4. Parker
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PARKER
I may be at work, but my mind is at Ali’s.
Last night was life-changing. I tried to restrain myself for as long as I could–be the nice normal man that I pretend to be here in Gatree–but in the end, the devil inside me won out. I took her. I claimed her as mine. I deflowered her ripe little virgin pussy, and when I felt her cherry break, it was like I’d somehow clawed my way into heaven.
She has no idea, but I filmed my cock parting those delicious little pussy lips and slipping inside her so I would have a physical copy on my phone of her first penetration. I was right about her being a virgin. I knew it deep down in my soul, and feeling her juicy hymen surrender to my crown was glorious confirmation.
The contrast between her divine beauty and depraved soul is shocking. Me, I’m all tatted up, my body adorned with scars from knives and bullets. But Ali, she’s pure beauty incarnate. Yet like me, she has a devil in her mind.
I crept into her room, and she lay still. I peeled back her sheets, and she didn’t move. I pulled down her shorts, and she tilted her hips ever so slightly to assist me, spreading her legs just enough to give me a perfect view of her tiny pink slit.
What a delicious little nymphet. She loves our little game just like I do. Who knows how many suitors she turned down before giving herself over to me? A girl like her in a tiny town like this? The boys must have been drooling over her since before they could even drive.
My eyes are glued to my phone screen, watching in slow motion as my cock slides in and out of her pussy, her glistening lips clutching my shaft in a desperate attempt to keep me inside her. I can’t believe she took it so deep her first time. She’s like a drug, and I’m in the throes of addiction. I haven’t stopped fantasizing about her since the moment I left. I barely even had time to break her in, and she still somehow managed to take every one of my nine inches.
Girl, you can’t even imagine the places I’m going to go with you…
“Whatcha lookin’ at?” Janice’s voice makes me jump, and I quickly lock my phone and stuff it in the pocket of my suit jacket.
“Jesus, Janice. Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to sneak up on a person?”
She laughs and drags a palm across my shoulder. “I figured you would have heard me–walking in these heels isn’t exactly quiet.”
Her eyes indicate the pair of bright red heels she’s wearing. I can’t lie. Most men would most definitely go for Janice. And back in the day, maybe I would have too. Not for any kind of relationship, but maybe just a one-off.
But not anymore. There’s only one girl in the world for me, and her name is Ali.
“Sorry. Guess I was spaced out.” I turn away and take my phone back out, trying to make it obvious that I am not in the mood to deal with her right now. Thankfully, she takes the hint and walks back to her desk. I hear her mutter something pissy under her breath before she sits down, but I don’t give a shit. Whether or not she thinks I’m a nice guy couldn’t concern me less. As a matter of fact, my life would be easier if she thought I was a jerk and stopped hitting on me.
I open my phone and pull up the video again. A simple twenty-second video from last night of me fucking Ali has my cock instantly engorged. Next time, I need to bring more cameras. I need multiple angles so I can admire every inch of her perfection when I’m not with her. Being away from her is physically killing me. My whole body aches. It’s like my skull is being squeezed in a vise. A handful of Ibuprofen did absolutely nothing to dull the persistent agony.
Somehow, I manage to make it through the rest of the day without my heart caving in. I jerk off in the bathroom twice, but those two heavy releases do nothing to dull the insatiable lust raging through me. Last night with Ali was just an appetizer. My first taste of her was sweet, but now the beast has been let out of its cage. The poor girl has absolutely no idea what I have in store for her.
The first thing I do when I step outside is search the air for her scent. I’m like a dog who thinks he’s heard his favorite can of food being opened in the kitchen. Where is it? That sweet, almond cherry aroma. Where is she? But even halfway up the block, there’s no hint of her.
Maybe she gave up stalking me after last night. Maybe she’s no longer interested.
That would mean the end of my world.
A painful vision of a possible future where Ali no longer wants to see me strikes my mind like a missile, exploding and tearing through the depths of my mind. A future where she locks her windows. Calls the cops on me. Where she quietly changes apartments and transfers schools, leaving me abandoned and alone.
Christ, it’s too much to even imagine.
I chase the venomous thoughts from my mind, climb into my car, and speed back to my apartment. I was so engrossed by my memories of last night, obsessing over the video I took, that I completely forgot lunch. I need to change out of this goddamn suit and quickly eat something before I go find Ali.
