Davis
Idry her carefully after her bath, caressing every inch with the tattered towels that have been up here for years. She’s so fucking beautiful I hardly feel worthy. But here we fucking are.
I carry her, newlywed-style, from the bathroom back to the bed and lay her down to rest. The fire is stoked to keep it balmy in here so she can parade around naked and not be cold.
Her pretty Money blue eyes are heavy with sleep, her delicate cheeks pinked with the warmth of the water.
In my chest, I’m feeling feelings I’ve never felt for a woman.
The desire to protect her. The desire to keep her safe.
The desire—nah, the fucking need—to take her apart so that in I can put her back together with something we created together growing inside her.
I make sure she’s safe and warm in the bed, bundled up in blankets, hair damp and curled. Then I drag myself away from her and step outside. The cold morning air stings my face and I crack my neck side to side. Fuck. Fuck.
Now that I’m away from her, I can take a step back from the last handful of hours. And the seriousness of what just happened makes itself crystal fucking clear.
What the fuck am I doing? What the fuck was that?
It was like she fucking mesmerized me. Bewitched me. But all that shit about impurity, that’s not the reason. Actually, it’s the opposite. It’s her purity, her innocence, her beauty that drew me to her.
But I’m a grown-ass motherfucker. I need nobody and nothing except myself and to take care of my obligations. Then I set eyes on her, and her fucking curves and dimples and red satin dress and I’m ass pussy whipped as a teenager.
I fucked her raw. Several times. It was fucking amazing.
Whump goes my fist against the trunk of the rotten old ash, sending bark flying.
The sting of the impact does nothing to cut through the way I want her. I still smell her cunt on me, her musk, her youth.
I stomp off through the woods, to the pond that eddies by the river. I pick up a handful of stones and skip them across the surface of the water. Because seriously. Fucking seriously. What am I doing?
I’ve got shit to take care of, and huge responsibilities.
But when she finds out who I really am? And what I’ve done? This sweet babydoll will be gone.
And, if it’s not enough to find out about the lives that ended by my hands?
When she sees my life and runs the other direction? I’ve made a few attempts in my life to do the ‘normal’ thing and date. Fucking mess. Cheating. Check.
Ghosting me after an introduction to my brother?
Check.
Check.
That happened twice. That was enough. Waste of fucking time and now? I’ve fucked this little girl bareback and what if she decides to bolt when she figures out, I’ve already got a full house of obligations that I’ll never abandon.
Shit.
I exhale toward the blue sky. Clouds roll in, white and fluffy telling me the storm that was supposed to come through must have moved south.
I toss the last of the stones and head back.
My mind is full of her, fucking swimming in her.
Last night, it was like we were the only two people left in the world.
Adam and Eve and sin itself and nothing else existed but us.
The way her pussy tightened around me. The way her blood flooded over my balls.
The way I want to nut inside her until she’s bulging with me, tits swollen and milky.
Fucking Christ. So right, but so fucking wrong.
When I get inside she’s not in the bed and my heart lodges in my throat until I see the bathroom door closed.
She comes out wearing one of my sweatshirts, that she must’ve found in the closet.
Camo print, way too big for her. The bottom falls right at the place where her beautiful thighs meet. Revealing nothing and yet everything.
Fuck, she looks amazing. And looks surprised to see me. In her sleepiness, without makeup, in my baggy hoodie, I can see how fucking young she really is. My core tightens with the fucking wrongness of it. But my dick fucking aches to feel her again.
“Do you want to leave?” I ask her.
She rubs her eyes, blinking away sleep. “Yes, I mean… no.”
I narrow my eyes at her. “Don’t play games with me, little girl.”
She nibbles her lip as she looks at me. Christ. Maybe she is some kind of fucking temptress after all. “I mean, I don’t know what you’re asking.”
It’s not rocket science. I’ll chalk it up to being a little slow after all the orgasms and cherry popping pain. “Tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen.”
I can tell she’s not used to being asked what she wants.
But she better get used to it quick. “I mean, I think I’m bad somehow, rotten in my core.
I’m here to…be humbled. Or, reborn maybe into something less…
wrong.” She presses her sweet, perfectly manicured hand with its short red nails to her chest, helping me see the curve of her tits through my sweatshirt.
