush across the street and through the alley that leads to the entrance I use.
It could just be a homeless person looking for somewhere to sleep, but even if it is, I can’t take the risk of being exposed, not when everything is going so well.
When I see the door is open, I race inside and straight up the stairs, ready for a fight.
Then I stop when I get to the top, letting out a frustrated sigh and dropping my guard when I see Archie.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” I ask him, catching my breath back.
“Admiring the artistry. She’s got a good rack.” He gestures with his eyes toward one of the many sketches I have of Eloise pinned to the walls.
“You're too young to be looking at that, what the fuck you doing here?” I grab him by his scruff and drag him away from them, pissed that he’s the reason I just left her in such a hurry.
“Your uncle sent me; he’s been calling you for days. He says the two of you need a meeting.” Archie may not be much older than thirteen, but he’s streetwise. A lot of people suspect that he’s my uncle’s son, and though he’s never confirmed it, he trusts him more than he trusts most.
“Well, you can go back and tell him I’m busy.” I release him.
“I can see that.” The kid glances around him at the rest of the pictures I’ve drawn, and when his eyes fall back to me, he stares at me as if I’m some kinda freak.
“Is this girl even real?” He touches his grubby fingers to the sketch I did of Eloise wearing a tight, lace wedding gown. It emphasises her round, fertile figure perfectly.
“That’s none of your business.” I swat his hand away before securing it to the wall a little tighter.
“You must really like her, she’s…everywhere.” He continues to look around him.
“You delivered your message, now get out of here,” I warn, wanting to get back to Eloise as quickly as possible.
“You will see him, won’t you? He says it’s important.” Archie looks up at me, and I sense that he’s worried about something. I’ve known this little wretch his whole life, and not once have I seen him look scared.
“I’ll see him,” I promise, gesturing to the stairs so he knows he’s outstayed his welcome.
“Is it true you knocked out Kurt Cobra King in the second round, a few weeks ago?” he asks as I start to assist him down the stairs.
“That was months ago. I haven’t had a fight in weeks.
” I guide him all the way to the door and fold my arms to prevent him from coming back inside.
Kid’s seen enough, and although I trust him too, you can never be too sure.
“I’ll bet he was pissed, he’s never been beat like that before.
” Archie chuckles. “Do you get pissed when you lose, Ren?”
“Don’t know, I ain’t ever lost.” I ruffle up his hair. “Now, you go back and tell Stefan that I’ll see him in the morning.”
“I’m warning ya, Ren, he’s pissed at ya,” Archie warns me.
“When ain’t he?” I lean closer and whisper, stepping out with him and bolting the door, just in case. He picks up his bike from behind the dumpster, and I walk with him as he wheels it back out to the main street.
“See ya round, Ren.” He smiles up at me before he peddles off, and I wait for him to get out of sight before crossing the street to get back to my girl.
“You came back.” She stirs sleepily after I let myself back inside and get into bed behind her.
“Of course, I came back.” I brush the hair from her shoulder so I can kiss it.
“Is everything okay?” she asks, still half asleep.
“Everything's perfect.” I slide my hand over her hip and stroke her lower tummy, hoping that all my hard work has paid off.
“I’m glad you're back, I’m getting kinda used to sleeping with you next to me.” She backs her ass up to me, and I spread her ass cheeks and find her still-soaked entrance with the tip of my cock.
“Ren, I’m tired,” she moans with a hint of a smile on her face.
“I know, baby, you go back to sleep. I just want to be inside you, you always sleep better that way,” I remind her, gently pushing all the way inside her, trapping all that cum I fucked in to her before I left.
“Goodnight, Ren.” She snuggles into her pillow and sighs contentedly before falling back to sleep, while I lie and watch, trying not to worry about what my uncle is so urgent to see me about.