But when I get back to my apartment, I find the door cracked. Someone’s bypassed my doorman and my own aftermarket lock.
That’s it.
They’ve found me.
Instantly, my Glock’s in my hands. My breaths are controlled, despite the increase in heartbeat. This isn’t the first time someone’s tried to kill me. And I won’t be going out like some new piece of fresh meat.
This is why I can’t be in her life. Why I wanted to cut myself off before things got any more tangled up between us. I don’t belong with her. Not only am I not right. Not only am I not stable, but my past will haunt us both wherever I go. The sins of my past will become the sins of her future. I know she’s better off without me, yet I still can’t bring myself to turn away.
I burst into my apartment, eyes down the sights of my pistol, only to find Ali sitting confidently on the couch. She stares up at me like she’s not even surprised. Not even scared.
“They really should beef up security around here.” She smiles. “If all it takes to get in is flirting with a doorman and a guy-friend who’s good with electronics, you’ve got yourself some serious problems.”
Something inside me snaps. Like a ferocious dragon, the old Parker rears his head inside and flips a switch that sends me back into killer mode. I toss my pistol and snatch my knife from my waist. All it takes is a fraction of a heartbeat for me to cross the room and grab Ali by the neck. I pin her up against the wall and press the blade to her throat.
“Why are you here!?” I hiss, my eyes narrow like a snake. “Are you one of the family? You work for the Feds? Answer me or I’ll end you right now!”
Any other person would be pissing in their pants right now. But Ali barely even flinches. In fact, I’m pretty sure I see excitement in her eyes. One quick horizontal pull from my knife and I could end her life. We both know this. But she doesn’t seem a bit bothered.
She isn’t normal.
She’s out to get me.
I should have known better. But I let my heart and my cock get in the way of my brain. And even now, they’re both taking over my professional instincts. I want to kill this girl, but I also want to fuck her silly. Whoever hired her to draw me out couldn’t have picked a more perfect beauty. She’s completely turned me upside down.
“I’m here because I thought it was time to return the favor,” Ali replies, her voice controlled and unwavering.
“Favor?” I spit. “What favor?”
“Well, you’ve broken into my place countless times before. I figured it would be okay if I did the same to you.”
My heart pounds in my chest. Blood rushes straight to my cock, which throbs painfully against my briefs. I shouldn’t trust her. I can’t trust her. But that doesn’t change the fact that I also can’t resist her.
With a swift flick of the wrist, I throw my knife to the floor, embedding it in the hardwood. I inhale her scent as I lift her onto the couch and pin her down beneath me. There it is.
A fever has overtaken me. The last remnants of restraint have left me, and I roughly flip Ali over onto her back and tear her pants down to her knees, taking her cute red panties with them. I hear fabric ripping as I force her legs apart and growl, “I’ll buy you a new pair.”
I’m pretty sure I hear her giggle softly.
The sweet scent of her pussy enters my nostrils, amplifying the savage lust within. Her pretty little slit gleams up at me like a treasure. One I’m completely unable to resist.
I bury my face in her center, wetting my cheeks as I drag my tongue up her valley to the precious nub that causes her body to wriggle with delight. I do not do this. I don’t go down on women. But Ali is different. She’s special. She deserves the best treatment I can give–not a goddamn blade held to her neck. What was I thinking? I have to show her how much I worship her.
A moan spills from her lips as I flatten my tongue and apply pressure. My hands slip up her T-shirt to grasp her plump tits as she begins to writhe beneath me, swaying her hips and pressing back against my face.
“Parker…”
Hearing my name as a tender mewl is like a shot of adrenaline straight to my chest. I’d reply if I could, but my mouth is a little busy at the moment. Yes, baby. I’ve got you.
This girl is truly an angel. A twisted, fearless, wicked little angel who has managed to take complete control over me. I may be able to toss her around, pin her down, or even take her life if I chose, but she has seized power over my emotions, my soul, the very essence of who I am. And that’s something I never thought possible.
I grin with pride as she comes. Her body twitches, and her hips buck up off the couch with such force that I have to snatch her by the waist to keep her from thrashing away from me and onto the floor. A chatter of broken gasps bursts from her lips with each pulse of her climax. Cuteness overload. I hold her steady, keeping the pressure on my tongue just right until she starts to come down and I’m able to release her.
