Chapter Six
Archer
Jesus Christ, I’m a fucking mess.
I lay back in bed and scrub my hand down over my face, desperate to uncover some sense.
Any sense.
There must be some left in there somewhere.
You wouldn’t know it by the way I just told a twenty-two-year-old woman that I’d been beating off to her photo every night for weeks, but still, I swear there’s sense some place.
To my credit, I left out the part where I wanted to murder her ex, the man who’s been emotionally abusing her. That counts for something, right?
It shows how civilized I am. It has to.
I draw in a deep breath and stare up at the fan whirring above me.
There’s a low hum as the blades spin round and round.
And though I know I should force myself to sleep, I tuck my hand into my boxers anyhow, jerking slowly to the picture in my head of my sweet, little brat getting out of the shower earlier.
Maybe I did step in hoping to see her naked. I don’t know. I didn’t think it was a conscious thought, but right now, I’m pretty thankful for the picture in my mind of her perfect round tits dripping with water.
Jesus.
I grit my teeth and murmur low as I stroke my cock, conjuring more memories of her soft, curved frame standing so confidently in the shower, soaking wet. That little, pink pussy. Her full, red lips. Those deep brown eyes.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I stroke faster and harder, imagining I took her right then. Imagining that I’d helped her from the shower, bent her over the sink, and slid into her slippery, tight, little, virgin pussy.
She’s so small compared to me. So easily twisted and lifted. So easily bent and spanked.
My God!
The thought of my hand cracking against her bratty, little ass sends another shock of thrill straight through me. That little whimpering moan she makes as I spank her over and over.
“Are you awake?” she whispers through the crack in the door, and I freeze, my hand still on my cock, my balls tight and desperate to explode.
I don’t answer. I don’t answer because what the fuck do I say?
If I comfort her, she’ll be in this bed next to me and I’ll most definitely be pounding into her slippery wet core like a wild fucking animal.
It can’t happen.
I can’t touch her.
She’s not mine.
She’ll never be mine.
“Archer?” She steps into the room, ignoring my silence. “Are you awake?”
I still don’t answer, though she’s stepping across the bedroom like a late-night ninja about to do God knows what, and I’m pretty sure she’s nude.
Completely fucking nude.
She’s toying with me now. It’s obvious. She wants me to lose control. She wants me sunk inside her little, virgin hole.
I don’t move, though the closer she gets, the harder my cock aches to come, so I attempt tiny little pumps in the dark as she makes her way around the bed.
I need to stop. I need to stay composed. I need to—
She lifts the blankets and slides in beside me!
What the fuck?
Her soft, little body. The sweet smell of ginger on her skin. Her smooth, dark hair falling against my shoulder as she snuggles in closer.
Dear fucking Lord, help me now. Help me control myself. Help me stop this fucking train before it wrecks at the damn station.
I know I shouldn’t pump. If I pump, she’s going to know I’m awake. There’s no way she won’t feel the sheet lifting up and down, but my hand moves before my brain stops me. Before I know what’s happening, I’m back to jerking my cock as I feel the warmth of her body next to mine.
I think I’m being subtle until she lifts the sheet and the moonlight filtering in through the shades lays a spotlight on my filthy, dirty sins.
“You’re huge!” She swallows so hard that I hear the lump traveling down her throat. “What are you doing?”
“I’m trying not to ruin you.”
“Oh yeah? What if I want to be ruined?”
“You don’t. Trust me. I’m not a good person, princess. I’ll,” I blow out a breath and try to stop pumping but my cock is eager and desperate, “I’ll snap. I hurt people.”
“You hurt people for hurting people you love. That doesn’t make you a bad person.” Her breath is warm on my arm as she talks, her soft gaze holding steady with mine as the tip of her finger draws slow lines, tracing the ink on my arm.
She’s going to be the fucking death of me.
“You’re still so innocent. You can’t see my darkness yet.”
“I’m not afraid of the dark, Archer. I came in here to be closer to it.”
Holy hell.
I stroke myself harder as she watches, her small, soft hand still on my arm, gently tracing lines, and I know now there’s no escaping what my body is asking for. She’s climbed into the darkness, and now I’m going to feed her my secrets. “Get on your knees for me, sweet girl.”
