Chapter 4
Ryder
I let her walk in front of me on purpose. This way, I can enjoy the gentle sway of her hips and the way her ass rounds into two firm globes when she bends down to slide those leggings off her legs.
Her shirt comes off next, leaving her standing bare in front of my bed. She looks at me shyly, obviously waiting for my instructions. My dick is so hard it hurts. “I want you on your back.”
She climbs on the bed, giving me a magnificent view of her already glistening pussy before lying down just as I instructed. She stays still but watches me like a hawk while I take my own clothes off and get on the bed to climb on top of her.
Hovering inches above her body, I lower my head, taking one of her nipples into my mouth and suck.
I can feel the pink peak hardening with my touch as she slightly arches her back, pushing her tits closer in my face.
It’s so subtle, I don’t think she even knows she is doing it.
I tease her breast until she is squirming under me, unable to stay still, even though I know she is trying, then I give the other side equal attention.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her hand come up as if she is about to grab my shoulder.
It stays twitching in the air for a moment, as if she is trying to figure out if she is allowed to touch me.
Then, she lets her arm fall next to us, clutching onto the sheets instead.
I don’t know how I feel about her touching me. Especially if this is what she wants.
I’m torn between wanting to torture her and wanting to fuck her senseless, but I want my girls to want me. I want to feel them come while I fuck them. I want to hear their moans and pleas.
When I’m tired of sucking her tits, I sit up.
Grabbing her legs, I pull them up over mine, so I can watch myself as I bury my cock into her warm hole.
Fuck, she feels like heaven. I look down at her face, watching every little expression.
She looks uncomfortable, but her pussy is drenched.
I know she wants this, at least on some level, but she is too much in her head to admit it even to herself.
I keep fucking her like this for a few minutes, thrusting into her with slow but deep strokes. Waiting for her to relax, to moan and pant with need, but she just lies there with her eyes squeezed shut. Her body is stiff, almost like she is fighting with herself, trying not to move or make a sound.
She was like this yesterday when I ate her out, but once I started fucking her, she snapped out of it.
I know she fucking came. I felt her pussy clamping down on my cock, and I heard the moans slipping from her mouth.
I wonder what is different now because I don’t like this. It’s like fucking a board.
“Tell me how you want me to fuck you,” I demand.
She doesn’t open her eyes or answer, but I can see her throat move like she is swallowing heavily. I grab her hips and slam into her hard.
“Tell me!” I repeat, and her eyes fly open.
“I-I don’t know… I don’t know what you mean.” She looks at me, confused. “This is fine. I don’t want you to… you know… put it in my ass.”
I can’t help but grin like the asshole I am. “I think you would like it.” She stiffens even more at my words, so I ease her mind. “Okay, no anal. So, fucking relax.”
She relaxes a bit, but not as much as I want her to.
Maybe it’s this position. I lower myself back down, so I’m stretched out on top of her, resting my head next to hers on the pillow.
I feel her body soften almost immediately.
Her tight muscles relax, and her thighs fall apart a few inches more. Ah, this is better.
I push all the way back in, hitting the end of her channel. She feels so good like this; I can’t hold back. Sliding my arm under her back, I hold her in place as I pound into her harshly, losing myself in her depths.
Just like last time I fucked her like this, she lets go and stops overthinking it.
Her small hands clutch onto my arms, and her legs come around, trying to keep me close.
She moans softly under me when I feel her inner muscles clench around my dick.
Her nails digging into my skin, and her entire body tightening, drives me over the edge with her.
I nestle my face into the crook of her neck and breathe her in while I come deep inside of her.
I let most of my weight rest on top of her as I try to regain control over my breathing. She seems to be content with me on top of her like this since her hands are still on my arms with a loosened grip.
When the blood has drained back from my cock into my brain, I get up. As soon as I pull out of her, I realize that I didn’t use a condom again. Shit.
Noticing my expression, she says, “I think I’m okay, since I took that pill only a few hours ago, but we can’t keep doing this.”
My head nods in agreement, but my dick is already protesting. She just feels so good bare, and the thought of me being the only one who’s been inside of her is a huge turn on. She gets up and walks past me into the bathroom. Putting my sweatpants and T-shirt back on, I take Mojo for a walk.
When I get back, Penny is cleaning up in the kitchen, washing the dishes, and putting the leftovers away. Feeling generous today, I grab an extra pillow from the closet and leave it on the couch. The blanket I used to cover her with this morning is neatly folded on the armrest.
Two good deeds in one day, I’m basically a saint.
“I’ll be gone all day tomorrow. I need you to let Mojo out every few hours.”
She drops a plate in the sink, splashing water all over herself and the counter. “The dog?”