Her nipples are tight. Of course they fucking are.
“It seems better if I’m away from everybody. Doesn’t it?”
She’s preaching to the fucking choir now. That’s my MO, protecting the world from me. And that means protecting her, too.
But fuck. The way I want her, it makes me feel completely out of control. Totally off the goddamned rails.
The last time I felt this way, it wasn’t with lust. It was with anger. It’s a long fucking story that can be boiled down into just a few simple elements. My abusive dad. Self-defense. And my brother getting hurt for life in the process.
I thought I’d put that monster away until six weeks ago. If she knew that, she’d run for sure.
“You’re not dangerous, little girl. You’re just fucking gorgeous is all.”
She doesn’t get shy, doesn’t blush or look away. “But isn’t that the same thing?” The way she says it, it’s a genuine question. No games now.
Yeah, she’s got a lot to learn. “You can’t stay up here, baby. You can’t hide from the world just because of what someone else has told you about yourself.”
She twirls a lock of her hair thoughtfully around one finger and then sinks down across from me against the rough wall, tucking her knees into the baggy sweatshirt, folding herself into a little ball.
“All my life I’ve been told I’m impure. Filthy.
A sin. The Devil has me, blah blah blah.
But last night,” her breath catches. “Last night, you took all that from me. And now, that’s all gone. The worst thing happened.”
Great. “Not exactly how I would have described last night. But thanks.”
Her eyes widen and she reaches out for me, placing her fingers on my forearm. A gentle touch, a loving one. It’s been so fucking long since anybody has touched me that way. If anybody ever has.
“I don’t mean we were the worst thing. I mean, I’ve been told and told and told that what happened last night, with us, that…
that was the thing I was supposed to fear.
But it wasn’t anything to be afraid of. It was actually,” she looks up at the ceiling and smiles a little, sighing, “It was so amazing.”
The way she says it, it’s like her head is full of romance.
Softness and warmth. But as far as I’m concerned, I primal-fucked her virginity out of her.
And she deserves way better than that. But there’s something nice about her not knowing that.
There’s something so sweet about her gratitude for me pumping a load inside her to claim her.
Makes me wonder how her gratitude would look on her if I really fucked her like she deserves.
She scoots closer to me now, and that thing is happening again. The closer she gets, the more I lose my resolve. “Baby girl. Watch yourself.”
She stops immediately. But her pupils are dilated, her cheeks flushed. “I like that. Baby girl. I like that a lot.”
Goddamn it, I want her. It’s a primal urge. A base need. Her. Me. My cock deep inside her. The simplest thing of all.
And yet. And fucking yet.
She doesn’t know me. Not really. And when she finds out the things I’ve done she’ll probably run a mile.
And I’ll chase her down because I can’t live without her, and she can cry and plead to be let go but it won’t fucking happen.
I truly am a monster. I should be feeling guilty right now about being away from home, away from my brother for so long, but I’m not. He’s safe, someone is with him.
All I can think about is her.
There’s so much I want to teach her. So much I need to show her. There’s not a chance I’m going to be able to resist her. I’ve been inside her. She belongs to me. The walls of her virgin pussy imprinted on my cock. It’s simple now.
The only thing to do now is make sure she never forgets who owns her sexy little self. “You think I absolved you of your sin last night, Little Red. But just you wait. Now get up on your knees and come right here.”
She does as she’s told, no lip or sass. Too innocent to be a brat. Her bare knees peek out from the hem of my hoodie. She’s close, but not close enough, so I curve my finger to tell her closer, closer.
When she’s close enough that I can feel her sweet breath on my skin, I come up on one knee, crouching in front of her. Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I hook the Y of my hand right at the edge of her jaw, drawing her neck up, keeping her spine straight and restricted.
Then with my other hand, I slip my fingers into the dark space between her legs. She’s already gushing wet, and my rough fingers part her soft moist folds. She shudders out a breath, and I draw her chin up a little further to keep her in traction. To keep her from squirming away.
I roll her swollen little nub between my fingers and she lets out a whimper. Her eyes flutter shut but I tighten my grip on her throat to keep her attention. “Eyes open, baby girl. If you break eye contact, I stop. You get that.”
She opens her eyes and swallows hard, nodding. “Yes.”
