Chapter 5 Rick
RICK
Christ, she’s actually asking for it now…
The feel of her soft thighs against my palm is the ultimate stimulant. When I saw those bastards trying to get their hands on her, I went into primal mode.
I was a man possessed by the instinct to protect what’s his.
My knuckles still ache from the beating I gave those pricks, and I smile to myself as I flex my fingers, remembering how it felt as I drove my fist into their flesh.
My heart is still pounding like a train engine, but having Ava here beside me, wearing nothing but a fur coat, has other urges rapidly awakening inside me.
Her eyes flutter up at mine, and my balls pulse with lust. They feel swollen and full, and my cock presses hard against my fly, dying to get out.
She’s been having me chase her for two months now, and I’ve obliged, enjoying our little game. She’s denied me every time, held back her purity.
But that’s about to change…
I could have taken her if I wanted to. She’d have no chance. But I’m not that kind of man. It has to be her choice.
I pull aside the collar of her coat, revealing the most perfect pair of tits I’ve ever seen. They’re so incredible it’s like God himself sculpted them just for me.
“Goddamn…” I whistle under my breath, causing her cheeks to flush red.
Even more eager now, I pull aside her coat completely, exposing the rest of her entire body.
My cock pulses. She’s like the embodiment of feminine perfection.
Every line, every curve, every soft inch of her is flawless. My eyes scour over her, drinking in every bit of her goddess-like elegance.
The way she’s positioned—with her head on my lap, looking up at me—means the angle is just right. I lean down over her, spread her thighs apart, and press my tongue against her pussy.
“Rick!”
Her sweet scent fills my lungs, and I smile as my tongue parts her folds and slides up her slit.
She’s dripping wet. Such a fresh little pussy, charged up and ready for me to take her.
Her arousal soaks my cheeks and chin as I tonguefuck her hole. Little trembles shoot through her body with each tiny thrust, sending my want for her to new heights.
She reaches up and grabs my bulge with her soft hand. In an instant, I tear my fly down and pull out my cock, throbbing with desire. I’m so hard I could cut glass.
“Oh my God…” she gasps, trying to wrap her fingers around my thick shaft. “I didn’t know they were so…big…”
“They’re not, baby,” I assure her. “It’s just me. You could say I’m blessed.”
I hear her intake of breath and the slight pause, and look to see her staring, awestruck. “But will it…?”
“Fit?” I chuckle, stroking her cheek with the back of my hand. “Don’t worry, baby. Nothing will keep me from making you mine.”
Feverish with lust, I lean back down and take her clit into my mouth. I lick it slowly at first, causing her hips to sway and buck back against me. Her desperate and carnal breaths fill the cabin of the truck.
“It’s so good…”
“Better than the toy I bought you?” I ask.
She nods back adamantly. “So much better.”
I can picture her now, lying in her bed, legs spread, Daddy’s toy humming on her clit—
Daddy. She called me Daddy…
I’ve never been into that kind of thing before, but when Ava said it, it was like a whole new world opened up for me.
Yes, I’ll be your daddy, baby. I’ll be better than that man who married you off…
I lick faster, flicking my tongue across her sweet button. She moans loudly and takes my cock into her mouth. I groan and apply pressure. I feel her body tense up, and the next thing I know, she’s coming.
And she’s coming hard.
Her body convulses, and more slick coats my face and chin as her hips buck wildly like a prize stallion. I do my best to hold her down, keep my tongue where it’s meant to be.
Her thighs clamp down on my ears, muffling all sound, but I can hear her screaming my name as her climax takes her.
I keep gently licking her pussy as she comes down, relishing the little tiny jerks her body gives with each stroke of my tongue. She’s sensitive. And she should be. I just made her come hard.
And that made me think she’d need a second to recover, but before I know it, she’s got my dick back in her mouth and she’s sucking like the good little girl she is, doing her best to please Daddy.
“That’s real good, sweetie,” I groan, watching the tip of my manhood vanish between her lush lips. “You sure you’ve never done this before?”
She giggles, sending tiny vibrations up my shaft to my balls. Leaning down, I let my teeth gently brush against the skin of her thighs.
Everything’s a wonderful, wet mess down there. She’s dripping, my cheeks and chin and lips are soaked, and I simply cannot hold back anymore.
