8. Theias
8
THEIAS
C an I love them?
The question has been burning in my mind all night. With Ella fast asleep in my arms, her nude body wrapped tightly around me like she’s never felt safe enough to rest, I hold her a little tighter.
Ella is one of the strongest women I’ve ever met. She’s also vulnerable and fighting so hard to hide it. I hadn’t anticipated the problems that would come along with her, yet I can’t deny they won’t stop me from getting to know her further. From claiming Ella and the baby as mine.
Glancing down, this woman appears so at peace, with her head settled on my chest and long lashes resting gracefully on her cheeks. I brush stray hairs from her face, and Ella sighs, nuzzling closer into me. Her hand, draped across my stomach, clenches into a tiny fist before relaxing as she begins awakening.
“Daddy?” My dick jumps for joy and my heart pounds with need at her sleepy whisper.
She’s exactly what I’ve been looking for and has come into my life at the right time. This year is the first in a long while that I haven’t had an enemy trying to take me down.
Rolling her onto her back, I follow on top of her. Her legs spread for me without hesitation, and my cock finds her slick pussy like a heat-seeking missile. No hesitation. Her peaked nipples poke at my chest as I bury my face into her neck, groaning while my dick slips along her heated core.
“Ella,” I hiss when her hips rise to meet mine. “Ella.” I can’t stop humping through her soaked lips with the craving to sink in nice and deep until we’re so elementally connected that neither of us knows where one begins and the other ends.
“Oh, oh, oh, Theias, please.” God , I love hearing my name on her lips.
“What do you want, Ella? Tell me.” I love the idea of turning this good girl into a filthy-mouthed whore in my bed. “Tell Daddy exactly what you want, baby doll.”
Her fingers sift through my hair, scratching at my scalp as her back arches, and she lets out a long moan. Tugging the strands in her fists, she rushes out, “Please, Daddy, please fuck me hard. Deep. Dirty.”
Hissing, I bite my lip to stop myself from coming all over her cunt. “Fuck, sweet girl, anything you want.” Slanting my lips over hers, I slide my cock into her tight pussy, fists clenching at her hips. “Fucking tight perfection, Ella. You were made to take my big dick.” Christ, I damn near don’t fit.
Thrusting back and forth in slow motion so I don’t hurt her, my toes curl when I finally work myself all the way inside her slick heat.
“So good, Daddy. Harder.” Her lips move along my jaw, kissing and nipping, and it takes everything inside me to hold onto my load.
“The way I want to knock you up right now.” Her breath hitches, and I see tears in her eyes. “Sshhh, this baby”–I cup her belly–“is mine too. But as soon as the doctor gives you the okay, I’m fucking another one into you. And another after that. And I’ll keep doing it until you tell me to stop. Until the doctor says no more.”
“You’re insane,” she whispers, but the tears evaporate, replaced by hope.
Brushing my nose along hers, I grin widely. “Yeah, baby doll, I am. Get used to it.” Claiming her lips again, I give Ella what she’s been begging for. I fuck her hard.
Every muscle in my body burns with the desire to delve deeper inside her. I need her marked both inside and out. For the world to look at her and instinctively know she belongs to me. Anything less won’t do.
“Wrap your legs around me, sweet girl; dig those heels in.” She complies, her thighs locking tight. “Hands above your head.” Slowly, they lift, and I capture both wrists with one hand, holding her in place. “Fuck, you feel too damn good.” Her pussy clenches around my dick, messaging me with her swollen walls, and I squeeze my eyes shut so I don’t come too quickly.
“Are you okay?” she whispers into my ear when I don’t move after several minutes.
“Just trying to hang on, baby doll.” Her whimper and weeping pussy make my pulse pound. Gliding my hand up the front of her body, I twist and pinch each nipple before slipping my fingers around her throat. “Baby, I need you to be a good girl now and let Daddy do what he wants. Can you do that for me?”
Glancing up, her eyes glaze over, shimmering like freshly discovered emeralds, but she nods, goosebumps breaking out across her flesh. “Yes, Daddy.” My two favorite words come from her mouth.
Latching my teeth into her neck, I fuck her wild. My hips buck ruthlessly until she whines and pants, begging me to stop while pleading for more.
“Daddy’s good little doll,” I whisper in her ear, kissing along her throat, licking the mark I just made on her neck.
“Daddy, I’m going to…I’m gonna…I…Oh god, Theias!”
I nearly go deaf with her scream, and it drags me over the edge with her. My dick erupts inside her pussy, and I can’t stop pummeling my hips. A knot forms in my ass cheek and pain erupts down my thigh, but still, I keep going, drawing out every ounce of pleasure from her that I can.
“Nothing compares,” I soothe, kissing her cheeks and face anywhere I can reach.
I’ve never been so open with a woman before. Never felt the need to express what I’m feeling, and when I catch the smile on her face, I know I’ll never stop with her. She’ll forever get all of me.
“Astounding,” she whispers when I roll over and take her with me so we wind up how we spent the night. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”
Lifting her chin with a finger, I search her eyes, hating what my question will do to the moment. “He never took care of you?”
Her eyes dim, and her smile disappears as she shakes her head. “It was always about him.”
“He the only one?” I’m unsure if I ask because I want to know her more or because I’m contemplating the deaths of any man who ever thought she could belong to them.
“Yes. I wish I’d been smarter. Less charmed. I was so foolish.” Her brow furrows in self-loathing.
Brushing her cheek with my knuckles, I say, “Baby, you’re young.” So fucking young I realize now. “You’re allowed to make mistakes, to learn from them and grow.”
Her shoulder lifts in a delicate shrug. “Maybe. But not all of them should wind up with going on the run.”
“True.” Kissing her forehead, I snuggle her against my side. “Nevertheless, being on the run brought you to me.” Her eyes widen. “I’d still like this guy’s name so I can have a word with him.”
Nibbling on her lip, her perfectly white teeth digging in like I want to, she shakes her head. “I don’t know.”
I won’t force her. I need the name to come from her honestly. Because once I get ahold of the asshole, I am going to show him exactly what it’s like to be at someone’s mercy. But first, she needs to trust me because she understands what will happen once I have that name.