Chapter Seven
Bella
His hands are big, rough, and hot as they tug at my dress and dig into my hair. “I’ll let you go if you ask me to,” he growls low in my ear, the dim light of the back office illuminating a simple desk that sits in the center of the room with a filing cabinet next to it.
No one is pounding on the door yet, but I assume they will be soon.
Far too many people saw Clint drag me in here.
Granted, I wasn’t screaming, or kicking, or flailing, but I assume a display like that in a small town like this will leave folks with something to say about it.
The place will be a buzz about the young girl hauled into the back office by a massive man for weeks.
“Say it,” he growls, his jaw locked as he leans me up against the office door. “Do you want that boy out in the bar, or do you want your daddy?”
My pussy clenches as I stare up at the giant before me. I have no idea what I’m doing or what I’m getting into. All I know is that this feels good and I want more.
“I want my daddy.” I exhale slowly, reminding myself to take another breath as his big hand travels under the hem of my skirt and onto my ass.
“Good girl. That’s right you want your daddy.” He leans into my lips, quick and hard, claiming my mouth with a growl so deep that I feel it vibrating inside of me.
What the hell is happening, and why do I want nothing more than his thick cock inside of me as I suck in the dusty scent of the aging, wood floor mingling with the masculine aroma radiating off him?
I can’t want this! I shouldn’t want this! He was engaged to my sister, he’s twenty years older than me, and he has some kind of record for assaulting someone!
They’re all red flags that a reasonable person would run away from, but none of them matter as my panties dampen. With a rough hand, Clint tugs them to the ground and lifts me up, sliding my back against the smooth, wooden door until his beard is on my pussy and he’s eating like a starved man.
My thighs tremble as he holds me up, his tongue exploring me, my juices coating him, his teeth scraping against my thigh, my clit, my crease.
I’ve never been lifted and held so easily in my life, never touched so wildly. He licks and growls, lapping me up as if at any moment now someone might try to take it away.
With the way he’s lifting me so effortlessly, I’d like to see someone try. These are definitely not vanity muscles. He couldn’t move me around like I’m a sheet of paper from just lifting weights.
“Remember how I taught you to scream last night?”
The memory of him demanding I moan louder sends a shock straight to my clit as I nod.
“Good. The same rules apply here. Understood? You need to moan loud for Daddy.”
I run my fingers through his hair and squeeze my thighs together around his face as his big hands hold me in place, his mouth devouring me, his tongue sliding over my clit.
“Oh God,” I moan, squirming against his touch. “That feels good!”
“Good girl, using your words. I want to hear everything,” he groans as he eats some more, scrubbing his beard haphazardly against my crease as though he’s trying to moisturize.
“You taste like a fucking angel, but this is it tonight. I want you to be Daddy’s special girl, but I can’t take your virginity here.
” His voice is ragged as he carries me to the edge of the desk, the unstable structure wobbling as he sets me down.
“How do you know I’m a virgin?”
“Daddy can tell you’re untouched, princess.” He brushes his hand down over my cheek and tugs my tits from my dress, leaning in to suckle each one slowly as they spike in the cool air that rushes in behind his touch. “You’re so perfect. I want your first time to be perfect too.”
“This is everything I never knew I wanted,” I moan, leaning my neck back as he continues to tug and nibble each nipple. “Take me, Daddy.”
I don’t know what I’m saying, but if he doesn’t fuck me right now, I might push him into the chair and take his cock for myself.
A low, rolling growl lifts up from his throat. “Spread your legs, little girl. Let me see every part of your soft pussy.”
He unbuckles his jeans as I spread my legs, his gaze mapping me like I’m the key to an ancient, buried treasure he’s spent a lifetime searching for.
He releases a low, primal hum as he says, “You’re so wet for me. You like being Daddy’s girl, don’t you?”
“Yes, Daddy. I love being your girl.” I’m a wreck, my pussy twitching, my nipples hard, every nerve in my body buzzing with desperation to be filled and stretched.
Noise carries from outside the room, and though the band is loud and people are screaming, I hear the distinct sound of keys jingling outside the door. Clint must hear it too because he drags a chair over to wedge it beneath the handle that’s moving.
I should probably be focused on the drama we’re causing outside of this room, but somewhere along the way, Clint’s jeans fell to the floor, his boxers went with them, and now all I see is cock!
