Chapter 7
CHAPTER SEVEN
Theo
My chest is crushed like an aluminum can.
It’s a wonder I’m upright and walking, July’s perfect hand inside of mine, one foot landing in front of the other as I get her as far away from the bar as fucking possible. She’s too innocent, my girl. Hasn’t a clue the way those men, her slimy coworkers, were looking at her, wondering about their chances of getting her in bed. I could see it in their eyes before they noticed my approach, how hard they struggled not to stare at her bare legs. How they watched the level of her drink, wanting to be the guy who bought her the next one. Praying she’d use a poor judgment call on one of them.
The only reason I didn’t send July’s coworkers to join Kevin in the ER is…
I hurt her feelings. Fixing my mistake is sucking up all my focus.
If you wanted to talk, you could have stayed this morning and had ample opportunity.
Oh God. All day, she’s been upset. Hours.
If I was alone with this realization, I’d bash my head off the closest wall, just to redirect the pain. Who could damage this sweet girl’s feelings? Am I a monster?
Am I a classic abuser like her annoying co-worker said?
“Where are we going, Theo?”
“Park,” I manage, voice ragged.
I didn’t even know the answer until she asked, but the second I hear her husky tone, the need to be alone with her becomes even more urgent. I can taste my own lust. My own obsession. It’s alive, moving in the air around me. Inside of me. And there isn’t a chance in hell I’m going to bring her on a train or call us an Uber without imploding from the wait to soothe her anger at me. To touch what’s mine.
I guide her into a park that is surrounded by old, wrought-iron fencing, laden with tall, shivering trees. It’s semi-empty, a few stragglers watching the final dregs of the sunset that are visible within the city limits. There’s an ancient-looking stone storage shed on the far side of the park, and I lead July there now, circling us around back, taking us out of view.
When I look down at her gorgeous face in the twilight, I don’t even know where to begin communicating what’s going on inside of me. I’m a roadmap of crossed wires, my emotions heightened like never before.
“I left last night because I was hallucinating,” I say, caging her in with my arms against the stone wall of the shed. “I was in your apartment, but I was mentally trapped very far away from there, July. And I didn’t want to bring you to hell with me.”
Her face softens a degree. “You were having a nightmare?”
“Much worse. There’s no way to tell if it’s real or not.” I close my eyes and hang my head, pushing my face into the curve of her neck. “You were the only thing I knew was real, baby, and it felt like you were in danger. I had to take the danger with me. I don’t even know if that makes sense.”
Her hands lift, fingers sliding into my hair and my entire being sags, stress rushing from my body like a dam has broken. “You should have woken me up. We could have gotten through it together.”
“Right. I want to keep you, not drive you away.”
“Leaving me uncertain will drive me away faster.”
I rear back and punch the stone wall, careful not to come close to her beautiful head, and all the while my mouth rubs up and down, side to side, in the crook of her neck, into her hair. “Stop talking about driving you away. Just stop .”
Her breath catches when my teeth latch onto her ear. “Why are you back now? To get your relief for the day?” Her voice is defiant. “Do you need to use me to come again?”
“I’m not using you, July,” I say through my teeth—and I mean what I’m saying more than anything—but my cock is punching up against my zipper like hot steel, the veins that run the length of my hefty stalk pounding like a drum. The sudden ability to get hard again after going so long without… oh Jesus , the result is me shaking with rampant lust. Just like last night in her apartment, I want to hold her down and fuck her in the most brutal ways possible. Yet somehow, I also want to baby and pamper and spoil her. I don’t know myself or my urges around this woman, and that scares me, because she’s important . “I am not using you, I just need to…” A blistering hot shiver runs the length of my erection, gripping my balls. “I-I just can’t concentrate, until…”
Knowing eyes flicker to mine. “Until you come.”
“Yes,” I gasp, my abs yanking tight as laces, semen wetting my tip. “Oh fuck. ”
She’s starting to breathe faster. Does it turn her on to see me in sexual pain over her mere existence? “Last time, you weren’t even touching me. It just happened from…”
“Looking at you across the table. I know.” I turn my head, nestling our panting mouths together. “Is it asking for too much to kiss you while I ejaculate this time, baby?”
