Chapter 4
Four
Moby
Have I killed her?
Oh God, have I killed this perfect little human?
My anguished wail echoes off the walls of the hotel room as I carry her back inside, her body limp in my arms. “Darla? Darla!” I pace back and forth, helpless, my chest on fire at the sight of bite marks on her neck, the faint imprint of my fist around her delicate throat.
What have I done? Oh God, what have I done?
Who would I call for help if she’s hurt?
How would I call for help? I know nothing about using the little machine that she used to order food.
Is it the same machine people use when they need help?
There’s a knock on the door.
I freeze, confused, wondering if I’m just hearing the terrified pound of my heart, but no, a voice calls out. “Room service.”
It’s a woman.
Maybe she can help me find a doctor for my little human?
I storm toward the door, intending to fling it open and demand assistance, but I realize that both me and Darla are naked, although Darla’s bikini top is tangled around her torso. “All she wanted to do was cuddle,” I rasp brokenly, wanting to go back in time.
Kiss her tenderly.
Be gentler with her body. She’s half my size, for the love of the Pacific!
Instead, I lost myself in the most intense pleasure imaginable.
Forgot how to think or behave or breathe.
All I could do was fuck that impossibly tight, warm hole.
How will I ever remain sane when she wiggles her butt at me?
My fucking brain turned off and my cock took over.
Did I imagine her encouraging me? Did I imagine her shaking with orgasms?
“Do humans lose consciousness after mating?” I shout at the door.
Two beats of silence pass. “Um. What?”
“My human won’t wake up! How do I wake her up?”
“This is above my paygrade.”
I roar my frustration and begin pacing again, looking for a sheet to drape over Darla, so I can go find a doctor, but to my astonishment, she starts to move in my arms, yawning and blinking drowsily. “Hi,” she whispers, her head lolling against my bicep.
“You have nearly killed me!” I sink down to the rug on my knees, rocking her back and forth, relief turning on in my chest like a faucet, flooding all my ice-cold corners. “I thought you were dead, Darla. Do you need a doctor?”
She seems to finally grasp my distress. “What? No!” She shifts in my arms, blushing at whatever reminders of our lovemaking she’s experiencing. “I-I don’t think so.”
“You don’t think so?”
“Well, there’s a little pain…”
I drop my head forward and moan in abject misery.
“But that’s normal, right? I never…did that before. I’ve never even kissed anyone!”
Dear God, she’s so innocent. How could I have been so rough? “And now, you are no longer a virgin.”
“I’m still a virgin, technically.”
I shake my head with confusion. “How?”
“Well…” Her little cheeks are turning pink.
“Should I leave the food out here?” calls the food person, still apparently waiting outside. “Or…”
“Leave it, woman. Be gone!” I refocus on Darla. “How are you still a virgin? I was inside of you very deep. As deep as I could go.”
“I know.” Her eyelids droop slightly, as if…she is turned on by the reminder of how thoroughly I fucked her? The possibility makes my cock tingle with renewed lust. So soon? Yes. How could I be anything but aroused when this female is within sight?
“Explain, Darla,” I urge, feeling the need to rock her again, side to side.
“You were inside my…”
“Ass. Believe me, I remember.”
“Yes. But my hymen is in front. It’s a little piece of tissue inside of me that stays intact until my virginity is taken.” She smashes her face into my pec, which causes the rest of her explanation to be muffled. “We had a certain kind of sex, yes, but you haven’t…”
“Broken this hymen.”
“Right.”
I weed through the simultaneous need to break something and continue to rock my human. “Should I be feeling so restless right now, Darla?” My chest shudders up and down. “Surely, other men will want to take it. I’ll have to kill them.”
She reaches up to stroke my face, and I lean into her soft palm, my throat vibrating with my gratitude. To be touched by her. The perfect being. “You won’t have to kill anyone. I’m saving it just for you.”
My chest. Is it buckling? Caving in on itself? “Darla,” I manage, though my lips are stiff with emotion. “You make me feel very lucky. I will be more careful with you. I promise.”
Her fingers slip into my hair, her nails razing my scalp, and it might be the most divine feeling a human can feel, apart from mating. “You make me feel lucky, too.” She bites her lip. “Can we cuddle now?”
