Chapter 6

six

Flynt

Deep in my bones,I knew she would be like this.

A perfect animal just waiting to be set free from her cage.

We’re equals now, humping each other in the grass, yanking and tearing at clothing, my teeth leaving marks on her shoulders, her tits, before racing back to her mouth where I get my sustenance. Lord almighty, her tongue has the sweetest taste on the planet. I lap at it, suck it into my own mouth and suction our lips, trying to drag her essence into my soul, but it’s not enough. I’ll never, ever be full of her. I’ll always be starved. She’s going to drive me past insanity into new terrain, where there is only her soft skin and pussy and voice.

I still have my hand wrapped around her throat and she traces my grip with her fingertips, revels in being pinned to the ground by force. Her thighs are open, her tight, virgin cunt waiting like a pagan sacrifice. She wants to fuck even though she’s never done it before. God help me when she gets a taste. I’ll be rutting her before school, in between classes and nonstop on the weekends. Her father is going to hate me with every fiber of his being.

Especially once her stomach begins to swell.

At the reminder that she’s almost certainly lying about being on the pill, I have to reach down and jack my cock several times. It’s so sensitive. Harder than it’s ever been. My balls feel like they’re in a death grip. Holy shit, I am a bastard. Instead of calling her on the lie and being a decent man, I’m going to lock this girl down so hard, she’ll never question that she belongs to me. I’ll knock her up so fucking good and fast, her head spins.

My nobility has thinned to nothing in the face of her needs.

“You going to make me a daddy, baby?” I grunt without thinking, because who could think with a tongue like hers in his mouth? When she looks up at me with slightly guarded eyes, I realize what I’ve said and rush to correct myself. “Your Daddy, Ayla. That’s who I am, aren’t I? You’ve always known, even if you didn’t understand.”

“I still don’t understand. I just know…I really like when you call yourself that.”

I kiss and lick my way down her body, covering her tits in a sheen with my tongue, wanting her to be sloppy and swollen and covered in me. Wanting to claim the girl who will rule my head and heart until the day I die. “Maybe it’s something I can’t explain to you with words.” I raze her belly with my teeth while unzipping her skirt, tearing it down her legs and throwing it over my shoulder. Now she’s naked except for the silk tank top that’s circling her waist. On a scale from one to ten, she’s a thousand. Jesus Christ. “Maybe I have to show you.”

Bathed in the sunlight, her pussy is like fresh, succulent fruit.

“When I say I’m your Daddy, I mean I’m responsible for you. For everything about you. But especially this.” I run my thumb up the valley of her cunt and watch that little nub peek out at the top, asking for me. So eager. And I’m not capable of making her wait. God no. I bow my head and worship her with a deep lick, teasing her clit with light side to side swipes of the tip of my tongue. “I’m responsible for satisfying this. So well that your legs shake when I get home from work because you need to spread them for me so fucking bad.”

Ayla grows even more wet, right in front of my eyes. Her hips can’t stay still.

“You’re a gift from God, little girl,” I growl against her pussy, rubbing her center with my tongue, testing the tightness of her entrance, my cock starting to drip into the grass in response. Because Jesus, I knew she’d be snug, but I have no idea how I’m going to get more than a few inches inside without hurting her. Maybe it’s impossible. The thought of causing her even an iota of pain makes me want to drown myself in the lake. “I have to tell you something, Ayla,” I say, turning up the speed of my flickering tongue against her clit, keeping at it until her thighs are wrapped around my head and that bud is starting to pulse.

“What is it?” she gasps, yanking at the ends of my hair, pulling me closer, lifting her hips.

“I’ve got a real big dick, baby,” I pant, trailing my tongue back up the middle of her sweet, heaving body, my fist wrapped around the appendage in question. “And you’re awfully tiny. I might have to force it a little the first time.”

“Force it?” she whispers, eyes glazed with lust.

I hum deep in my throat, breathing, trying to keep the beast inside me at bay. Don’t you dare lose control until she’s enjoying herself. What if she doesn’t, though? What if I snap as soon as I’m deep in that lush cunt and I can’t stop to comfort her or make it better? After four years of maintaining strict control, I’m being offered the ultimate feast and I don’t know how I’ll react in the midst of so much pleasure. In the midst of Ayla.

“Shhh,” I breathe against her mouth, tucking the head of my cock up against her entrance and stroking myself in the direction of heaven, grunting and panting like a dog. “Maybe you’ll like getting forced a little,” I groan against her lips, before working my cock head into her tight slot, pressure already starting to bear down on my lower back and loins. I’ve been dreaming of it for four years, never truly accepting that it could happen. But it is. Ayla Barnes, my violent obsession, is on her back with her legs open, asking to get pregnant.

Just fucking asking for it.

I’m plowing deeper before I can stop myself, another inch, another, a few more, until my balls slap off the taut cheeks of her ass, that coveted barrier tears away—and I roar into her neck like a conqueror, memorizing every detail of the moment, absorbing all of it like a sponge. The involuntary pulsations of her pussy. God, she’s wrapped around me so tight, I feel like a criminal. I devour the sight of her staring up at the sky with wonder, her back arched off the ground. But I can’t tell if she’s in awe or in pain.

“Ayla,” I manage through gritted teeth. “Are you okay?”

“It hurts a little,” she breathes, turning her head to meet my gaze. “I love it.”

“I don’t understand. It hurts and you love it?”