The smallest whimper tumbles from her lips and I surge forward, snarling against her mouth, my hands taking a gratifying ownership of July, skimming up the backs of her thighs to the supple ass beneath, my grip luxuriating in a possessive knead. Goddamn this tight little butt. It’s mine. “There’s nowhere I wanted to be last night than with you. Every second of this day , that’s what I wanted. But here’s the thing, there’s nowhere those co-workers of yours would rather be, either. In your bed, pumping away like dogs, under this piece of nothing skirt.” Through the barrier of her panties, I press my middle finger to her asshole. Tight. Enough to make her whole body jerk between me and the wall, that whimper less inhibited this time. “Don’t wear it again unless I’m on top of you and we’re using it to soak up all the come you tease out of me.”
Her breath has begun to shallow. “Not that I’m obligated to explain, b-but I was distracted when I got d-dressed this morning and—”
“Uh-huh.” I add a second finger on top of that pucker, massaging them in a possessive circle. “And the result is everyone spends the day distracted, hoping for a peek at your cunt.” Slowly, I slide my hand down the back of her underwear, and we’re skin to skin now, her softness threatening to turn me feral. I continue until I encounter the soft swell of her pussy, rubbing four fingers gently within her flesh and my God, she’s like a dew-slicked rosebud. “A man sees you in a skirt this short, he thinks of it twisted around your waist while you bounce on his cock and moan like a fucking porn star. And if that happens, I’ll have to make it so they can’t think anymore, July. Ever again. Do we understand each other?”
The continued defiance in her expression is only making me want to be more aggressive. Hold back. Calm down. I can’t fuck her in this park, because I am not going to be quiet when I’m finally hitting that pussy. I’m going to be an animal. Someone will hear her screaming and call the police. Right now, what I need to accomplish is an understanding that July is my temptation and my temptation alone. And I need to bust so I can think straight. “You won’t wear the skirt, period.” Lord, I’m sweating. “Unless…”
Pink colors her cheeks. “Unless it’s soaking up your come.”
“ Yes .” I drag my mouth over to hers, rocking our lips together with a shuddering breath. “That’s what I need it to do right now, July, baby. I couldn’t get hard all day, then I saw you through the window…and now? Fuck . It woke up so angry.” I strum the seam of her sex, painfully aware that she’s getting wetter and wetter. Wanting to take care of her needs but imprisoned by my immediate need to nut. For her. On her. I’m being choked by four years of no satisfaction, finally given the ultimate outlet for the pain. My sweet July. “Answer me,” I rasp. “Can I kiss you while we’re calming me down?”
It takes her a moment to respond, because she’s visibly trying to hold on to her irritation, despite her arousal, but eventually she nods, if unevenly. “Okay.”
Being given the green light to kiss her is like bring granted a feast and having no idea where to dig in. Is she even remotely aware of her succulence? Her mouth is a juicy piece of fruit, moist and breathy, her breath tinged with mint and fruity alcohol. My cock wouldn’t even fit between those lips, but God help me, I think of her trying. Whining and struggling, trying to fit it down her throat, and I threaten to unload in my pants once again.
It’s already happening, my balls beginning to milk themselves with rough spasms.
This woman is my kryptonite.
And damn, she’s so wet. I wonder if I could pin her to the ground, unzip my jeans and get balls deep in her cunt before exploding.
No. Not a chance. Not in this state of heightened sensitivity.
Her mouth is my promised land right now and she’s granting me access.
Be grateful.
Oh, I am. My God, I’m so grateful. She’s going to let me kiss her.
I stroke my fingers away from her soaked pussy, dragging the wetness up the split of her bottom, and I press my shaking palms flat to the wall on either side of her head. Searching her eyes for a moment, all I see is innocence and heated curiosity. Tipping my head to the right, I lay my mouth over July’s, sipping at the seam, absorbing her shaky, little exhale, before drawing her lips into a long, moaning kiss, dragging our combined wetness left, then right, pushing her mouth open to introduce her to my tongue, turned on beyond words by the contradiction she offers me. An eager mouth and a body that will no longer hold her upright, she enjoys my kiss so much.
Good.
Because I’m sinking deeper into this obsession with every slip of her exploring tongue. Every ripple that passes through her virgin body. Every gasping draw of tongue and the way we luxuriate in that suctioning pull afterward, her fingernails digging into the meat of my shoulders. Fuck.
“I’m going to finish,” I choke out in between frantic meetings of our lips, the consuming mash of mouths, her lower body flattened against the building by my hips. “How do you do this to me? How do you pop me like a fucking balloon?”
“I don’t know,” she gasps, yanking on my collar, pressing higher on her toes, accepting my starved kisses with desperate mewls.
“You dressed like a slut today for Daddy. Admit it.”