She lifts herself slowly and without a word as I bark out more sick, perverted demands.
“Good girl. Now lean in and breathe on my cock. Just your breath. I only want your breath. Don’t put your mouth on me.
” The words alone send my dick into a raging desperation that nearly propels me onto her tight, little body like a weak, fucking piece of shit.
Leaning forward, ass up toward my face, she hovers over my cock as I jerk, her warm breath sending shivers through me.
Barely a second has passed, and she’s already begging. “It’s so big and thick. I want to suck it. Can I suck it?”
Lord almighty! I’d love her soft lips on my dick, sucking me dry, but fuck knows that can’t happen. Not under any circumstances.
“Just breathe. Breathe and moan for me.”
I beat my cock as she leans forward. The sensation of her warm breath, and the sound of her soft sighs… I’m delirious. She’s so perfect. Every sound, every movement.
Her swollen pussy shifts as she thrusts forward, moving her body with the motion of my hand as I jerk harder and faster.
I’m going to hell.
I’m going to hell for looking at this tight, little angel. I’m going to hell for demanding such filth from this innocent woman. I’m going to hell for thinking about sinking between her creamy, young thighs.
Her tits sway back and forth as she lowers the heat of her mouth around the tip of my cock and I lose control.
Fuck!
Jesus Christ! It’s wet! She’s wet! Her wet, hot mouth is on my hard cock!
She lowers her head slowly and takes me in as deep as her tight throat can handle.
“Fuck,” I growl low, threading my fingers into her long hair as she lowers her mouth down my cock, spinning her tongue in slow circles around the head.
I should tell her to lift up. I should tell her to stop. This wasn’t supposed to go this far. She was just breathing on me. She was just breathing on me, and I was just going to beat myself off to the warmth of her soft, little moans.
Trouble is… stopping is no longer an option.
I’m unlocked, unleashed, an animal without a cage. My free hand squeezes her ass and slides onto her soft, trembling pussy, palming over the silken skin as I growl out.
“Right there, sweet girl. You’re so good with my cock.”
She moans softly as she wraps her tiny little fist around me, pumping slowly as she sucks and licks with an inexperienced touch that somehow makes the whole thing hotter.
Without thought, I slide two fingers inside of her sopping, little pussy, threading past her swollen clit and into her tightness. She moans and leans back into me, twisting her hips as she works my cock.
“Fuck! I’m going to fill your throat with come if you don’t pull off right now.” I thrust into her further as I ride the edge of an orgasm.
She whines louder and goes deeper like the hungry, little brat she is.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
I can’t get enough of her warm, little mouth on my cock, her soft, little pussy on my hand, her guttural, aching moans as she thrusts back into me, trying to stay focused on my dick though I can tell how difficult it is given how deep my fingers are inside of her.
She moans on my hard cock and leans back a final time, twisting her hips, her ass bouncing against my arm. “Oh God!” That’s when I feel her pussy tighten, and she lets out a muffled cry around my cock that sends vibrations rushing through me.
It takes the last of my reserve. I come as her tight, little pussy locks my fingers in place and her muffled moans throw heat around my desperate cock.
It’s euphoric! Every fucking bit of it!
Her hot mouth. Her sweet sounds. My fingers pressing into her soft, virgin pussy. I want more. I want her on my face, on my cock, beneath me, on top of me, all over me.
I’m barely off the high when she slurps off my cock and sits up, staring at me before swallowing my come down her pure, tight, little throat.
Watching her swallow me has me hungry to taste her, so I pull from within her firm pussy and lick my fingers clean, savoring her salty-sweet goodness before she collapses on top of me.
Her nude body. Her bare breasts. Her sopping wet, little pussy.
She’s too fucking young. I shouldn’t have done this.
She shouldn’t be in my bed. I shouldn’t have touched her.
I shouldn’t have taken this so far, but she’s here now, and I can’t help but hold her close.
I can’t help but wrap my arms around her and tickle her back slowly until she falls asleep in my arms. I can’t help but wonder what life would look like if she stayed here with me while I protected her from the world and everyone in it.
It sounds like perfection. Marin and I in this little cabin, starting a family of our own… until my phone buzzes on the bedside table.
It’s my daughter.
It’s my daughter and the cold snap of reality I’m not ready to accept.