Chapter 6

Six

Turk

Dammit.

My cock is a traitor.

I could have had a few more hours with Missy before she sends me packing, but the man downstairs is demanding relief—and God help me, I am overwhelmed by the fury inside of me to get naked with her. To feel her skin and listen to her breath and be as close as possible. To watch lust and wonder transform her incredible face. I need those things more than air.

I need them for the rest of my life, that’s the problem.

And all I’ve got is one afternoon.

Okay fine, ten minutes tops, because my balls are as sensitive as water balloons.

As Missy lets us into the VIP suite, I’ve got both hands beneath her tank top, playing with her pretty virgin tits. She’s got that ass backed up into my lap and I’m groaning like a beggar, humping her through the built-in underwear of the skirt. Sweet hell, what position am I going to put her in? What is going to give her the most pleasure and ensure she has the best chance of getting pregnant?

The door opens and I lose any chance to plan or strategize, because she’s stripping off her top, kicking her shoes to the side of the dark, elegant, air-conditioned suite. The game has continued down on the field, but we’re in our own world now. Behind tinted glass so no one can see what I’m about to do to her. Even though my chest is screaming at me to stall. You’re going to lose her as soon as this is over.Fuck.

I can’t stop.

I’m too starved for this girl to be rational.

With jerky motions, I unbuckle my belt and lower my zipper. “Are you ready for Daddy’s fuck?”

She moans and goes down on her knees, nodding. “Yes.”

“Why are you kneeling?”

“I don’t know. I-I feel like I should be.” She unfastens her bra, leaving her in nothing but the little white skirt. A vision that stops me in my tracks, an object becoming lodged in my throat. Missy half naked and on her knees with glazed eyes and pouting nipples is an image no man on earth is worthy of seeing up close, but somehow I’ve been allowed into heaven early, although those tits would turn the angels against each other, for sure. “And I’m not afraid to follow my instincts with you,” she finishes shyly, tucking dark hair behind her ear.

“That’s good, Missy,” I grit, pride thickening my tone. “You don’t have to be afraid of anything with me. Not a damn thing.”

“I know. I’m not,” she whispers, lifting up her skirt and cupping her pussy. “Touch me here and tell me I’m a good little girl.”

Son of a bitch.

Lust is already rampaging through my body, but with that obvious hint about how she wants her one experience with sex to go, I damn near explode. “I’m not going to be able to hold my seed very long if I’m stretching that virgin hole and calling you my good little girl at the same time,” I say raggedly, watching her stroke her sex, wetness beginning to soak through the built-in panties of her tennis skirt. “I want to get you pregnant, but I’m not going to nut until you’re satisfied. I refuse.”

She nods solemnly, bites her lip. “Maybe…”

“Maybe what, cutie?”

“Maybe if you finish fast this time, we…well, we’ll have to negotiate one more time. Two in total. I want both of us to be satisfied with the agreement.”

“When we walk away,” I finish hollowly.

Seconds tick by before she answers. “Exactly.”

Dagger. Meet chest. Twist.

But I might get to be inside of her twice and that’s a damn sight more than I had ten minutes ago, isn’t it? Beggars can’t be choosers. I’ll take whatever I can get when it comes to this girl. “Two times, then. If I blow early.”

Her nod is vigorous. “That means…”

I saunter forward while taking my cock out of my pants, holding the throbbing trunk of it in a tight fist. “That means you’re my good little girl as long as we’re in this room.” With a deep breath for self-control, I press the head of my cock to her lips, watching them part around it eagerly, accepting my rigid flesh one inch at a time. My breath hisses out between my teeth and exhilaration races up toward my brain, making me lightheaded. “Even if playing Daddy right now is going to ruin me…” I trail off as she suckles, then swallows me down without so much as a gag or whimper. “Christ. Christ! That’s deep enough. Missy, I’m in your throat. Stop, stop, stop, I’m going to come. Fuck fuck fuck.”

She’s taking me so deep, I can’t see straight. I’m pulling in giant gulps of breath, fingers threading into her wealth of black hair, and shit, I’m fucking that hot little mouth like a predator, aren’t I? Balls slapping off her chin, her button nose burying in my pubic hair over and over again. It’s not right. I was only going to let her register the texture, but I kept sliding in further and further while she blinked her innocent eyes up at me and now I’m juicing her throat, her moans and the way her palms scrape up my chest in a worshipping gesture only revving me up further.

Encouraging me.

I look down through a haze of hunger and find Missy rubbing her clit through the tennis skirt panties and I know I can’t succumb to the pleasure of this blow job. I have a duty here. A responsibility. And dammit, I want to be joined, locked, inseparable with her.