“No, the seven-foot alpaca,” I retort. “Of course, the dog. You don’t have to walk him, just open the back door. He’ll go do his business and then come right back in.”
“Okay,” she says, sounding unsure.
I almost tell her I’ll be leaving ass crack early in the morning and that I am going to bed now, but then I remember I don’t owe her any explanations. With Mojo on my heels, I head into my bedroom and collapse on my bed.
When I get up, it’s still completely dark outside. I get dressed, let Mojo out and feed him. Penny, wrapped in her blanket like a burrito, doesn’t even stir on the couch. Her lips are slightly parted, and her face is relaxed, making her look a few years younger.
She looks more like the girl I used to know now—like the Penny, who treated me as if I was nothing more than an annoyance.
Knocking on the doorframe, I take a step into her room.
“I didn’t say you could come in,” Penny scoffs at me.
“The door was open,” I quip, and she rolls her eyes at me.
“What do you want, Ryder?”she asks with a perpetual condescending tone lacing her voice.
“Do you have an extra pencil or sharpener I can use?
She pushes her glasses up her nose before lifting her chin. “No, I don’t.”
“There are some right there.” I point at her desk, where I see an entire cup with sharpened pencils peeking out.
“I didn’t say that I don’t have any. You asked if I have some you can use… and I don’t. I don’t want you using my stuff. It’s enough that I have to share this house with you. Besides, does anyone even check homework at the school you’re going to?”
Ignoring her snarky comment, I walk to her desk and snatch one of the pencils.
“Hey!” She tries to stop me from leaving the room, but I just keep walking. “I’ll make you regret ever coming here! I hate you!” she sneers and pushes at my back. I guess she decided since she can’t stop me, she might as well help me move faster.
“Thanks, little owl.” Shaking my head, I head back to my room.
She bothers me, but I’ll gladly put up with her tantrums as long as I can stay here.
This is the first foster home I’ve actually liked.
The first one I’ve felt safe. I’ll do anything to be a part of this family, even if it means getting yelled at by Penny.
Little did I know she would succeed in getting rid of me.
The memory feels like a different life, but it still brings back the familiar feelings of hate and frustration, though the emotions are dulled down now.
I originally took her for revenge, I wanted to see her suffer.
Although I still want to make her pay in more than one way, I actually like having her here.
The thought bothers me, but I can’t help feeling this way.
Having pussy available twenty-four-seven is amazing.
Being able to do what I want to her and knowing I’m the only one she’s ever had inside of her is the icing on the cake.
She is much more tolerable now than she was five years ago. Maybe I’ll send her ex a fruit basket.
This is not a bad deal for me. My house looks nice, dinner was superb, and the sex is, well, the best I’ve ever had… and I’ve had a lot. In the back of my mind, I’m already thinking about some lie I can come up with to keep her here longer.
I drive the truck to the club where Shawn and Tucker are already waiting for me.
It’s a two-hour drive to the meeting point, and I’m less than pleased about having to spend four hours in this soccer mom van.
Maddox is right, though; this is the most inconspicuous vehicle we could find.
Guns are already packed in the back, and as soon as I get there, we pile into the car and hit the road.
I want to get this over with and get home.
To be honest, I really didn’t want to come today, but I can’t let these two knuckleheads go alone and fuck this up.
“Maddox was pretty pissed at you the other night, what did you do?” Tucker asks.
“I let that chick go who owed us money,” I answer, hoping that his questions end here. Of course, they don’t.
“That was a fine piece of ass, I wouldn’t have minded letting her work that cash off. Why did you let her go so fast? You could have at least given her around one time.” My molars grind together at his words.
“First, I do what the fuck I want. Second, she is working her debt off… with me.”
“So, wait, you didn’t let her go?”
“I did, but then picked her up from the side of the road when I left. I took her home, fucked her again, and decided that she is a decent enough lay to keep around. I’m forgiving her two hundred for every day she plays my little sex slave until she pays off the five grand.”
“How do you know she won’t just disappear before she pays up?”
“I’m keeping her at my place. She has nowhere else to go. Plus, Mojo is watching her.”
They both burst out laughing.
“You have an in-house hooker?” Shawn asks, and again, I don’t like hearing him calling her that.
Swallowing that feeling down, I answer, covering my annoyance with a playful tone, “Pretty much. I’m not going to lie, it is pretty fucking amazing. Sex, however, and whenever you want.”
“Fuck, I need to get one of those,” Tucker exclaims, and when I look over to him, I can see the gleam in his eyes.
He is thinking about all the things he could get away with having a girl at his disposal like that.
The thought of having complete control over another person has him grinning darkly.
Only one thing is running through my head as I watch him.
You can’t have Penny. She is mine.