Chapter Nine
Reid
T his can’t happen.
Not outside my sick fantasies.
And yet my stupid ass is urging her to dry hump the hell out of me. Each time she rubs against me, I swear I’m going to come right then.
I need to slow this down.
You need to stop it, idiot!
My palms slide to her ass, and I squeeze her cheeks.
She whimpers but keeps riding me over my clothes.
I’m lost in the feel of her. Unable to stop the feral need coursing through me, I reach up to grab her dainty neck.
I tighten my grip and force her pretty lips to mine.
Ragged breaths fight for passage in her throat.
Doesn’t she feel the darkness inside me, bubbling to the surface?
Why isn’t she running?
She leans into my crushing grip and nips at my bottom lip.
Something normal and sane inside of me vanishes with a snap of fingers.
I claw at the strap of her cami, ripping it down over her shoulder.
A perky tit falls out, just begging for attention.
She grunts when I grab hold of her breast. The whole thing fits in the palm of my hand.
We both shudder when my thumb brushes over her nipple.
“We need to stop, baby.”
She shakes her head. “No.”
Frustration builds inside me. I need for her to be the stronger person right now. I’m lost to this blinding lust for her. I want to strip her naked and fucking claim her on this couch.
“Please,” I beg, slightly twisting her nipple between my finger and thumb. “I’m going to hurt you. I love you too much for that.”
She whimpers at my words. “Don’t stop.”
I can’t if she keeps begging me. Holy shit.
“You wouldn’t want this,” I murmur, “if you knew what kind of sicko I was.”
“Don’t care.”
I smack her ass hard, and she jolts. “You should.”
“But I don’t.”
“Want to know why your bedding was changed?”
She pulls back and frowns at me. “Not really.”
Her tit jiggles in my face and like the fool I am, I can’t help but suck her nipple into my mouth. When I bite the sensitive bud, she cries out. I soothe away the hurt with my tongue until she’s begging me to do the other side.
Wait.
We can’t.
Focus.
“I used your dirty panties to hold your vibrator against my dick,” I hiss out before sucking so hard on the inside of her breast, she’ll no doubt have a bruise. “I fucked it against the mattress wishing it were you.”
She moans as if this turns her on.
Fuck.
Where’s the disgust?
“You can do it for real,” she purrs. “Right here.”
“No.”
She tears away her camisole, leaving her naked from the top up. “See. It’s not that hard, Reid.”
“That’s enough, baby.” When she sits up on her knees and starts pushing her shorts down, I grab her wrists. “I said no.”
We struggle but she’s tiny in comparison to me. I’m able to wrench her arms behind her, but unable to keep from inhaling her sweet scent that clings to her naked torso.
“Fuck me,” she hisses.
“No.”
“Why the hell not?”
“Because I want to make damn sure that’s what you want before it happens. ”
We need more time to think this through before jumping all in.
“Give me something ,” she whines.
A filthy, but safe idea enters my mind. I twist her in my arms and then push her face down onto the sofa. She whimpers when I jerk her shorts off. I leave on the panties because my stupid ass needs something in between us.
“Reid,” she begs, wriggling her ass. “Please.”
I shove down my own shorts and boxers, letting my cock fall heavily out.
Droplets of pre-cum dot her lower back. After rubbing my fingers through it, I crawl on top of her.
She shudders when my cock presses along the crack of her ass.
My lips find the side of her neck and I suck on the sweet and salty flesh.
“I want your fingers touching that perfect pussy,” I growl as I grind against her ass. “Make yourself come.”
She obeys me like a good fucking girl which only dizzies me more. Maybe fucking her isn’t a bad idea.
No.
Stay focused.
I jerk her panties aside—so much for that barrier—and grind against her bare ass crack. I’d bet all my assets that her pussy is slick with need. It would be so easy to push inside her young cunt. So fucking easy.
“Who was your first?” I ask, rutting hard against her.
“You will be.”
Don’t do it, man.
I sink my teeth into her shoulder, just enough to make her whimper, and grind against her to keep from taking her virginity so ruthlessly.
This is twisted and fucked up and not at all nice.
My sweet girl deserves princess treatment.
Not whatever the hell this crazy shit is.
She cries out and her body starts to shudder.
It’s enough to send me over the edge. I rasp out a growl before cum shoots out of me.
It runs along her ass crack making it slippery.
Feels a helluva lot better all slicked up.
With each spurt that gushes out, I think of a million other filthy ways to take this girl.
We both eventually quit shaking. I’m crushing her with my weight, but she doesn’t seem to mind. I only allow myself a few more seconds before sitting up. Her ass is covered in my cum. It’s the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
“That was close,” I murmur, rubbing my middle finger up and down her crack. “So fucking close.”
“It was a tease,” she grumbles. “We both know that wasn’t enough. I wanted you inside me.”
I stare at my cum-slicked fingers and then slip them to her pussy. She cries out in shock and then moans when I push a finger into her body. “There. Better?”
One finger.
Just one fucking finger inside her and her body is at its limit.
What happens when it’s my fat cock ?
“Are you on the pill, baby?” I murmur as I slowly tease her insides.
“No. Mom doesn’t have health insurance.”
Feeling like an idiot, I pull my finger from inside her. “This is why we need to talk more before this happens.”
“So, it’s definitely happening?”
