Chapter Five
Mabel
I’m not prepared for this. I mean, I am. I want Reaper more than I’ve ever wanted anything, but I’m not sure I’m ready for his massive dick.
I’ve read that pussies stretch to meet the needs of whatever’s pushing inside of them, but I’m not sure if whoever wrote the article saw a dick like Reaper’s.
He’s huge. I’m talking actual eggplant huge. When I had him in my throat, I wasn’t sure I was going to make it.
He lays back in the grass with his cock up. Thick veins travel along the length and pre-come dribbles at the tip.
I lean in and lick it off, savoring the way he tastes on my tongue.
“Sit on my dick. I want to watch you come.”
The night is perfect. There are a million stars in the sky and a full moon that lights us in its glow. A warm breeze brushes around us and crickets chirp in the distance. Every once in a while, I hear a coyote or a wolf, but I doubt one would come near us. Reaper’s size alone would scare off most anything out here.
Holding his thick cock in my hand, I lower onto his lap with a satisfied moan, sinking him deeper and deeper into my wet heat.
The world goes still, and though there’s a pinch of pain as he squeezes into me, I ignore it in favor of how full he makes me feel.
My hips rock back and forth, and I keep my mind in the moment. I don’t want to think about how old Reaper is, or how I’m betraying my father, or how the chances of this working are insanely low.
I only want this moment. I want to believe with all my heart that the second he comes, he owns me. I want to believe that when he owns me, my life begins. Even if every second of that is a lie, I have no problem with it right now.
Air spills from my lungs in a fury of moans. “You feel so good.”
He pinches my tit with one hand and rubs my clit with the other. I can feel my body seizing all over as nerves I’ve never used before are coming to life.
I finger through the hair on his chest and tug lightly as he thrusts upward into me. “Take my cock like a good little girl and make me come.”
I know he wants to take over. I feel it in his movements, but I like that he’s letting me control this first experience.
Our eyes on one another, he scrubs my clit as I bounce. “Your pussy is so fucking tight, little cat.”
I grind against his dick, faster and faster until my limbs tremble and I’m pulsating from the inside out. My eyes close unintentionally.
“Look at me,” Reaper growls. “Open your eyes.”
This simple command sends me to a place I don’t want to leave. It’s nirvana. Heaven. It’s the bike ride, times a million. I never want it to stop.
Reaper’s eyes are intense and wide. There’s a force behind them I haven’t yet seen. A wild that’s no longer being held back. I know he wants to take control and I want to let him.
I lift off his lap and stand, my thighs still shaking from the pleasure.
“You sure you’re ready, little cat? I’m gonna go hard.”
My pussy pulsates at the thought of him fucking me like an animal.
He grips the back of my neck and kisses his way down my shoulder, scraping his teeth on the way back up. “Climb down on all fours for me.”
I swallow hard and do as he’s asked, lowering into the tall grass with my pussy dripping wet. Normally, I’d be nervous as hell to crawl around down here in the dark, but with Reaper, everything else disappears, and all that’s left is the two of us.
His giant frame kneels behind me, and his arm wraps around my torso, pulling me back as he sinks into my pussy. He kisses the back of my neck and thrusts in deep.
“You going to come again for me?” His dick feels different in this position. Deeper somehow. He’s hitting a spot I didn’t know was there, and it’s incredible.
“I do,” I pant. “I can come again.”
He thrusts into me over and over again, growling out with each hard slap. He ties his fist into my hair and pulls as he moves.
A light from upstairs flickers on.
I ignore it, shutting my eyes as my tits brush against the tall grass.
“Fucking hell,” Reaper moans. “Your father’s coming.”
I hear the shotgun in the air, and I wonder for a second if we’ve somehow tripped the security cameras.
Oh God, did he see this?
He’s still five hundred feet away.
“Don’t stop. Please. I need your come.”
Reaper thumps harder and faster. “Little cat, tell me I own you.”
“I’m yours. Take me!”
The gun sounds again, but Reaper keeps thrusting, until all of the sudden, he bursts, growling out into the night as though nothing else matters.
It doesn’t.
Nothing else matters, because with Reaper, everything is right. The way he feels, the way he protects me, the way he advocates for my happiness.
He pulls out of me slowly, and already I feel the emptiness he’s left behind.
“Lick me off, little cat. Clean me up.”
The gun goes off again. My father is walking toward us, but he’s still too far away to see anything.
This is so fucked up. So wrong. In fact, I think insanity might be what’s happening right now. I’ve never felt this high in my life.
I lean into his frame and lick our come from his cock, sucking the tip hard to drag out any pleasure that’s still inside.
He jumps back as though he’s sensitive. “Okay… alright, little cat. Good girl.”
I like seeing him like this, even if my father is about to ruin it all.