I nod down at her, feeling my balls fucking bursting with cum again. “Put your hands on your thighs, palms down. Don’t you dare move them.”
She does as she’s told, exactly as she’s told. I dip into her little fuck hole with my middle finger and it makes her shiver. “O-okay.”
“Last night, you think I took your sins from you, huh?” I change my rhythm, drawing her inner labia up against her clit, feeling her heartbeat against her tender flesh, then circling back down into her cunt.
“Yes,” she whispers, eyes fluttering. “It felt like you did. It felt like you made me pure again.”
The way her lips pucker on pure makes my cock twitch. “You’re not pure, baby. Not yet. But you will be.”
She rocks back slightly with pleasure. From where I’m crouched, I can see her toes curl. I circle back around her clit, applying pressure now on both sides with my fingers, kneading it out toward me, engorging it with blood.
“Oh my god.” Her cheeks flush even redder now, and the blush spills down onto her throat. “But how, how will you make me pure?”
I shiver at the way her accent twists the word ‘pure’, almost like it has a Y in there somewhere.
Orgasm by orgasm, baby. Drip by drip. “Every time you come for me, I’m going to make you a little more pure. That understood?”
“Yeah,” she whimpers. “I think so.”
Now with two fingers I dip inside her, keeping my thumb on her clit. I feel her thighs tremble, clenching tight against the intrusion. She’s sore I’m sure, so I keep it slow and steady. “I know so. You trust me? You trust me to make you pure.”
“Yes. Yes, Davis. I do.”
“Beg me, baby girl. Beg me to take the Devil out of you.”
She lifts her hand, instinctively trying to grab for my forearm.
I flash my eyes at her. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
She flattens her palm on her thigh again, and her eyes fill with a sheen of tears. “I want to touch you. I want to be close to you.”
“Give me that fucking cum, sweet girl. And then you can be close.”
Her body rolls with the pleasure that I’m giving her. “Oh my god. Please, please. Please take the Devil from me. Pleeeeeeease,” she sobs, tears spilling down her milky cheeks.
“Come for me, angel,” I growl, sweet words muttered like a curse. “Fucking come for me.”
I intensify the contact on her clit, using the back of one knuckle now to force it from her.
More tears, more fight. “Please, Davis. Please. I need to… I want you to…”
I lean in close now, stubble to her sweet cheek. “Shut the fuck up and come for me, you little sinner.”
Her pussy bears down on me as she registers the words. “I’m gonna…”
I’ve got her exactly where I want her and she’s never getting away. “Come for me right now, baby girl. Right. The. Fuck. Now.”
Her body lets go before her mind knows it. I feel it before she does. She’s coming already as she’s saying, “Please. Please. Please. Make me right. Make me good. Make me pure.”
Her thighs tighten even harder on my hand, making it harder for me to finish her right, but I know that I’ve got more strength in my right hand than she’s got in her whole body.
She comes in a wave of whimpers and tears.
Never breaking eye contact, never looking away.
As she’s coming, I’m giving her what she needs—all the fucking praise and love she’s been missing all her life.
“There you go, baby. Such a good fucking girl,” I growl at her as I keep working her pussy hard and fast. “Such a good little angel. Such an innocent sweet thing. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere. Just give it all to me.”
She surrenders with her whole body, her whole soul. Her cries of pleasure fill the little cabin, and for one fucking second, I think of what she’ll sound like when she cries out in a very different kind of pain. When she’s bringing my fucking baby into this world.
Fuck. Holy fuck. I can’t believe that’s where my mind is.
But as I hold her close, wrapping my arms around her, lips against her forehead, keeping her safe and warm, I realize. Fuck yeah. Yeah, I can. Because that’s exactly where these feelings are headed.
Her and me. Forever.
I wrap her up and I keep her close. I smooth her hair. All this talk of her being impure, her being bad, her having the Devil inside her, it’s fucking crazy to me. She’s as pure a thing as I’ve ever been near.
Holding her to me, it centers me. It makes this clear and plain. If she’s the light, then I’m the dark. But for the first time in all my life, I don’t want to hide. Yeah, I still fucking hate myself for what I’ve done and who I am. But I want to be better. Now. For her.
“How about I make you some breakfast, Little Red. And then there’s someone I need you to meet.”