I sit up and reposition myself so I’m on top of her, bracing myself on my elbows and looking down. My crown gently presses against her willing hole, and I tease her just a bit by moving my hips forward.
“You ready for it?” I ask her. “Because I can’t wait any longer.”
“I know I’ve made you wait, Rick, and I’m sorry—”
I place a finger over her lips. “Shush. There’s nothing to be sorry about. Understand?” She nods, eyes gleaming. “Now get ready for Daddy’s dick.”
Leaning in, I press my lips to her neck as I thrust forward and slide my cock inside her. Christ, she’s tight as a drum. I almost come the second I feel the warmth and the wet as her folds embrace my tip.
“Jesus,” I growl, snatching an aggressive fistful of her hair and pulling her lips to mine. “Your pussy is perfection, baby.”
“Yeah?” she whimpers, her eyes wide, seeking affirmation.
I nod and take her left breast in my other hand. The flesh is firm yet soft, and her nipple is hard like a delicious candy.
I run my hand down her flat belly and snatch her hip, relishing her sumptuous curves and the fact that they belong to me now.
She shifts her hips slightly, as if inviting me to give her more. And I do not need to be asked twice.
Her pussy pushes back as I thrust deeper, and a smile conquers my face.
Her cherry…she is a virgin.
“You weren’t lying, baby. No one’s had you before.”
She shakes her head, blushing harder. “The closest I’ve ever come is the toy you gave me.”
A devilish grin takes over my lips. I gaze down at her as I give her the thrust that I know will hurt—but just for a moment—and will make her mine.
Her eyes flash and go wide as I bury the rest of my cock inside her. She flinches for just a brief second, then lets out a deep moan of delight.
“Oh my God…”
“No, not God, baby. But keep calling me Daddy if you like.”
She nods, a feisty little look in her gorgeous eyes. As I rut into her, she pushes back against me, as if telling me silently she wants more.
I fuck her harder, faster, watching her tits shake with each thrust. I take one of her nipples between my lips and suck. The moan that falls from her lips is music to my ears.
Two months…
Two months of chasing this goddess around at night—beneath bridges and street lamps, through alleys and parks—and now I’m finally balls deep in her sweet, sweet pussy.
“I love every inch of you,” I tell her, growling in her ear. Her scent is intoxicating. Already, I can feel myself becoming addicted to her. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”
She pauses before she replies. As if she’s actually thinking about her answer. I drive my cock deeper with such strength it shakes the whole goddamn truck.
Her body shakes as her orgasm rocks her world and she cries out, “Yes! I’m yours, Rick!”
My balls tighten, and every muscle fiber in me cinches up as I empty my cock into her hole.
Not a virgin anymore, are you?
My lips capture hers in a passionate kiss. I find her tongue with mine, tracing it hungrily as I expend every last drop of my cum into her. She quivers and moans into my mouth.
It takes us both a minute to come down from our high. Once I can see straight again, I brush back a strand of hair from her face and smile down at her.
“How was that?” I ask rhetorically. “What you expected?”
She shakes her head. “Better. So much better.”
We both laugh, and I lay myself down beside her, wrapping her up in my arms. My most prized possession.
“I…I’m not a bad person, am I?” Ava’s question shocks me.
“What?”
“A bad person…” she repeats.
“Baby, why are you asking me this? Because of our little game—”
She shakes her head. “No, not because of that. I love that.”
“Then what is it?”
It takes her a moment to answer, and she looks away, as if she’s truly ashamed of what she’s about to say.
“I—I’m married.”
I almost burst out laughing. “Ava, you may technically be married, but we both know that’s all it is. A technicality. And you should not feel any guilt about being with me when your ‘husband’ is with other women every night.”
Her eyes brighten instantly as she turns back to face me, nodding happily.
“You’re right. I don’t know what I was thinking.”
I smile and kiss her. “It’s okay. Your head’s still spinning.”
She blushes and smiles back. “Yeah, you’re right.”
“But I’ll tell you something, Ava,” I say, making my tone serious. “I’m going to find a way to get you out of that ‘marriage,’ and I’m going to do it soon.”
“Promise?” she asks, her eyes tearing up.
“Promise. You’re mine now, baby. Mine.”