“Yes,” I near-shout. Oh, thank God, I get a second chance.
Cradling her to my chest, I climb to my feet and stomp to the bed, laying her down gently in the center of the white bedspread, ignoring the surge of lust that stretches my dick, just looking at her delectable little body. With its hymen, still.
How will it feel to push my cock through that virgin tissue?
Despite my rising need, I won’t be finding out tonight.
My human needs to cuddle.
I climb into bed beside her, and she rolls up against me with a giggle that makes my heart pound like a drum, my mouth moving in what feels like a lopsided smile.
She curls her tiny fists against my chest, and I gather her close, our mouths finding each other with soft kisses, my palms stroking up and down the slope of her smooth back, only giving her bouncy butt cheeks an occasional squeeze.
Not bad for me, considering the obsession that has formed inside me for her mind-blowing ass.
“What about the food?” I ask, sounding drowsy. Feeling content. Mostly. I am still thinking about her hymen and fighting off imaginary enemies who want to take it. “Is my little girl hungry?”
“No, Daddy,” she whispers against my chin, kissing it, then my mouth, her tongue playing shyly with mine, making my balls hot. “Is it weird to ask if…I was good?”
I struggle through the haze of satisfaction. The need for even more. The end of times will arrive, and I won’t have had nearly enough of this delicious girl. “What do you mean ‘were you good’?”
She snuggles closer. “Was I good at sex?” she whispers, peeking up at me.
“Are you being serious?” A memory grips me.
Darla looking back at me over her sensual shoulder, her buns plumped up against my abdomen.
Fuck my tight ass, Daddy. That’s what it’s for.
“Darla.” I swallow heavily, trying to keep my tone even.
“You are much too good at sex. You made me lose my head. I thought I killed you.”
“You didn’t,” she murmurs, kissing me, her small body molded to mine, head to toe. “I passed out from the pleasure.”
“Cuddling is very sexy.” I take hold of her bottom and secure ours laps together more tightly, loving the way she purrs at the evidence of my lust. Opens her thighs to cradle my staff, stroking me all over with her small hands, her tits buried against my chest, her hard nipples teasing right to left.
“I didn’t expect to love cuddling so much. ”
“Mmmm,” she says, licking into my mouth.
“You’re so smooth.” My hips flex. Roll. Pressure rising. “And loving.”
“Loving,” she repeats pressing our foreheads together. “That’s so sweet.”
Why is my heart in pain? “I’ve never been sweet.”
“You are to me.” Her petite figure writhes against mine, her hand slowly trailing down between us to encircle as much of my cock as possible, jacking my thickness once.
Twice. Three firm tugs that have my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
“Even when you’re pounding my little ass, you’re so big and sweet. ”
“Oh God.”
She’s pumping me faster now and I tense, unable to breathe. Thoughts scrambled.
Sperm gathers in my testicles, heavy, wanting an exit.
“Do you love cuddling with me, Daddy?”
“Yes.”
“Cuddling just means I want to play.”
“Now I know,” I pant. “Now I know.”
“Tomorrow you’re going to have me again.” She winds our mouths together, but I’m still struggling to breathe. No, I’m hyperventilating, and oh lord, oh shit, she’s gripping me so tight. So tight in that perfect little hand. “Tomorrow you’ll come in my pussy.”
Pussy.
Pussy.
I don’t know this word, but instinctively, I know what she’s talking about.
The front breach.
That pink hole that no man has seen, save me.
It’s called a pussy.
The word is horny and adorable at the same time. Just like my human.
“I’m going to come, Darla. Oh fuck, I’m going to come very hard.”
“Good,” she purrs. “I love satisfying my Daddy.”
“Shit,” I choke, spurting messily into her palm, that stroking hand that continues to beat me off while I unload so much come, it seems impossible I only took her a short while ago.
I groan and groan, my balls heaving up and down, in bliss, in agony, and finally, when she has rendered me empty, she curls into my heaving chest with a smile on her face, I hold her there like the priceless treasure that she is…
and I dream about tomorrow with my tiny human.
I refuse to acknowledge that I only have one day with her.
That a declaration of her love is all that can keep me here.
No. I can’t think about that yet.
Or how impossible that dream seems.