Chapter 9 #2
Stella’s voice is a whisper. “Promise?”
My eyes snap open.
She’s watching me—soft, brave, completely serious.
I swallow hard. “Always.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows too. Then she leans in and kisses me again, gentle, like she’s making a promise back. I can’t stop kissing her, and then I do something I probably shouldn’t. I pick her up in one swift motion and carry her to the bedroom, slamming the door shut behind us.
I deposit her on the bed as I rip off my shirt. She licks her lips, and it doesn’t something to me. Like sets my soul on fire. I’m burning red-hot for her, and she just stares up at me with this innocence that almost makes me stop.
Almost.
She sits up straighter, maybe she notices my hesitation, but she slowly removes her clothing. And I just fucking watch her. In awe. Unable to do anything but stare.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her, my body hardening instantly.
She’s standing in front of me in nothing but her white cotton bra and panties, and I nearly choke at how perfect she looks. Like an angel.
“Come here,” I tell her, watching as she follows my directions so well. I kiss her, tenderly and softly, letting her body press against mine.
We move in tandem, falling to the bed together. I move over top of her, wanting to taste every fucking inch of her. I’m so turned on, and the thought of being inside her nearly has me blowing my load before I’ve even gotten started.
I trail kisses from her jaw, down the column of her throat, and across her collarbone. She rummages her fingers through my hair, wrapping her legs around my waist. I keep kissing, exploring as I remove her bra.
Her tits fit perfectly in the palm of my hand. They fit even better in my mouth. I suck her pert nipple in between my teeth, eliciting a moan from her. “Jack,” she breathes, and I nearly combust at the sound of her voice. Her bedroom voice.
It does something to me I’m not prepared for. Like I’m ready to declare my love for her right here and now.
“Stella, I…” I damn near do, until I reel it in, remembering this isn’t the time. I don’t want to scare her away. But I want her to know she’s mine now. “You’re mine,” I whisper as my cock lengthens between us.
She sucks in a breath. “I’m yours.”
I move down her body, pressing kisses as I go. I settle between her legs, hooking my thumbs into the waistband of her cotton panties. I slide them down her legs, and marvel at the sight before me. Her virgin pussy.
All mine.
I drag my tongue through her wetness, savoring her flavor. “Mine,” I grunt out, unable to utter any other words apparently.
Her fingers fly through my hair, her body responding to my touch. “Ah, Jack,” she moans out, long and slow. “Are you sure?”
I glance up at her, our eyes connecting. “I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.” I resume, sucking her clit in between my lips. I keep working her, letting my tongue drag and press in all the right spots.
I use my fingers, making sure to apply just enough pressure on her clit to watch her go off like Fourth of July fireworks. “Oh, Jack… I’m coming,” she calls out and pride swells deep in my chest.
When her body’s calmed a bit, I stroke my cock, moving back up her body. I kiss her, letting her taste herself on my tongue. “That was mesmerizing.”
She smiles, shyly, her cheeks turning pink. “I’ve never had anyone take care of me like that before.”
I kiss the spot below her ear. “That’s all I want, Stella. I want to take care of you. Each and every day. In all the ways I can.”
She chews on her bottom lip, and my cock jumps at the sight. “Like my own personal Daddy?”
Fuck me.
I push my cock at her entrance. “You want me to be your daddy?”
She nods. “Yes, oh Jack. I need you.”
I kiss her, more passionately this time, my body coming alive at her words. At the fact I can take care of her. I know I’m older than her, but I no longer care. If anything, it makes me want to protect her even more.
She’s mine. And there’s nobody who can ever take her away from me. Because although I’m not like her real father, I am her daddy in every sense of the word.
I push my cock deeper inside her. “You on the pill?” She’s probably not. She’s a virgin, and I should wrap my cock with a condom, but I can’t stop.
She shakes her head. “No.”
“When was your last period?”
She tells me a week ago, and I quickly do the math in my head. Hell, she’s probably not ovulating, and honestly… I realize I don’t care if she is. Because the thought blooms deep inside me. I want that with her. I want the kids. The house. The lazy nights with her in my arms.
I never in my life thought I’d want this with anyone else. But I do… with her. I push deeper inside her, no longer caring about contraception and if she can get pregnant.
I go slow, letting her body acclimate to my size, because I don’t want to hurt her.
“I’m not going to break, Jack.”
I gaze down at her, my arms bracing on either side of her head. “I might.” And it’s the truth. I’m so close to losing control. And I don’t want to do that with her. She feels too fucking good, that if I lose control I might go too hard… to rough.
She cups my cheeks with her tiny hands. “I want to watch you break,” she whispers. “I want to see you lose control. To know I’m the root cause.”
I give her a half-smile. “You’re definitely the root cause.”
“Please, Daddy.”
Hearing her call me that does something to me. Turns me primal. I pick up my speed, letting my feelings wash over me. I focus on pushing deeper inside her. Letting my thoughts get swept into the rhythm.
“You feel so fucking good,” I tell her, thrusting my cock deeper inside her.
She holds on tight as I lose control. I push my hand between our bodies, pressing the heel of my palm against her clit. She moans into my ear and I keep going.
I can’t stop.
“I’m coming,” she calls out, and it’s like music to my ears.
I thrust a few more times, chasing her orgasm with my own. I grip her tight as my release rips right through me.
I hold her there, my arms locked around her, and I let myself have this—just this—because the world outside these walls is dangerous, and inside them she’s warm and real and alive.
And I’ve never wanted anything the way I want her.
When we finally break apart, she’s breathing hard, eyes bright, lips swollen, lying with me like she belongs here.
I rest my forehead against hers, fighting for control like it’s a mission.
“Let me clean you up,” I say, lifting my body from hers, missing her immediately.
After I’ve cleaned us both up, I lay back down with her.
“Sleep,” I whisper, voice rough. “We need rest.”
Stella nods slowly, still dazed. “Okay.”
As I drift off to sleep, all I can think about is…
Whoever decided to make Stella Hart a target…
They just made her mine.
And I’ll burn the world down before I let anyone take her away.