Chapter Eleven
Reid
I can’t think straight.
Every nerve ending in my body is alive and on fire.
Fuck, I can hardly move.
She feels that damn good. Like if I move too quickly, it’ll all be over in one embarrassing eruption. I’ve never hated being so well endowed than in this moment. Hurting her unintentionally because of my size isn’t erotic or sexy to me. I’m scared to fucking death right now.
“I’m okay,” she murmurs, body shuddering. “You can move.”
I buck my hips, and she whimpers. Still hurts. But my brave girl digs her heels into my ass, urging me to continue despite her discomfort.
“Let me make you come again.” I slide a hand between us, needing to help her feel good in this moment. “ I love your little clit, baby. It’s hot to the touch and pulsates so greedily.”
She trembles beneath me, fingernails digging into my shoulders. “It’s too much. Oh my—”
I cut off her words with a deep kiss. Her clit is overstimulated, but she needs this. She’s still new at having sex and thinks she knows what’s too much. This isn’t it. I plan to take her further than she’s ever thought possible with my fingers, tongue, and cock.
My sweet girl is addictive as fuck.
Each time I thrust my hips, she moans hoarsely. Her pussy clenches around me like a hot, slippery fist trying to crush me. I’m dizzied with each in and out movement.
I’ve never felt so raw and alive and overcome with pleasure in all my life.
“That’s it, baby, come all over my cock.”
That’ll be my signal to pull out. I have to pull out. No condom or birth control. I’m too old to be making babies.
“Oh God, Reid, ahhh!”
She spasms under me and her pussy strangles me. It feels so fucking good, I want to chain the beast up inside her and camp out for a few days.
Pull out, pull out, pull out.
My nuts tighten and I know I need to do it. Coming all over her taut stomach will be hot. I liked seeing my cum all over her last night .
But I bet it’s hotter to see it running out of her red, abused pussy.
Filling her up with my cum is dangerous because it means making her permanently mine.
“Fuck,” I curse as pleasure consumes me. I start to pull back but then her pussy sucks me back inside of her. My cock throbs out my release. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. That feels good, yeah?”
“Yessss.”
There’s no turning back from claiming her in such a feral, animalistic way.
Sensible Reid has left the building.
Even after I drain the last drop out of me, I can’t bring myself to pull out. I keep this sweet, young, innocent thing plugged up. My cum stays inside her where it belongs.
I relax against her, nuzzling her neck and pressing kisses on her sweaty flesh. She runs her fingers in circles over my shoulders. It’s so peaceful and fucking perfect.
“I think we forgot the condom,” Emma murmurs, and then giggles. “Sorry.”
Lifting up on one elbow, I smirk at her. “I can tell you’re really sorry.”
“Are you mad?”
I cradle her cheek and run my thumb over her pouty bottom lip. “I’m so fucking happy right now I can’t tell if this is real or not.”
“It’s real, Reid. We’re real.”
I keep waiting for the guilt to topple into me, slamming me into the ground. Nothing. Well, there’s something. Satisfaction thrums through my veins. There’s no shaking off the feeling either.
Plus, my sweet girl is in my bed.
As she sleeps, I tease my finger between her breasts down to her bellybutton. I’m aching to fuck her again, but last night, under the dining room table, I took her so ferociously, she’s going to need some time to recover. The bloodstain on the carpet is evidence of that.
She’s gorgeous all of the time, but I love watching her sleep. Everything about her seems softer and sweeter as if that’s even possible. I want to keep her captive in my bed forever.
Eventually we will have to go in public.
This is where shit gets dicey. I’m sure Brayden and Cole both will have something to say about it. Still, I can handle it.
It’s Amara that’ll be the problem.
Well, her and Emma’s relationship.
That’s the part that makes me sick to my stomach. Sleeping with and loving some girl more than half your age is bad enough. But the fact she’s your ex-girlfriend’s daughter? Yeah, that part is shitty.
“You’re staring at me,” Emma says sleepily, not opening her eyes .
“How can I not?”
Her plump lips curl into a sweet smile. “You’re a romantic, Reid.”
I snort out a laugh. “Never been called that before.”
“Really?” She pops open her eyes and pins me with a serious stare. “That’s just sad.”
“Not sad. Reality. But to be fair, you’re the only one I’ve ever been like this with.”
She rolls onto her side to face me. “See, so sweet.”
“I wasn’t sweet last night. You have carpet burns to prove it.”
“Felt pretty perfect to me.” She rakes her fingers over my scalp and then down my neck to my shoulder. “Wondering when we can do it again?”
I arch an eyebrow at her. “I basically stabbed you to death with my dick. You’re going to need a few days.”
“No way,” she argues. “First of all, I may be tiny, but I’m tough.”
No argument there.
“Furthermore,” she continues, poking my pectoral muscle with her fingertip, “I’m not made of glass. When I told you I could take whatever you doled out, I meant it. I’m not a delicate flower you need to cradle for fear of crushing it. I want you to possess me, Reid. Got it?”
This girl makes it entirely too difficult for me to be a good man.
I seize her throat with my hand and give it a test squeeze. Emma is fearless because she leans into it, green eyes flaring with challenge.
“How about a compromise,” I say, clenching and unclenching my fingers around her throat. “I lube us both up and you can ride it.”
Her devilish smirk has my cock thickening between us. “Deal.”
I roll away from her to retrieve the lube and then pour gobs of it on my fingers. “Come here, little girl.”
She straddles my torso, and I begin slicking up her pussy.
I make sure to get it all nice and slippery.
Between each lip, all over her clit, in and around her sore cunt, and even around her asshole.
My cock weeps with the need to be inside her.
