Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
DAMON
H er pussy strangles my cock, and each time I move and her breath hitches, it feels like she’s sucking me in like a damn vacuum. I can’t look away from her or deny the pain I know she’s experiencing while I struggle to gain my bearings and do the right thing and end this.
But I’m a selfish prick, and even though I need to stop my hips from slamming forward, I remind myself I did not fucking imagine what just happened.
I felt it, and I can’t lie to myself any longer.
Glancing down at where we are joined, it solidifies what I already know, and seeing the small amount of blood coating my shaft drives it home.
I look back at her, and the truth is written all over her pretty face.
She’s a virgin.
“Fucking hell, Dottie, why didn’t you tell me?”
My voice is hoarse, strained .
“Damon. Please don’t stop.”
“I’m not going to stop, Sweet Dottie, not even Jesus himself could stop me. But I need to know why you didn’t tell me this was your first time?”
“Does it matter?”
“Of course, it fucking matters! I wouldn’t have slammed into you like I did, had I known you were a virgin. Goddamn it.”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath to calm down, trying not to focus on how her pussy flutters around me.
When I open my eyes, I see the doubt and insecurity written all over her pretty face. She thinks I won’t want her because she’s inexperienced. Like hell I don’t. I’m hotter than I’ve ever been. The need to spill inside her and make her mine is overwhelming.
Fucking Little Dottie.
Her walls clench around me, and it brings me back to the moment. No other man has been inside of her, and I like that. The thought is all consuming and I want to keep it that way.
Can I keep her?
Images of Arrie form in my mind. I love my daughter with all my heart, and I’d do anything for her, but can’t I do something for me for once?
Concentrating on Dottie, I run my hand up the inside of her leg. She takes a stuttered breath, and I smile down at her, seeing emotions flicker through her violet eyes like a damn movie reel.
“I’m here, Dottie. I need you to focus on me and get out of your head. Whatever comes after, we can deal with, and although I want to spank your sexy ass right now for not telling me, I want to make you feel good more.”
“Are you sure, Damon? What about…”
Arrie.
“This moment is all we have, baby. Let’s live it.”
Dottie smiles at me and swipes away the tears .
“Ok.”
It’s such a simple answer, but it’s anything but. I don’t think she knows what it means for me, for her. I stare at her for a few more seconds before pulling myself together. I can still feel her clenching around me.
I smile back. “I’m going to move, baby, tell me if it’s too much. Ok?”
Dottie nods her head, and her teeth sink into the pillow of her lips, and I wish they were mine instead of hers. Drawing my hips back slowly, I spread her legs wide so I can watch, and then I push back slowly.
It’s fucking agony and bliss rolled into one, and I fight the urge to not slam into her. She feels good, too fucking good; and I don’t know how long I’ll last, especially with her breathy moans and whimpers.
“You good, baby?”
“Yes. Just keep moving, please.”
The line between her brow has disappeared, her eyes are still glassy, but she’s no longer clenching her jaw.
Not to mention the blood on my cock is now replaced by her arousal. She’s turned on, and that makes me ravenous. I want to eat this woman alive, only to spit her out and do it over and over again.
I want to keep her.
Dottie grips my forearms, bringing me back to the moment, and I see what she needs without a damn word. She needs more. Thank fuck, because I’m slowly going insane here at this punishing pace.
“Play with yourself, baby. Show me what makes you feel good.”
Dottie hesitates and I smirk at her. I know I’m an asshole with this being her first time but there is something so filthy and raw about it, and I want her to be that with me. I stop moving and she whimpers.
Slowly she moves her shaky hand down her body before she takes her middle finger and starts rubbing. Small, delicate circles, and I watch in awe for a few seconds before the urge to move takes over.
Snapping my hips back, I drive back into her, causing her to cry out. I repeat the motion over and over, edging myself to an inch of my life.
I won’t come until she has.
“How does it feel, baby? You like the feel of me inside of you, knowing I’m the only man that’s ever been here?” I ask, reaching up and pinching her nipple.
“Yes!” she cries out, throwing her head back.
“Uh no. Eyes on me, sweet girl.”
She pins me with those damn eyes I love, and I snap forward again while I pull at her nipple ring. With each tug and thrust, Dottie’s tight cunt squeezes my cock like a damn vice, and I struggle to keep my own orgasm at bay.
“Faster, please. I need more,” she begs, and I grind down and give her what she wants.
Faster.
Harder.
More.
I glance down and watch how her pussy swallows my cock for a few seconds, while she plays with herself, but I want to watch her face when she shatters around my cock for the first time.
“Fucking hell, Dottie, you feel so damn good,” I growl.
Sweat drips down my brow and I see the beads forming on her brow as well, she’s close, I can feel it. I just need to hold out a little longer, but as the telltale signs of my orgasm tug at my balls, I let out a feral growl .
“Damon!” she screams as her body starts shaking and I feel her cunt throb.
Her eyes are hooded, and her mouth is in the shape of an O while the orgasm moves through her, and she gushes all over my damn cock. She’s perfect, and it kills me seeing how gorgeous she is as she gives me what she’s given no other.
Her innocence.
Her trust.
Her.
“That’s it, Dottie, give it to me,” I demand, snapping my hips forward one more time before I still, my balls draw tight, and I recklessly spill inside of her.
