Chapter 2
Emit
I should stop. I can’t. But I should. I won’t.
The moment I realized it was Harley in the car, I knew she would be mine. Hell, even before then, when she was screaming as I stormed up to her door and wrenched it open, revealing the gorgeous lunatic with shiny brown hair and even shinier brown eyes that were glossy with tears and terror. A flash of the fury that will engulf Luther once he finds out that I’ve made his little sister mine is the cherry on top.
Harley’s not at all the scrawny kid I remember from nearly a decade ago. Back then, she was just Luther’s little sister, begging us to take her with us when we’d hang out with our friends. I always had a soft spot for her and didn’t understand why Luther treated her like a nuisance when she was so sweet and eager to follow us around while being on her best behavior.
It was plain enough to see that she was craving attention, almost desperately so, but that never bothered me. What bothered me was how Luther ignored her most of the time when he was beyond lucky to have a sibling who adored him, whereas I was an only child with parents who were rarely around enough to raise me. I’d lobby Luther to bring Harley along, getting to play her big brother—a role I was more than a little upset to lose after Luther and Marsha betrayed me.
I didn’t have the heart to tell Harley she was the very reason why Marsha ditched me, jealous of how much I doted on her—taking her out for ice cream or fast food, movie and game nights at my place, going to the water park during the summer and ice skating at the mall in the winter. Marsha picked Luther specifically to get back at the both of us.
Marsha’s accusations that I treated Harley more like a girlfriend than I did her were disgusting, and so after that, I knew it would have been too weird, inappropriate even, to hang out with her when it was just the two of us since she was a teenager and I was a grown man. So, I never reached out. Never checked on her like I should have. By the time she was an adult, she’d moved away, and I lost my chance to reconnect. It’s a regret I’ve had to live with for a long time.
Now, though, that little-sister view I had of Harley is gone. She’s all woman with slim curves and breasts that are the perfect size for my large palms, a ten out of ten knockout with her plush lips and rosy cheeks. Marsha was always a vain woman, and it will eat her alive knowing I have a younger, more beautiful woman on my arm and in my bed, even if Marsha is supposedly living happily ever after with Luther and their whelp of kids. Oh, I can’t wait to throw it in Marsha’s face that I’ll be her kids’ uncle. If Luther treats them the way he treated his sister, I’ll be more than happy to take them under my wing, too.
I’ve been preparing my home for a wife and family for the last five years, ready to settle down once I find the perfect woman. I’ve heard over and over again that a man just knows when he’s found the one . And here she is—already on the prowl for a husband, for reasons beyond what I can comprehend at her age, and I’m about to give her one. She just doesn’t know it yet.
And what better excuse to feel my woman up than under the ludicrous guise of looking for her cell phone in her hot pussy? Of course, I only want it so I can destroy it and any chance of her family tracking her location in case they try to butt into our business while I make her mine—not because I was going to call them since, clearly, they’ve done a piss-poor job of raising and taking care of her.
Harley needs a man—a Daddy —with a firm hand to guide her, and that’s precisely what I’m going to give her, starting with my firm fingers in her tight cunt.
What I hadn’t expected when I shoved my hand down Harley’s tiny, thin panties was that she’d be wet. Not yet. I know the difference between lube and natural arousal, and her pussy is drenched with desire. I’m left wondering how far I can push this ruse before she starts fighting me off for real instead of the halfhearted attempts she’s been putting up. The girl hasn’t even screamed for help, as useless as it would be since there’s nothing and no one out here save for the birds.
Harley’s mouth drops open, and I feel her stomach cave in when I add a second finger. “If you’ve hidden something, baby, Daddy’s going to find it.”
“‘Daddy’?! Oh my god, stop, please! I’m not hiding anything!” A few tears skate down her cheeks, and yet her pussy stretches beautifully for my digits, growing even wetter. The noises she tries to hide as I pump my fingers in and out make my cock grow hard, pressed against her perky ass, dying to get inside her.
With her eyes clenched shut, she doesn’t see me grin when I say, “Hmm. We’ll see about that.”
Harley sags against the truck when I pull my fingers out and even whispers with relief, “Thank you.” She has no idea what’s in store for her.