With a wicked smirk, she pours lube into her hand and then wraps the tiny thing around my dick.
“I can’t believe this thing fits in my body.” She marvels at my cock as she strokes it.
“One day it won’t even hurt, baby. You were made to take me.”
She cries out when I grab her waist, dragging her closer to me. I groan as she grinds her lubed pussy against the length of my cock.
Maybe in this position, I can be somewhat gentle with her. I hate how bruises are already forming on her skin from the way I’ve handled her thus far.
If I were her, I’d run far the fuck away from me.
Yet, this girl is working her hips until my crown pokes at her opening. She needs me every bit as much as I need her. I reach between us, grabbing hold of my cock to steady it. Her body glides down over my thickness much easier than it did last night.
“That’s a good girl,” I croon. “Look how fucking amazing you are at this.”
She licks her bottom lip which makes my cock jolt inside her. Green eyes dance with mischief. I’m doomed with this girl.
While she rocks her hips, I run my slick palm over one of her tits. They bounce and jiggle each time she moves. I’ve never seen tits so fucking fine.
As she works her body over mine, I start to feel the threads of my sanity fraying. The urge to pin her down like last night is intense. Letting her steer this ship is much harder than I imagined.
“You fuck so good, baby.” I pinch her nipple. “It’s so hard not to come right now.”
She leans forward until our lips are nearly touching. “Come inside me, Reid.”
“You’re cruel,” I growl out, smacking her cute ass.
“Imagine,” she purrs, “if you got me pregnant. I’d be yours forever then, right?”
“You’re mine forever now.”
“Brayden needs another stepsibling, but this one would be yours.”
Her words send me over the edge. The world spins as I flip us over. With her beneath me, and my hand on her neck, keeping her where I want her, I buck ruthlessly into her. Tears well in her eyes because it probably fucking hurts, but the love and adoration begs me to keep going.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
I squeeze her frail neck, marveling over the pretty shade of purple creeping over her skin.
Her lashes flutter and she moans with a throaty rasp.
The slapping of our flesh is loud, and I love it.
Grunts, moans, whimpers, curses. All the sounds leaving us are twisting into a beautiful song I want on repeat.
Pressing my lips against hers, I thrust too brutally for my sweet girl. With each buck of my hips, I imagine her stomach fat and swollen with a baby. I didn’t think I wanted more kids until last night. Now I wonder if she’ll let me put one after the other inside her perfect body.
“I want you to come, baby, but I love holding your throat and squeezing it. You turn so many beautiful fucking colors. Touch your pussy and come. I want you to feel how damn amazing it is when you’re on the cusp of passing out.”
Sick fuck.
That’s what I am.
But she’s a sicko too.
She rubs furiously as instructed on her needy clit. It only takes a few seconds before she detonates. I squeeze her neck a little tighter as she rides out her orgasm. The sexy choked sounds she makes are what send me over the edge.
“Fuck, baby,” I roar, grinding into her as my cock throbs out my release. “You take my cock like you were born to.”
I loosen my hold on her throat and kiss away the breathy moans she makes.
“What the fuck?”
Her mouth is on mine, but words are somehow coming out.
How?
Pulling back, I flash her a confused look. Her eyes snap to awareness and dart away from me.
I hear it again.
“What the fuck?”
It’s not Emma.
I pull out of her, cum splattering all over her red pussy, and jerk around to the sound of the voice. Standing in the doorway, eyes wide with horror and her hand over her gaping mouth is her mother.
Amara is getting an eyeful of her just-fucked daughter.
“Mom,” Emma starts, voice hoarse from the rough choking moments before. “It’s not what it looks like.”
But it is exactly what it looks like.
I broke up with Amara and immediately dragged her daughter into my bed.
I’m a fucking monster.
“You sick motherfucker,” Amara snarls, pinning me with a murderous glare. “You sick, twisted animal! ”
Before I can move to cover myself or Emma, Amara loses it. She picks up the closest thing to her, my phone off the dresser, and heaves it at my head. Thankfully, she misses by a mile. Her purse, though, quickly becomes a weapon and she swings it like a battle ax.
This is bad.
“Mom, stop!”
Emma, naked and now sobbing, desperately tugs at her mother who is trying to beat me with her handbag. I could probably easily rip it away, but it feels like I sort of deserve this. If I were in her shoes, I’d be pissed too.
“Baby,” I say to Emma, but get cut off by Amara’s nails raking over my cheek.
Fucking owwww.
“You don’t speak to her!” Amara swirls on Emma and hugs her to her. “Come on, sweetheart. I’m getting you away from this monster. We’re going someplace safe.”
I shake my head, words not forming correctly.
The sobs coming from Emma are gut-wrenching. I hate that I can hear her pain. It’s loud and uncontrolled. She’s hurting because of me. Because of my inability to put a stop to the attraction that was building between us.
I’m the problem.
I slip out of bed and snatch up a pair of dirty shorts. After jerking them on, I rush past them. At least if I’m gone, they can calmly discuss things .
“Reid!” Emma wails after me. “Don’t leave!”
“Don’t ever even look at my daughter again, asshole,” Amara bellows. “Honey, look at me. I’m going to fix this.” The only way to fix it is if I’m gone.
I nearly break my neck charging down the stairs. The front door is standing wide open where Amara let herself in. As soon as I step outside, I don’t stop running until I’m at Cole’s. Their door is unlocked, and I burst inside unannounced.
More naked bodies, but two of them quickly disappear.
A very concerned Cole approaches me like an injured animal.
“You okay, man? You’re crying.”
I reach a shaky hand to my cheek. It’s wet. Fuck.
“Were you attacked?” he probes in his cop tone. “Is Emma okay?”
It’s over.
It has to be.