Then I sit up over her and unzip my pants. She looks up at me with dazed and groggy eyes as I heft my cock out of my briefs and set it down on her tummy–right on that little rise above her pussy just above her clit.
“Where’d you learn to do that?” she mutters.
I don’t even bother answering. I can’t. Any control I had over my rational self is gone now. All that’s left are my primal passions, which have completely taken the reins.
I lift her shirt to expose her perfect breasts, then stare down at her gorgeous face as I enter her. The sight of her jaw dropping as she stretches around my swollen shaft is as good as it gets. How could a cruel son of a bitch like me ever ask for more? Her body twitches as I fuck her–aftershocks from the oral orgasm I just gave her. Like the little fuck-doll she was for me last night, her head lulls to one side and her eyes close as she fully submits to me, taking whatever I have to dish out.
Which is a lot.
The sensation of being inside her is nearly too much to handle. I know I’m the only man to have her–I felt her cherry pop when I took her last night. But I have to hear confirmation from her.
“Ali,” I growl, leaning down so my lips are nearly pressed against hers.
“Mmm?” Her reply is no more than a murmur. A sigh of content as her breasts bounce beneath me with each one of my deep, deliberate strokes.
“I was your first, wasn’t I? You’ve never fucked anyone else.” She nods, but that’s not enough for me. I grab her by the chin and force her to look up at me. “Say it. You’ve never fucked anyone else.”
I’d expected her to look up at me in fright. Attempt to shake free of my grip. But to my surprise, she simply smiles and shakes her head. “No one’s ever had me but you, Daddy.”
A triumphant sensation buries itself in my chest. Did she just call me Daddy? I’ve never been into that sort of thing before, but hearing her say it is a massive turn-on. This is a girl who’s not afraid to express what she wants, and I absolutely love that. Especially because I know I’m the only man she’ll express those things to.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” I snarl, dragging my tongue across her lower lip. “Call me Daddy again.”
“Daddy,” she moans. “Fuck me, Daddy.”
That’s it. All this intensity and exploration is simply too much for me. I want to pound her for hours until she can barely walk tomorrow, but that’s not possible right now. I simply can’t hold out any longer.
Like a teenage boy, I bust early and without warning. My cock erupts, and I feel a massive load spraying inside of her, causing me to bury every one of my inches deep inside her tight little fuck hole. Ali cries out and goes off again, the walls of her womanhood clenching around my hard-on as it pulses my seed and I empty my balls into her.
We’re made for each other. We’re both bent, somehow broken. I don’t know how just yet, but I’ll find out. I’ll discover everything about her there is to know. But what then? What if she really is a spy? A Fed? What if she’s innocent, and someone from my old life comes back to kill me and she ends up collateral damage?
I’d never be able to live with myself.
Cold seizes my chest, like ice water soaking my lungs. Another switch flips inside me, and I rocket to my feet. Ali looks up at me, a little surprised but mostly content as the final tremors of her climax roll through her.
No. This can’t happen.
To protect her, I have to leave her.
“Get out,” I growl, the words stinging my tongue like acid.
“What?”
“You heard me.” I shift my eyes to the window. I can’t even fucking look at her while I say it. “You have to go now. And don’t ever come back.”
I hear her sit up and pull her shirt down. “Parker, what are you talking about–?”
“Go!” I bellow, grabbing her by the wrist and tugging her to her feet. “Did you not hear me?”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” she squeals. “So I’m just a quick fuck and now your post-nut clarity is making you realize you want nothing to do with me?”
Christ, that’s the opposite of what’s happening. But I can’t tell her that. If she senses any hint of affection from me, she’ll be back. She’ll continue to follow me, and I won’t be able to resist her. This will happen again and again, and eventually she’ll be mine for good. And then she’ll be in danger. And I can’t let that happen.
“That’s right.” I nod, turning cold eyes to her. “You’re just a fuck. Now I’m done with you. Get out.”
She stands there a moment, staring back at me in utter shock. It’s all I can do to keep my eyes from hers as the pain tears through me. Then she pulls up her pants and walks to the door. As she closes it behind her, my heart breaks.
I’ve done some evil things in my life, but this takes the cake.