Hooking Harley around her waist, I drag her to the back of my truck and drop the tailgate. I know the moment her brain catches on I’m not letting her go.
“No, no, no, no!” She tears at my arm with her nails, trying to dig her feet into the ground to stop me when I lift her a few inches and press her hips against the edge of the tailgate, then force her to bend over with my hand gripping the back of her neck. “Why are you doing this?”
I smirk as I tug her jeans and panties down, shoving them past her knees so they fall to her ankles. “Need a better angle to go deeper to find out what you’re hiding.”
Harley tries to kick me when I yank off her cheap sneakers so I can finish pulling her pants off, leaving them in a puddle. “I’m not! How many times do I have to say it!”
“Then why’s your pussy all lubed up, huh? If you’re not hiding anything…”
“It’s not lube!” she screams.
I push two fingers halfway into her from behind, curling them to gather her moisture, and then bring them to her face. “If that’s not lube, then why’s your hot little pussy so wet?”
Harley’s eyes are wide and round with shock, looking from my fingers to me and back again, her ass tilting up ever so slightly.
I tip my head to the side and ask with faux hesitancy, “You’re not turned on by the strip search, are you? I mean, you did call me sexy more than once already.”
“N-No! That’s, um, it just does that sometimes when I’m…I’m ovulating. It doesn’t mean anything.”
If I had a free hand, I’d clutch my chest over my heart. I stupidly hadn’t considered that. “You’re ovulating right now,” I say with a slow nod, acting like I’ve accepted her answer, my mind spinning with visions of her belly growing wider, rounder, with my strong son or daughter. By this time next month, the future I’ve been planning could come to fruition. And if all goes well, I could have Harley bred again come next summer.
“Yes!” Her body loses some of its rigidity. “So you believe me now? That I’m not hiding anything?”
“Sure, sure, I believe you.” I grin, still playing along as pre-cum wets my boxers, my cock straining against my zipper with the need to be let out and buried inside my woman.
“Oh my god, finally.” Harley even manages to crack a weak smile.
“But I still need to verify it before I let you go.”
Harley tries to dig her claws into the hard lining of the truck bed when I shove my wet fingers back into her cunt, going deeper now that I have her in a better position. She howls, grappling for something she can grab to pull herself away as her pussy contracts so tight around my fingers that it’s difficult to keep pushing forward.
“Shit!” I didn’t mean to hurt her. Get rough, sure, while I play with her, but this is next level. I yank my fingers out, finding her arousal tinged pink. I keep my nails trimmed so I know I didn’t scratch her. “I thought you said you were ovulating, not on your period,” I say with slight disappointment since her period will push the start of our family back by a few weeks.
“I’m not,” she sobs, trying to slam her legs closed together.
“Then why…” I suck in a ragged breath. “You’re a virgin, aren’t you?” A gorgeous woman like her, I hadn’t expected it, knowing her college co-eds must be hounding her day and night, wanting a sweet piece of her all to themselves.
The way her face screws up as she cries is answer enough.
“Oh baby, come here,” I croon, lifting and spinning her in my arms, wrapping one around her waist. I palm the back of her head as I hold her to my chest, where her head barely reaches my collarbones. “You are a good girl, aren’t you? Just like I remembered. Kept your legs closed and your virginity intact, waiting to give yourself to the right man, yeah?”
She nods, burying her face in my shirt. “I was saving it for…for…”
“For your husband?”
She sniffles.
I sway with her side to side, thinking of our first dance as husband and wife in the near future, my cock even thicker than before, knowing she saved herself for me. “You don’t need a firm hand after all, hmm?”
She shakes her head, one fist gripping my shirt at my waist, relaxing into the comfort I offer, just as she always did.
I comb my hands through her tangled hair and drop my chin to kiss her crown. “You need a soft hand. One that’ll make your first time so good, you’ll cry out in pleasure instead of pain.”
She goes as still as a statue in my arms. “No,” she whispers. Then, “No, no, no, no! You can’t!” She thrashes against my chest but can’t break my hold as I’m once again dragging her through the dirt.
I pop open my back passenger door and wrestle her onto the bench seat. I follow her in, pushing my knees between her legs, forcing her back against the opposite door. Sparing a second, I unbuckle my black leather belt and whip it out of my belt loops, wrapping it around her wrists and then securing it to the oh-shit handle above her head.
