Chapter Eight
Cash
Well, I’ve lost it.
I no longer have control over my body, my thoughts, or my mind. I’m a teenage boy all over again, led by my cock, hungry for more.
It’s like something inside is constricting. Something instinctive and sharp. Like I’m aware of every boundary, but the need to be near Violet is inescapable.
Hell, my cock is hard again already as she tries on these cute little dresses. I drag my hand down over my beard as I wait outside the dressing room door, hoping she comes out to show me her latest option.
There aren’t many clothing stores out here, but the general store has a good selection of both clothes and goods.
Some used, others brand new. It’s the kind of place where you can pick up a pair of work jeans, a coil rope, and a new dress in one swoop.
Cora loves the place because they even have ice cream by the register.
“Can I help find anything?” the cashier asks, twisting her red hair to the side. “Is this for a special occasion?”
“We have a party tonight,” I say with a nod, ready for the conversation to be over. “I think we found some good choices, but we’ll let you know.”
The woman beams. “Okay, well don’t hesitate. I know how hard it can be shopping with your daughter!”
Daughter.
I swallow hard, my chest tight. “Daughter? She’s not my daughter.”
“Oh! Your niece.” She nods. “I’m sorry. Usually it’s dads bringing their daughters in shopping, but I admire you for—”
My jaw tightens. “She’s not my niece either.”
The cashier’s mouth opens slightly as though she’s running out of options. “Yeesh, I’m batting a thousand today. I’ll be back at the counter if you need anything.” She retreats a step, but she’s still looking toward me with curiosity as though she’s trying to figure us out.
I knew this would happen. We’re twenty years apart in age. Of course, folks are going to be confused by our relationship, though I didn’t see it happening the very first time we stepped out together.
Why does this make me feel possessive all over again? Why does this make my cock ache with the need to thrust inside of her and steady myself?
Violet opens the dressing room door. “This one is a little small,” she says, peeking her pretty head out, her silky brown hair falling down over her shoulder. “I don’t even want to show you.”
I grin and stand from the bench. “That sentence doesn’t make a damn bit of sense, princess. I need to see it.”
She backs into the dressing room, a coy smile on her face as she does a single turn.
“Fuck.” Every curve is perfectly highlighted. Her thick hips, her round tits, her bubbled ass.
“It’s awful,” she curls up her lip, “isn’t it? I look like a stuffed sausage.”
The tightness in my chest snaps like a rope fraying under immense strain, and I kick closed the dressing room door, leaning into her tiny little frame with a possessive growl.
“Two rules. One, you don’t ever talk about yourself like that again. Two,” I drag my hand down over her thick hips and tug her in toward my hard cock, “you don’t ever leave the house in anything this tight. This is for me.”
Her cheeks pink and she bites back a smile as I drag my hand up the inside of her leg and slip my fingers between her thighs with a groan. “When you go outside, I want you looking like the Amish.”
She sighs and squirms against my touch. “The Amish? You screw me once and now you think you’re in control of me?”
I nod slowly, my chest tightening. “I should’ve warned you ahead of time how tenacious I can be with the things I want.”
“Is that right?” she squeaks, her gaze never leaving mine. “That sounds pretty old-fashioned. We might need to bring your thinking into the current century if we’re going to make this work.”
“You think so?” I growl low and bite at the side of her neck as I pin her against the back wall of the dressing room. “So, if I ask you to get on your knees and suck my cock, you won’t?”
She wets her lips and stares up at me, blinking repeatedly. “Are you asking?”
I nod once, and she sinks to the ground like a sweet little princess, unzips my jeans, takes hold of my cock, and sucks, her eyes lit up at the taste.
I don’t deserve her.
She’s so sweet, so trusting, so innocent, and I’m… in the eyes of the general public, including the cashier, I’m an old, horny pervert. An old, horny pervert who just had her young flesh an hour ago.
A rough sound echoes from my throat as I watch my pretty princess grip hold of my cock, every curve perfectly shaped and bouncing in that tight dress as she works me over.
Gagging, slurping, twisting her tongue around in circles.
The shop is small, and the woman working the counter is never more than twenty feet away. At this point, I’m sure she’s wondering why I’m still in the dressing room, why we’re so quiet, why it sounds like someone is gagging.
This is so fucking wrong. I should stop Violet right now. I should carry her home, lay her in my bed, and kiss her all over until she falls asleep. I should tell her how thankful I am, then pin her down and fuck her hard.
Instinctively, I thrust into her little throat as her tits bounce against my legs. Okay, I don’t think I’m stopping her.
My fingertips gather in her hair, and without thought, I’m pushing her sweet, little, princess face against my cock like a man strung out on need, my balls slapping against her chin, my cock pulsating in her inexperienced throat.
“Oh Christ,” I growl, watching her little head work my cock like a filthy, excited slut.
Her gaze draws up to mine, a sparkle behind her eyes like she’s genuinely happy.
She’s enjoying herself, which only gets me off more.
God, I love it! The way her big, brown eyes look up at me, needy and desperate for direction.
The way she sighs and moans as she twists her virgin mouth over my cock.
I’m pretty sure I’m the luckiest man alive.