I smack her cute ass. “I think you know the answer.”
“Do I need to go to the doctor first?”
Her innocence makes my dick hard as fuck. Again. Unreal. “I haven’t had sex in months and had a recent checkup. I’m negative.”
“Oh. I didn’t think about all this stuff. I just want to be with you.”
“And I’m a bastard for not going slow.” I pull away from her and yank my shorts up. Then, I turn her over and scoop her into my arms. She’s red-faced and her hair’s a mess. Clothes are askew and half hanging off. So fucking hot.
“I told you, you don’t have to. I like this feral side of you.”
I carry her up the stairs and then turn into the bathroom. “We both need to cool off. Shower and clean your pussy. I had cum on my fingers when I stuck one inside you. Understand?”
She nods, chewing on her bottom lip. “Are you going to shower with me?”
I set her to her feet and give her a sharp shake of my head. “No. I don’t trust myself.”
“I trust you. ”
Capturing her jaw in my grip, I kiss her sweet mouth. Damn her for being so pretty and sweet and fucking perfect. I’m going crazy for her.
“Then do this for me,” I murmur as I reach past her to turn on the shower. “Be good for me and shower. Alone. Then, go to bed. We can discuss this tomorrow.”
“I want to sleep with you.”
“Not tonight.” I grab her cami that’s around her stomach and shove it down over her hips. “Tonight, we sleep alone.”
She allows me to fully undress her, but she’s not happy about my instructions. I turn her around and point her toward the shower. She scowls over her shoulder at me.
I smack her ass hard enough it echoes in the bathroom. The sweet girl moans. It’s right then I know we’re a terrible combination. Every damn woman I’ve gone to bed with, including my ex-wife, have been turned off by this side of me. So much so, I buried it long ago.
And now, Emma freed the beast.
How do I cage him again?
I’m not sure that I can.
With another smack to her ass, I escape the bathroom and bolt for my room.
Maybe I’ll know how to handle this tomorrow.
Instead of finding reasons to tell her why this is a bad idea, my brain comes up with the filthiest fantasies.
I’m losing this battle.
“You running today, Em?”
She bolts upright in her bed and blinks away her sleep. “Yep.”
“Meet us downstairs in five…” Baby. It’s on the tip of my tongue. Thankfully, I reel it in before it slips out.
Once outside, I stretch with Cole, unable to meet his stare.
“You okay, man?” he asks, an eyebrow hiked up in question. “Savvy said you broke up with your woman?”
I groan at his words. “Really? How did she know?”
“Brayden told her. You know they’re best friends.” He shrugs. “Can’t say I’m not happy as fuck about it. Amara really wasn’t good to you.”
Jerking my head toward my front door, I sigh in relief that Emma didn’t hear that shit. It’s her mom. The last thing she needs to hear is that everyone hates her mother.
“What about Emma?” he asks, frowning. “Is she moving out too?”
“No,” I snap, a flare of anger surging through me. “She’s staying with me.”
Cole’s eyes widen. I’ve never once spoken to him that way before. Fuck. Emma unleashed this monster. I don’t know how to get him to calm the hell down now.
“Sorry,” I rush out, forcing my shoulders to lose their tension. “I just didn’t sleep well last night. ”
That’s what happens when you spend all night waking up to fuck your hand.
Unbelievable.
Emma pokes her head out of the door and gives me a shy smile. I can’t help but grin back. Of course, she looks hotter than ever in her yoga pants and form fitting jacket. I’m curious if there’s anything underneath. If Cole wasn’t here, I’d be tempted to unzip her top to see.
Thank fuck he’s here.
“Let’s roll out,” Cole says, pointing to the road.
He takes off without us and we fall in step behind him. She runs so close to me, our arms brush against each other. We share a small smile.
As much as I hate myself for crossing the line with her, I’m also elated. I haven’t felt this pumped up since…well, never. It’s like Emma has lit a fire beneath me and I’m burning now. It’s an inferno that’s out of control. I’m going to consume her in the process.
Cole has jogged far ahead of us. Maybe we’re just going slower than normal because we keep checking each other out. But, when I sense he’s far enough away, I give her cute ass a smack.
“Ow,” she huffs, grinning at me.
“That’s your punishment for wearing this sexy shit in front of me.”
“Is it a bad time to tell you I have nothing on under this jacket?”
I fucking knew it.
I stumble over my feet, no longer focused on the sidewalk but her tits, and barely correct myself before smacking face first. She cackles with laughter, and it sings to my soul.
Is this the joy you’re supposed to feel like with someone you love?
How have I gone my entire life and not felt this way before?
Cole turns at the end of the street, and I grab onto Emma to stop her. She shoots me a confused look. I crash my lips to hers and kiss the breath from her lungs.
When I pull away, she murmurs, “What was that for?”
“Because,” I say, pecking her lips one more time. “You’re too pretty not to be appreciated this morning.”
She flashes me a brilliant, teasing smile. “Want to head back home?”
I smack her ass. “Nice try. You’re not getting out of your run. Get going, little girl. If you run too slow, I’m going to smack your sexy ass.”
The girl is making me insane because she runs a lot slower than I know she’s capable of.
We get a dozen more slaps in before we catch back up to Cole.
This is dangerous.
But oh, so fucking wonderful too.