“Please, stop! Let me go! Don’t—” She gasps when I unbutton and unzip my jeans, shoving them down to my knees to free my hard cock. “Oh my god, Emit. Are dicks normally that big?” Then she groans, embarrassed that once again she can’t keep whatever thoughts floating around in her head from spilling out of her mouth. It’s cute.
Marsha blew my trust to pieces after I found out she’d been lying to me for well over a year, making moves on my best friend behind my back. But Harley…I can trust her to tell me the truth, knowing she’s never been able to keep a secret for long, even when it’s in her best interest—a quality her bastard of a brother hadn’t inherited.
I laugh and grip her inner thighs to spread her wide, then drop my head between them to tongue her little clit, too impatient to wait until after I’ve taken her home and put her in the shower before getting my mouth on my woman’s virgin cunt. Harley throws her head back, cracking it on the dark, tinted window as she cries out.
“Oh, baby, don’t do that again.” I grab her hips and wiggle her as far down as I can with her hands bound. “I don’t want you to hurt yourself when Daddy’s trying to make you feel good.”
Harley tries to roll over, then raises a knee to kick me as she shrieks, “You’re not my Daddy, you sick fuck!”
I smirk at how wrong she is and dive back into her pretty little wet pussy as soon as I have her under control, suctioning my lips over her clit as I gently ease a finger inside her, careful not to go too deep yet. Harley’s hips writhe beneath me, and I have a hell of a time keeping suction while she tries to buck me off.
Frustrated, I bite the inside of her right thigh. “If you don’t quit squirming right now, missy”—I nip her again in the same spot—“I’ll bite you hard enough to draw blood until you learn how to behave. Now, be a good girl and hold still so Daddy can make you cum.”
Harley moans, dropping her knee that’s not pinned to the back of the seat open. “Yes, oh god!” She snaps her knee up. “I mean, no! I don’t want—”
I sink my teeth into the flesh of her left thigh.
She screams with outrage and pain, so I nip her again a little harder to show her I’m not bluffing.
Harley screws her eyes and mouth closed, crying as she lays her head back and stops fighting.
I kiss the teeth marks I left behind. “There you go. Good girl. Relax and let Daddy make you feel good. It’ll be over soon,” I lie.
She turns her head and presses her face into her arm to keep from screaming. Such a good girl.
I watch her closely as I start massaging her clit again with my tongue, working my finger back into her. It’s not long before her lips part with another involuntary moan. Oh, she tries hard to hold it in, but when I add a second finger and curl them just right, her jaw drops open as her back arches, her hips rocking with pleasure without enough force to knock me off.
I ease a third inside her. “That feel good, baby?”
She moans, dropping her knee open as much as her hip joint will allow, her chest rising and falling faster now.
My cock aches with the need to be stroked, yet it’s easy to ignore as I watch Harley fall apart beneath my tongue.
“Oh god, Emit,” she moans when I have all three fingers buried deep inside her. Her breath catches as I begin to fuck her—not too hard, but enough to have her swiveling her hips rhythmically, chasing my fingers whenever I withdraw them. “Just like that.”
I’m jealous of her little tongue that slips out to lick her dry lips, and she’s so lost in the pleasure of the orgasm I force out of her that she moans as I kiss my way up her body, shoving her shirt and bra up to her neck to suck on her large pink nipples before I finally make it to her mouth. Instead of snapping her head to the side away from me, her tongue plays with mine as I deepen the kiss while lining my cockhead up to her prepped pussy.
“Harley, baby.” I trail kisses across her jaw and down her neck as I hike her knees up to my ribs. She turns her head, searching for my mouth, and I oblige, panting against her lips as I push halfway inside her. “You feel that?”
She rips her mouth away to gasp. Her voice is scratchy, barely there, when she answers, “Yeah.”
I withdraw, then drive forward, only having to force the last two inches of my length to be fully sheathed in her cunt. “You’re not a virgin anymore. You’re mine.”
Harley snaps her eyes open, fear and pleasure blowing her pupils wide.
“And I’m never letting you go, wife.”