She bites her bottom lip, lowering her eyelashes. “I’m so sorry, Daddy.”
My broken groan echoes through the park before I stifle it with determination.
We fall into these rolls like we were born for them and nothing has ever felt more right. More inevitable. I’m the man in her life. I fill all the roles and fulfill all the needs. No questions. No negotiations. “Do you want me to spend the day with sopping wet briefs, little girl?”
“No,” she whispers, shyly.
Finding it hard to catch a good breath now, I drop my hands and shakily lower my zipper, prying my thick, turgid cock through the opening, beads of sweat popping up on my forehead over seeing it more engorged than ever before. Pained and swollen, veins beating root to tip. “Turn around, yank up that slutty skirt and pull your ass cheeks apart. You’re going to sit in my sperm on the way home and think about what you did.”
Hiccupping with surprise, with excitement, July turns to face the wall and we both pull her skirt up to her waist, her panties shoved down to her knees with one flick of my wrist. And then, my God in heaven, she follows orders by grabbing a butt cheek in each hand and drawing them wide, and son of a bitch , I’m DONE, my wad hits that little pink bullseye like we’ve been playing naughty target practice for years, load after load of milky white spend spurting into that tight crevice and slipping down, down, down, some of it dripping onto the ground, some of it sliding right around to her cunt and painting it shiny.
I don’t even have to jack off. I’m hands free, the tip of my cock tucked up against that pucker, aiming and firing while my hands roam up the graceful dips of her sides and around to her tits, slapping and squeezing them, tugging on her hard little nipples, spending and spending all over her back entrance, my gut damn near on fire from the abundance of vibrating relief she gives me, this perfect woman.
“Christ. Christ. Look how much you make me spill, baby. Actually putting my cock inside of you might be the death of me.” I drag my open mouth up the side of her neck into her hair, baring my teeth against her skull. “But God, I need to so bad. I need to build a tolerance for you so I can dominate my little girl like the devil intended. Spread you open, use you rough, then clean you up afterwards. Rock you in my arms. Don’t you want that?”
“Yes,” she sobs, the valley of her backside overflowing with my offering now and still she tilts her hips for more, as if she’s fertile ground and I’m a storm after a drought. I latch onto her smooth neck with my teeth and deliver the final dregs of my need, panting and moaning as I slip my fingers around to her pussy, finding it coated in my spend, making me want to pound my chest like an ape.
I trace my fingers through the slipperiness and gather it to her clit, pressing and rubbing gently, gently, until her hips start to rock back into my lap, her hands relinquishing their job of keeping her bottom pried apart, her palms flattening on the wall while I stimulate her…and fuck, she is stimulated, her breathy gasps of my name making me feel like I’m soaring ten miles above my body.
“I’m going to finger some of my come into you, baby. Not far enough to pop your cherry. Just enough to stop me murdering every man we pass on the way home.”
“W-why will that stop you m-murdering them?”
“Your panties and pussy full of my sperm will put me in a good mood, that’s why.” I can’t control the jealousy and rampant possessiveness that lances me like a blade. I’m biting into her neck enough to draw blood and I can’t stop myself. This tight cunt is mine . These thighs, her face, her laugh, her fucking insides are mine. And she knows it’s true, because the more spend I finger into her snug hole, the harder she breathes, the more her privates begin to quicken and grip my digit. “Good girl, July. Good. Leave all that pretty pleasure on Daddy’s fingers. You earned an orgasm in that tiny skirt, didn’t you? You earn it just by waking up and breathing. By keeping this pussy so sweet while I was away.” I massage her swelling nub faster with my middle fingertip, smiling darkly into her neck when she starts to dance on her toes, whimpering brokenly. “It’s not going to be that way much longer. The next time your beautiful young cunt is full of come, it’ll be because my bastard cock put it there.”
She cries out, her body sagging between me and the wall, requiring me to hold her up, which is my greatest honor, my mouth chanting words into her ear, praising words, while my right fingers continue to milk her through the climax, sneaking in occasionally to experience the clench I want so badly to feel around my dick, careful to keep my touch shallow. When finally July goes boneless, I hold her up in the crook of my left arm. Pulling up her panties with my other hand and adjusting her skirt to cover her delectable ass.
“I’m coming over again,” I say into her neck. “I want to spend every goddamn minute I can with you.”
“Then don’t leave this time,” she whispers, looking back at me over her shoulder.
I open my mouth to make the promise.
But as much as I long to say the words, they refuse to come out.