She nods, shifting beneath me so sensually, I grit my teeth to keep from howling. “Force me,” she hiccups, her head falling back into the grass, her dark hair spread out like wings. “Force me, Daddy.”

I knew it.

I knew it would be like this.

But being given the green light is almost too damning. This is the point of no return. This is us embarking on something dark and messy and obsessive, but there’s no stopping. No way out. And neither one of us wants to locate the exit.

Get her pregnant.

Force me, Daddy.

Teeth gnashing, I lose any remaining grip on self-control and I plant a forearm across her shoulders, taking her in the grass with sharp pumps, entering her with increasing violence and she only moans louder, the muscles of her pussy flexing in welcome around me.

“Oh, you thought I was possessive before? Just you fucking wait.” I lean down and scoop my hips at a new angle, making her squeal. Yes, squeal. Like a trapped brat. And we both fucking love it. She excites herself with that childish sound and watching her realize it is excruciatingly perfect and again, utterly damning. No way off this dark path. Thank God. “There might be days you hate me for sending you back into the house to change your tank top or put on a bra, but I’ll fuck you until you’re smiling at me again. Won’t I, Ayla?”

“Yes,” she whimpers. “Yes.”

My spend is so heavy in my balls that I’m wincing as I thrust. Too good. Too fucking good. I should have beat off before taking her virginity because her first time needs to be incredible and I’m already poised to pop. I try to keep my eyes closed and focus on the unreal sensation of sliding in and out of her wet pussy, but I have to look. I must see her at all times. And my God, she’s so beautiful, the most breathtaking sight in the world, her lips parted in astonishment, her tits shaking with every rough slap of my hips. I’ve never seen her eyes so blue, so luminous and they’re focused on me.

Encouraging me to fuck her like the beast that I am.

“I hope you like the view, Ayla,” I growl, falling forward to sink my teeth into her ear lobe, jerking her knees higher around my waist and bearing down harder. “You’re going to be seeing it for the rest of your life. Death will have to bring an army to drag me off you.”

Her eyes flash with something akin to possessiveness. I know what it looks like because I’ve seen it in my own eyes when I think about her while looking in a mirror. It’s a singular kind of ominous gleam. “I won’t let Death take you.” She pouts that bottom lip and buries her heels in my ass. “You’re mine.”

It’s a wonder I don’t spill everything I’ve got in this moment. I grit my teeth and flex my stomach as hard as possible, somehow managing not to come over my girl claiming me. Verbally. Out loud. It’s my most coveted dream come to life. “Ayla’s man,” I chant in her neck. “Ayla’s man. Top to bottom. Through and through. Always have been.”

The tempo of her breath is starting to change. She likes the angle of my hips. It’s working for her so I don’t shift, don’t stop, just continue to use the trunk of my cock to rub her wet clit, giving it a firm grind here and there, until she’s rocking upwards into those grinds and making these urgent mewling sounds that wreak havoc on my balls.

I groan deep in my throat, lost in the grip of her body. “Baby likes that, doesn’t she?”

“I love it,” she whimpers.

“You’re about to show me how much you enjoyed your first ride at the lake, aren’t you?” I’m starting to sweat, strain, my loins on fire with the urgency to nut. Just a little bit longer and she’ll hit that peak, too. Come on, hang in there. If only she wasn’t so fucking tight. Levering myself up slightly on my left fist, I slip my fingers down between us. I thrust deep and rough, hold myself there and stroke her clit rapidly, watching a rush of lust transform her features, her back slowly, slowly arching until she screams. “Ahhhh there we go, little girl.” She clenches around me with such force, it feels like she’s going to squeeze my dick off in the best way. I feel every little milking tug of her cunt, her sounds of pleasure echoing in my ears and engraving themselves onto my soul. “Been waiting a long time to fuck that scream out of you. My favorite sound before I ever heard it.”

When I start to sense she’s coming down from her orgasm, my restrain evaporates. I allow the furious need to ejaculate to rush in from every direction and it’s so intense that I feel like a monster. I feel like a fucking monster when I flip her over face down, twist my fist in the back of that silk tank top still circling her waist for leverage, and pump into her pussy roughly from behind, giving a hoarse shout of her name the first time my lap slaps off that tight, round ass.

“Four years of sitting behind you in class. Watching this butt twitch down the hallway in those little tramp skirts while I got harder and harder and fucking harder.” I drop my chest to her back and whisper in her ear. “You owe me this. Don’t you, baby? You owe me something nasty. Clench that pussy up tight. I’m taking my payment.”

“Take it, Daddy,” she gasps.

Obviously, I’m screwed after that. Having her call me Daddy while I’m raw-dogging her is a nightly fantasy of mine. I’m a goner. I punch my hips several more times, every muscle in my body straining violently, like a volcano preparing to erupt. And I do. I slam into her so hard, we collapse into the grass, a firestorm raging inside of me, tension blasting out of me like cannon fire into Ayla’s sweet, giving heat. I shake and drip sweat and curse while seed leaves my body and flows into hers. Putting life into her body. Creating life with my obsession.

I don’t think I knew how riddled I’ve been with stress I’ve been for the last four years until I’m depleted. I’ve been sick with the need to impregnate her and I feel temporarily cured, my muscles going slack, my bones turning weightless.

I lay down beside the love of my life in the grass, wrap my arms around her for dear life and praise her to sleep while I gaze up at the sky and dream about our future. A future that will almost certainly include a baby. Babies. A family.

And she wants that, too. I didn’t read her wrong.

Right?