“Excuse me,” the cashier says, knocking on our door twice, “anyone in here?”
“Yes!” Violet groans, eyes wide, her mouth still hot around my dick.
I grin and lift her up from the ground, bend her over the bench, and slip my cock into her tight, little pussy from behind.
“Oh,” Violet moans, reaching back for my thigh as I fuck her hard and fast, desperate to fill her up again before this door opens.
“Hello?” the woman continues. “Are you still in here, hun? I saw your—” She pauses as though she still doesn’t know what category to put us in. “The man you were with is gone so I thought you’d left.”
“Be right out,” Violet’s voice shakes as I pound hard against her tiny frame, my balls slapping as I move.
“I think there might be two people in there,” a man’s voice echoes. As his sentence ends, I can see his shadow bend down behind the door. “There are two people in there. I can see four feet.”
“You’re right,” the cashier says, sounding annoyed as she knocks again. “What’s going on in there?”
I look toward my girl in the mirror, her mouth open, hair wild, her breasts swaying as I thrust.
Shit, I know this is wrong, but I feel more alive than I’ve felt in years. The realization of this is unsettling and confusing. A swirl of guilt and clarity. I can’t tell if it’s freedom or a mistake in the making.
“I think that’s Andrew,” she mouths, eyes wide as I continue to thrust into her slick, wet pussy.
“I have a paying customer that needs to try on clothes,” the woman presses. “You’ve used all your time.”
“Be right out,” I say, my voice more ragged than I’d planned.
“I’m coming in there!” the woman yells, keys jingling at the lock of the door.
If she opens that door, she’s going to know what our relationship is real quick, and I’m not sure that’s a good thing. Something tells me she has a big mouth.
Violet’s eyes widen as she looks toward me in the mirror. I’m sure I should stop, but I can’t. She feels too good, too soft, too warm, too wet.
Her fingertips dig into my leg and her eyes squeeze shut as her pussy clenches hold of my cock and she begins to squirm.
She’s coming!
My sweet, little princess is coming on my cock again!
Fuck!
My balls seize, and suddenly, I unravel, filling her tight, little pussy up for the second time today. Only this time, a random cashier and Andrew are listening to both of us.
There’s a moment where we stay in place, my massive frame hung over her in exhaustion as she draws in a series of breaths.
The door knocks again and Violet turns back toward me, her voice in a whisper as she says, “What do we do now?” She tugs off the dress that’s just for me and pulls on the clothes she came in with. “There’s only one way out.”
“I can hear you,” the red-headed cashier continues. “I said I’m coming in.”
“I’m almost dressed,” Violet says, biting back a grin.
I love this naughty little girl.
“Just keep your head down and walk straight out the store to the truck.” I zip my jeans and hand her the keys. “I’ll pay the woman and be right behind you.”
“Oh my God.” Her face turns a shade of red reserved for apples. “If I’m right and that’s Andrew, he’s going to know who I am. He’ll tell my dad and the whole thing is going to blow up.”
“People might talk, but there’s no proof of anything. We’re two adults and I was helping you with the dress. That’s all.” I kiss her forehead and unlock the door.
The first face I see is Andrew’s. His blue eyes track her for a moment before he refocuses on me.
“Shit, man.” He grins. “You were just fucking that chick, weren’t you?
” He glances out the back window, studying the woman I was with as though he’s going to compliment me on my game, but his face drops instead.
I really hate this kid.
“She was trying on clothes. That’s all,” I say, before holding the dresses Violet picked up toward the cashier. “I’d like to pay for these.”
“I should hope so after that,” she snaps. “I should call the police!”
In forty-six years, I’ve never done anything nearly as wild as this. Hell, I’m not sure I’ve ever thought anything as wild as this, but Violet brings something out of me. Something raw and feral. Something animalistic I can’t control.
“Sir!” the woman continues. “I said… I should call the police!”
I know a lot of folks in town, but I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting this specific Karen yet.
She’s barely five feet tall, but she stands like she’s about to take down a mugger single-handedly, her bright red hair frizzing outward, framing her narrow blue eyes.
If I had to guess, I’d say she’s a peach who brightens everyone’s day with her calm and welcoming demeanor.
“Would you like my money, or not?” I say flatly.
She rolls her eyes and heads toward the register, pushing a few buttons as she glares.
It’s then that I see a camera for sale on a shelf behind the register. I don’t know a lot about photography, but it’s sturdy looking. It’s a brand I’ve heard of before and the lens looks long, like the one Violet was telling me about.
“How much for the camera?”
The woman rolls her eyes. “Considering the sick things you’ll probably use it for… a thousand dollars.”
I raise my brows. “A thousand dollars? It’s used.”
“And a thousand is the price. Take it or don’t.”
A flash of Violet fills my mind as I imagine her down by the creek, lifting rocks to take pictures of the dragonflies and the isopods, the sun beaming down on her, a soft smile on her face.
I want her to have everything she’s ever wanted, and I’m going to be the one to give it to her.
“I’ll take it,” I say, pulling my credit card out of my wallet.
“Great,” the woman glances down at my card, “Cash Wilder. I’ll ring you right up.”
Fuck. Well played, Karen.