Reaper grabs my dress from the grass and pulls it over my head, before yanking on his jeans. “Let me talk, okay?”
“Yeah, well… he’s got his gun, and he’s gonna shoot you.”
“He won’t shoot me.” Reaper lands a kiss on my forehead. “I’m sorry this is all happening so fast. You trust me, right?”
I nod and slip my hand into his. “More than anything.”
Our eyes stay locked on one another, and I swear the entire Earth stops moving. I don’t care what my father says or does. I was meant to be here with Reaper. Tonight was meant to happen. We were meant to be together. We were meant for forever. Nothing is going to change that. My father can storm over here, guns blazing, and it won’t matter. I’m not letting anything keep me from this feeling ever again.
“You piece of fucking shit.” My father aims his gun toward Reaper. “You’re going to fucking die. Any last words?”
I step between them, but Reaper pulls me back and tucks me behind his frame. I know I promised I’d listen, but fuck that. I’m not going to let this happen.
“Mabel Anne! Get your ass over here, right now!” My father’s tone is rough, and though I’m embarrassed and hate that I’ve clearly ruined his friendship, I’m not moving.
“No. I love him, Dad. I’ve loved him for so long.” I step out from behind the giant I can’t get enough of. “You’re either going to accept it or lose me. Pick one.”
“He’s fucking with your head, baby girl. Get over here now!”
I laugh, and walk toward my father, taking the gun from his hand. It’s a bold move. So bold that he lets me do it without much thought. I’m sure he didn’t expect that from his sweet, little, submissive daughter. “You’re the one fucking with my head, Dad. I found the pill you stuffed under the couch cushion earlier.”
He narrows his brows and steps back. “Give me the gun.”
“No. You lie to me. You manipulate me. You take advantage of the fact that I love you. Why?”
His shoulders lower and he falls to the ground.
Reaper meets me from behind, taking the gun from my hand and pulling me against his chest.
My father’s head hangs low, but his fists are still balled at his side as though he can’t decide which emotion to let take him over. “I don’t know when all this started. I know. I’m not doing right by you, baby girl, but the thought of losing you is too damn much.”
“That’s not a good enough excuse, Dad. I spent so many nights worrying about you. I held myself back from so much because I thought you’d die if I lived my life!” My throat is dry as I speak.
Reaper’s big hand holds me close.
“And you end up with my best friend, a man decades older than you, so I guess you showed me.” Dad’s tone is ragged.
“I’m not trying to hurt you. I love him. The end. I’m not letting go, and I’m not sorry about it. Not anymore.”
He pulls up a blade of grass, plucking it apart as he says, “When your mother died, I lost a part of myself. A huge part. Hell, I have memories of that woman opening her lunch box in the third grade. We’d trade cookies every day. Chocolate chip for Chocolate Chip. Didn’t make a damn bit of sense, but hers always tasted better than mine for some reason.” He looks down at the ground. “I guess losing you meant losing whatever I had left of her and…” He bursts into tears. In the years since my mother passed, I’ve never seen my father cry.
I know he did privately because I’d hear him through the walls late at night. But face to face, in twenty-five years, I’ve never seen this.
Dad looks up at me. “This hasn’t been fair to you. I’m sorry I lied. I’m sorry I held you here. You can’t get that time back. That’s… that’s on me.”
Deep down, I know my father isn’t a bad man. For years growing up, he was as steady as they come. He worked hard, loved Mama and I, and he gave us everything he had.
“I’ve been having a hard time moving on too,” I say, making my way to his side. “I still climb up into the loft and imagine her on the front porch, watching you work. And the thought of you moving on without her… makes me sick sometimes. Maybe that’s where we have something in common. We both need to move on, and we should help each other.”
He glances up toward me with blood-shot eyes. “How?”
“We start by hiring some help. You could use the friendship, and you’ll need it when I’m off at college.”
“That again?”
“Yeah, Dad. That again.” I glance up at Reaper. “I’m going to apply somewhere local, get my degree to be a vet, and look for work on the mountain. In the meantime, I hope Reaper and I will start a family of our own.”
“Fuck,” Dad groans. “It’s been five minutes. Shouldn’t this linger for a minute before you talk about starting a family?”
I grin and reach for Reaper’s hand as I lean up from the ground. “More like ten, and I figure I’ve wasted enough time already.”
My father groans out a reply, but I can’t hear him. I’m locked on Reaper’s gaze again and everything else has faded away.
If this were a week ago, I’d be desperate for my father’s approval, and I’d feel horrible that I was dating his best friend. But right now, I’m happier than I’ve ever been, and I’m not afraid to let my father walk into the house alone while I sink into Reaper’s big, rough hands, and take a ride on his motorcycle.