Panting, we both don’t move a muscle, and I wonder if it’s because she’s spent or cataloguing everything in her damn head now that she’s come. Is she regretting it? I hope not, because I don’t.
“Dottie?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you ok?”
“I will be,” she admits, looking away from me.
Fuck.
Reluctantly, I slide out of her and miss the feeling immediately. Placing her legs down, I move out from between them and come around to the side of the bed, her eyes darting to mine.
She watches me like a hawk, laser focused on my every move, and when I lean down and cup her face with my hands, my lips brushing over hers, I know this is going to be a lot harder than I originally thought.
I want her, and that’s a hurdle I hadn’t anticipated.
A tear falls from her eyes, and I hush her, taking her mouth with mine and kissing her softly. Delicately, our tongues twist around one another, and I feel myself hardening again. Our come hasn’t even dried on my cock and I’m ready to take her again.
She has to be sore.
I do the next best thing, the right thing , and scoop her into my arms, not breaking the kiss, and walk us into the bathroom. As soon as I feel the cool tiles under my feet, I lick at Dottie’s lips one more time before moving away.
And I hate what I see.
Her eyes are glassy and red, and tears drip down her beautiful face. Moving in closer, I kiss away the tears on both her cheeks and step back and cradle her face for a moment.
I don’t say anything. I didn’t anticipate any of this.
My step-fucking niece and my daughter’s best-friend.
I am so going to fucking hell.
Linking her hand in mine, I pull her across the small space and toward the glass showered door. Opening it, I reach in and turn on the faucets, wait for the water to warm before gently pushing her inside and following.
The hot water pelts down like tiny daggers slicing my fucking flesh. Or maybe that’s my conscience. With my arms around her waist, I rest my chin on her head and draw small circles over her belly.
We just stand there while I give her a few minutes to process everything.
I’m the Tin Man, her damn step-uncle, and I just took her damn virginity.
Those thoughts are like a doubled edge sword right now, but I force them away and hold her. She doesn’t say anything, and after what feels like at least five minutes, I unlink my arms from around her and reach for the shampoo.
Squirting some into the palm of my hand, I turn Dottie around so I can wash her hair. It’s like she is on autopilot.
Lathering up her hair, I massage her skull with my fingers and draw a moan from her. It’s the first sound she’s made since we’ve been in the shower, so I will take it. Lifting the showerhead from the bracket, I tilt her head back and wash the shampoo out.
Once the suds are out of her hair, I place the shower head back and start with the conditioner. Leaving it in her hair to sit, I grab the body wash and body sponge. I start on her arms and move to her chest, skimming her perfect tits until I reach her belly.
Her breathing hitches and the conditioner washes out over her rapidly rising chest, causing my hand to tighten around the sponge.
I’ve tried to stay focused on the task of caring for her, and not her tight-as-sin body, but when I finally allow myself to look into her eyes again, my knees fucking buckle.
She’s breathtaking.
Dottie’s eyes are hooded, and lust swims heavily through them, but even still, I notice the questions wrestling inside her pretty head. My cock hardens. I want to tell her everything is ok, promise her it will all work out, but even I know that’s a lie, even if I’m trying to convince myself.
“Dottie…”
“It’s ok, Damon.”
“Dorothy,” I say harder than intended, causing her to flinch and turn away from me.
Shit. Easy, Damon!
She washes the soap from her body, and then she’s stepping out of the shower. I quickly wash myself and follow her out a minute later only to find her dressed.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
“This was a mistake, Damon, and you know it.”
“Don’t give me that bullshit, Dorothy.”
“Are you serious right now?” she demands, her face hardening and body tensing .
“What do you want me to say? That I hated it, that I regret it, that it was wrong? ”
Dottie flinches again, but I continue.
“I won’t fucking do it, Dorothy. You know why?”
I wait a beat, watching the tears forming in her eyes again, but I’m too far gone. I’m frustrated, tense, and angry with myself for allowing this to happen. But more than that, I am pissed off that the one time I do something for myself and be selfish, I land in this situation.
“I’m not doing this, Damon,” she states, grabbing her stuff.
Panic sets in, and before I know what I’m doing, Dottie is underneath me on the bed and I’m kissing her. She fights me for a few seconds before giving in and opening her mouth.
I nip at her lips, suck on her tongue, frantically trying to become one with her and breathe the same air as her.
She gives back as good as I give, clawing at my still wet skin, and wrapping her legs around me.
We stay like that for god knows how long, but when it becomes too much, I untangle myself from her.
I need more.
Drawing my lip into my mouth, I bite down on it as I look at this beautiful creature before me. Her breaths are ragged, and her chest moves fast as she tries to suck in a lung full of air.
And all I can think is she is wearing too many fucking clothes.
I tear them off her body, my hands roaming, fondling, pinching and probing her holes until she’s screaming in bliss and squirting all over my digits. We say nothing to each other, but I see the defeat and lechery leeching from her violet hues.
And when I climb up her body, my mouth sealing around hers, sinking into her tight cunt, I am fucking home.
I make love to her.
Our bodies grind together in unison, chasing our orgasms repeatedly until she’s covered and filled with my come, and we lay curled around ourselves.
Closing my eyes, I allow myself this one selfish moment, one that I deserve. When I hear Dottie snoring softly beside me, her delicate hand resting on my bare chest, I finally give in, and the Sandman snows me under.
But when I wake the next morning feeling sated, well fucked and happy for the briefest of moments.
She’s already gone.