“Come on,” I say through clenched teeth. “That’s enough.” I ease my dick out of Missy’s mind-blowing mouth and lift her up by her armpits. She sways, clearly unable to stand, so I carry her over to a white leather couch, ripping the skirt down her legs and urging her down onto the long, plush seat, not wasting a second before I’m shoving her thighs open. Gaping down at the heaven I’ve revealed. “Motherfucker,” I grit out. “Look what we have here—a wet little masterpiece. Got these knees pointed east and west and those pussy lips still ain’t open. Must be tight as fuck, aren’t you?”

His ribcage expands, shudders back inward. “I…I don’t know,” she gasps.

“Well I better lick it open, huh?” I lean down and kiss her slit, lap at it. “We have to see what you brought Daddy to play with, don’t we?”

A tremble courses through her and her hips twist, lift, writhe. She’s horny, my angel, and I can’t believe I’m the one who gets to satisfy her. If making her come is the only duty I perform for the rest of my life, I will die with a smile on my face.

Gently, I trail my tongue up and down that sealed up valley between her legs. I’m the only man who has ever been here and it shows. It takes several minutes of licking before her lips begin to tease open, but hell, the amount of moisture that seeps out makes me want to roar in victory. She’s turned on and the proof is dripping down her inner thighs. It’s coating her pretty, puckered asshole. And when I see the little berry of her clit peek out, swollen and rosy, I set upon it like a slavering dog, raking the tip of my tongue around the perimeter, then pressing the flat of my tongue tight to the bud and moving my face side to side, side to side, feeling her thighs jerk and shake in my hands.

“Oh. Oh, Turk. Please. I didn’t know th-this was an…acceptable a-act. P-please!” Her whimpers are the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard in my life. “I-I think it’s going to be even better than yesterday. Is it?”

The whole lower half of my face is wet. I’m abrading her inner thighs with the stubble on my cheeks, my tongue going to fucking town, never once leaving that clit alone. Worshipping it like it’s my new god. It is. And my god tastes like fucking raspberries and cream and I could spend a year licking this pussy and it would only be the beginning of what I want to do to it. How I want to please it.

When her fingers tangle in my hair and her words become jumbled, I know her climax is close. I need to use this opportunity to prepare her for my cock, so I fill her with an index finger, twisting the digit around in the snugness, never ceasing my assault on her clit. Jesus, she’s small. What if I hurt her?

No, no I can’t do that. I’ll die on the spot.

Make her ready.

Slowly, I plunge in a second finger and press the two of them deep, deep, jiggling and flexing, while her juices slip down into my palm, making me desperate to fuck, even as I grow more determined to do this without hurting her. Oh, but when I lightly suckle her clit and add a third finger, pushing them in a little roughly, because I have no choice, her orgasm snaps. She bows up off the couch with a whining cry of my name, her body shaking uncontrollably, a fine sheen of sweat appearing on her body.

“Good girl. That’s my good little girl. You like that pussy crammed full, don’t you? Yeah. You want as much of Daddy as you can take.” When she collapses on the couch, dazed, I spit on her bare, beautiful pussy and slap it gently a few times, watching those golden eyes refocus. Grow excited all over again. “Did you really bring this tight virgin pussy to the biggest man at the loading dock and ask him to fuck it for you?”

“Yes,” she says, panting. Reaching up to palm her tits. “Yes.”

“I’m honored.” I spit on her sex again, gratified to see fluids from my mouth dripping into her folds, slicking that untouched valley even more than it already is. Mine. Mine. Mine. “And I’m going to do my job well.”

I fall forward on top of her flushed body, balancing my weight on my left elbow, gripping my cock in my right hand and guiding it to her pussy hole. She settles her hands on my shoulders and blinks up at me, so trusting that a lump forms in my throat and my heart begins to race uncontrollably. I love you. I love you. I’m so in love with you. I chant those secret words in my head while looking her in the eye, arrowing my cock halfway into her body, stopping when she grows tense, her tiny muscles contracting around me, making me choke out a curse.

“Going to give you the whole thing now,” I rasp, already seeing stars. “Jesus, cutie, this thing is making me feel like a fucking giant.”

“You are a giant.”

“I’m your giant,” I say, raggedly.

Idiot. Shut up. Next thing I know, I’ll be proposing when all she wants from me is a few strong swimmers. I can’t pinpoint her expression. Is she looking at me in sympathy because I fell in love with someone way out of my league and almost just admitted it out loud? Or is that…wonder? Happiness? I can’t tell, but I need to do as she asked and stop hoping for more. So I bury my face in the soft curve of her neck and plow the remaining inches, wincing when she screams in my ear and buries her nails into my shoulders.