I’m not usually that girl, I swear. I’d appreciate a man’s eyes or his personality over his dick most days, but right here, in the heat of the moment, when this giant man walks toward me with the thickest, hardest, longest cock I’ve ever seen, my eyes won’t look away.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever seen. Truthfully, I don’t know how he carries it around.
“You okay?” He nods once, his gaze drunken with desire.
How does this man desire me?
“Yeah, I’m…” I blow out a breath. “I need you.”
He traces my lips with his thumb and leans in slowly. “You know what happens when Daddy takes you, right?”
I nod once, remembering what he told me last night. “I’ll belong to you.”
“That’s right.” He drags his sandpaper hand down over my frame, circles my nipples, and spreads my legs slightly as he tugs me to the edge of the desk. “The second Daddy takes this little pussy, you’re mine.”
My eyes widen and I hold his gaze as his massive cock slides against my sticky-wet opening.
“Mine,” he growls as he presses in slowly. “All mine.”
I’ve never even worn a tampon, so the feeling of his thick cock stretching me is like nothing I’ve ever felt. At first, it stings, and then it burns intensely. I bite back the pain and lower my head against his chest.
“Fuck, you’re tight.” He exhales slowly and tips my chin up toward him until our eyes are on one another again. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I pant, still feeling the stretch. “It’s just a little… ouch.”
“Aww… my little girl.” He brushes his rough hand down over the side of my face slowly. “You want Daddy to stop?”
“No! I want you to go deeper! I want you to fill me up! Make me yours, Daddy! I need your come!” The second the words come out of my mouth, I feel like a filthy, little slut. I’m begging for this man’s come. A man that was engaged to my sister!
I’m going to hell. I’m sure of it. Sadly, though, at this point, I’d probably risk eternal damnation if it means holding on to whatever this is for just a few more days.
“Grab on to Daddy’s shoulders,” he says, kissing the top of my head. “I’m going to lean in slowly. Bite down on me if you want me to stop.”
My skin heats and my heart pounds as I rest my head against his bare chest and breathe him in.
Someone pounds on the door, and the chair is shaking as the muffled sounds of the band echo through the walls, but I’ve never cared about anything less.
All I’m feeling is his heavy, hard cock, spreading me wide. All I want is his dominance, his escape. I want it like I was made for him, like he was made for me.
“Jesus Christ,” he growls low as he presses in further, “you’re so fucking tight. Spread your legs wider, sweetheart. Let Daddy in more.”
I swallow hard and breathe slowly as my body adjusts to his size. The pain subsides with each thrust, and soon I feel nothing but pleasure.
Slick, wet, hot, deep, fulfilling pleasure.
“That so good! Don’t stop, Daddy!”
“You’re about to be mine.” He thumps into me faster, scrubbing his thick cock inside of me like he’s desperate to ease the gnawing ache that’s been plaguing him. It’s possessive, obsessive, and primal in a way I’ve never experienced in my life.
The band continues to play, but all I hear is the sound of our sweaty, sticky bodies crashing against one another as it bounces off the walls of the small room.
He’s got a hold of my throat now as he bucks wildly against my frame. “Come on Daddy’s cock. I need it.”
The door pushes open slightly as though someone’s unlocked it and they’re trying to jimmy the chair out of the way. We could be caught at any second, and anyone could see us.
With the way news travels around here, it would take three minutes for my sister to find out.
This possible life-altering reality should frighten me.
I’m on the edge of the abyss, gazing at the chaos that door opening could bring.
My sister will hate me, my mother will disown me, and I’ll never be able to show my face in town again.
I’ll be forever known as the girl who fucked her sister’s ex-fiancé.
Lucky for me, the abyss keeps looking back, screaming that this is hot as fuck and to keep going!
“Right there,” I moan, ignoring everything but him. “That’s the spot!” I sigh uncontrollably, heat rising and tightening in my core as his lips crush against mine and my legs wrap around his waist, squeezing us together.
“Fuck… I’m going to empty inside of you!”
“Do it, Daddy! Make me yours!”
“Oh, you’re mine, little girl! You’re my little, fucking obsession!” He growls thrusting into me harder and faster, grunt after grunt expelling from his throat with desperation until we both lose it.
My head flies back, my hips tighten, and I cream all over his hard cock, screaming his name over and over again as he snarls and growls, crashing into me repeatedly, one single word on his breath as the chair finally gives and the bartender stomps in.
‘Mine.’