“Daddy, it hurts,” she breathes, her hips restless beneath my pinning weight.

I groan like a dying beast, pressing my lower body down to keep her still out of pure necessity. “I’m definitely going to bust too soon. Christ. You’re squeezing me so fucking hard, baby. Baby, please promise me a second time. Please. This can’t be the only time I feel this.” I grip her wrists and pin them above her head, my hips rearing back slowly and grinding forward involuntarily. Pressure bears down on my spine, my groin. Shit.

We moan into each other’s mouths, her thighs rippling, her sex making a wet, splashing sound that tightens up my balls painfully. I’m screwed.

“We’ll have a second time,” she gasps in my ear. “Second time. For sure.”

“Really?”

I look down at her and she nods, giving me a lopsided smile that brands itself on my soul. But it’s gone a second later because I’m helpless to keep from pumping now. I’m growling on top of this beautiful, innocent girl, sweating on her pristine skin, all but forcing my cock into her too-snug opening, again, again, until she’s sobbing my name, my heavy balls moving back and forth like a pendulum, rebounding off the crack of her ass. I know I probably can’t last long enough to make her come again, but I release one of her wrists and reach down between us anyway, thumbing her clit while I fuck her like I’m running out of minutes on earth.

“So sexy and smooth everywhere. Make Daddy so hard,” I push out between my teeth, my hips moving at a breakneck pace. “No way in hell you’re getting your period this month. So young and fertile, aren’t you? You’re as good as pregnant.”

Missy’s pussy locks up in the wake of those words, her mouth falling open. “Turk.”

Her flesh twists and shudders around my cock—and I’m done for. I’m absolutely fucked. I drop my full weight onto her smaller body, yank her knees up and rail that spasming pussy in a way that should land me in prison. My grunts are vile, my thrusts crude and rough—and there’s nothing I can do to stop myself because she’s got a pussy that won’t quit. It’s sopping wet and welcoming every drive of my cock with a hot little flex.

“Jesus,” I growl, latching my mouth to hers. “I can’t believe I get to come inside you.”

“I want your come,” she hiccups, her hands skating down my back and innocently stroking my ass, before taking two big handfuls. Clutching as much as she can hold. “I need it.”

My balls quite simply explode. I roar into our kiss and pound, pound, pound up into her perfection, relief like no other streaking down my back and twisting my spine. Too good. Too perfect. The intensity of my climax sets my teeth on edge, my head on fire. And I can’t stop pumping. I can’t. She’s receiving my seed like it’s medicine and she’s being healed right in front of me. Her eyes roll back in her head and she whimpers, long and breathily, her pussy milking the sperm straight from my balls. There’s so much of it, we’re making a mess, but I swear to God, my body produces more semen on the spot, just to keep her pleasure heightened, and I continue humping her like a desperate animal, planting furious kisses on her mouth until finally, my body is an empty well and my muscles lose tension, dropping me down on the sweetest angel this side of heaven. No, she’s the sweetest on both sides. She’s a creation that should be celebrated every day, all day.

I’m so in love with her, it’s scary.

The couch is barely big enough for both of us, but I maneuver myself onto my side and haul her up against me, desperately inhaling the scent of her hair. “How do you feel? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I gulp and hold my breath after asking that question.

“No. You made me feel…” She blows out a shaky breath. “Incredible.”

Pride soars in my chest. “Good,” I say gruffly, drawing her closer.

Enough to make her gasp. Whoops.

I loosen my hold slightly.

“I’m glad we get a second time,” she whispers into my throat, her fingertips trailing down the center of my chest. “You know?”

Do I ever.

“I’m glad as hell, too, Missy.”

Actually, my dick is already perking up again at the mention of round two. I could settle her on top of me and watch her learn to ride my big dick. Fuck. I want her in every position. I want her, period. I want to eat breakfast with her, buy her anniversary roses and share a sink in the bathroom. All she asked me for is a baby, though.

I settle a hand on her butt, molding the firmness. “It’s going to be crazy. Seeing you pregnant at headquarters and knowing it’s mine—”

I have so to stop talking because my throat tightens unexpectedly.

Shit.

How am I going to see her every day and not touch her? Not hold her?

Missy leans back and studies my face in the curious way she does. “Turk, I-I was thinking—”

A tremendous roar goes up in the stadium. We trade a look and reluctantly stand, walking side by side to the glass. Watching the game for a moment. “They’re using the formation you suggested.”

“I see that,” she breathes, touching the glass. “Should we…go watch them win?”

“Yeah,” I say, heart in my mouth. “Let’s go watch them win because of you.”

The smile she gives me is one I know I’ll see every time I close my eyes.

For the rest of my life.

My life without her.

Until then, though…I’m going to make every second count.