Chapter 7

7

Caleb

“Green light,” she whimpers, parting her thighs slightly for me. “It’s yours.”

I watch in slow motion as the dress slithers to her waist and a ray of sunlight bathes her beautiful, glistening pussy. With a reverent hand, I reach out and run a knuckle through her slit, bringing her wetness to my mouth and sucking it off. “Christ, it’s such a delicate little thing,” I manage, ferocious hunger hitting me like a ton of bricks. “Fuck me. I’m going to hell for taking your virginity doggy style. Pounding it so damn hard.”

“But…” She flushes. “I-I liked it, remember?”

“Yeah.” Lust grips me by the balls. “Doubt I’ll ever be able to go easy on that pussy. But this time you’re going to be ready for me.”

She nods eagerly, like a good princess, and lets me part her thighs. “Okay.”

I’m panting for a lick by the time her legs are fully pried open. Her aroma reaches me and I drag her closer by the thighs, the move involuntary, but Jesus…that scent. I’m no poet but she smells like sugar dusted rose petals—with thorns. Like a miracle of innocence and forgiveness with that intoxicating hint of darkness woven in. And my mouth gravitates toward her hungrily, bathing the whole of her sex with my tongue. One thorough lick encompasses the entire tiny thing and she gasps, grows more damp right before my very eyes.

My thumbs massage circles into her inner thighs, the tip of my tongue riding up and back through her folds, teasing her entrance, stopping just short of licking her clit. And fuck, it’s so adorable, watching her squirm, trying to move her hips and guide me toward that pulsing nub. As if I don’t know right where it is. As if my eyes aren’t fixated on it like a slavering wolf. I wait until her honey is dripping off my chin and then I rake my stiff tongue over that bud and she sucks in a tremulous breath, her hips bucking wildly. “Caleb, Caleb, please. Again.”

When she says my name and writhes her cunt against my mouth, I’m done teasing both of us. I worry her clit with my lips, I kiss it gently, then harder and harder until I’m bearing down on it, moving my lips in the semblance of Frenching. Her legs are restless, heels digging into the blanket, her fingers searching for purchase on my head—and I decide in that moment that I’ll grow my hair. I’ll grow it down to my goddamn shoulders, just so she’ll have something to hold on to when I’m eating her out.

“Oh, I think…” Her legs start to tremble. “I think it’s happening.”

Never ceasing my worship of her horny bundle of nerves, I rub the pads of my index and middle finger against her sweet, wet hole, then push them inside, twisting gently and pulling out. Back in, twist slowly, then out, and she quickens almost violently around my fingers, her clit swelling against my tongue.

“Caleb!” she wails, her thighs clamping around my head, her back arching off the ground, body locked in a continuous spasm, her pleasure coating my tongue.

I watch her in awe as she twists her way through it, her breath coming in short, little bursts, her inner thighs growing more saturated by the moment.

The better for me to fuck you with, my dear.

And that moment is definitely upon us. My cock is a turgid monster in my jeans, gasping for breath, pushing its way free of my zipper before I’ve fully got it down. I stalk my way up her body with my cock out, an animal assessing its prey, and new awareness kindles in her eyes. The thorns of her rose are already showing, coming out to play with mine.

“Time to fuck, princess,” I say thickly, using my left hand to tear her dress’s buttons free of their holes. “Time to pay.”

Her tits heave up and down. “Pay for what?”

Abruptly, I drop my weight down on top of her, pulling a whimper from her throat. “Time to pay for having a pretty face and a tight pussy. Those things men love and hate you for. Love because they can’t help themselves. Hate because they can’t have it.” I grip her throat and squeeze. “I’m the only one who collects on his misery.”

We’re like a perfect storm, our breathing harsh, our eyes locked in understanding.

Excitement.

“Red light,” she whispers.

And God help me, my dick sputters precome all over her belly.

Her words tell me one thing, but her open thighs and lust-drunk expression tell me another. This is our language. One we stumbled on by mistake, but one that has snared us and will never let go. I will never let her go.

“Red light?” I echo, tightening my grip on her throat. “Who’s going to stop me?”

“I could try,” she pants, bucking her body beneath mine, pushing at my shoulders with frustrated little sobs. And all the while I easily keep her pinned, letting her see my amusement over her efforts. I’m not, in actuality, amused, however. Because every time she twists beneath me, her pussy mashes against my hard cock. On purpose? Does she know I’m constantly on the edge where she’s concerned? Is she trying to push me off?

This is a game we’re playing.

A way to give her back some of the control I took last night. I’m the aggressor, but she is involved this time. She’s complicit. She’s voluntarily being assaulted.

But I will snap eventually. I will succumb to my obsession with her and take.

“You’re going to tire yourself out, princess,” I rasp, lowering my head to lap at her tits, snap at them with my teeth. Maintaining eye contact with her, I close my mouth around her nipple and suck. “Even if you managed to get free, you’d have no energy to run. Time. To. Pay.”

She makes one more attempt to free herself and I lunge, imprisoning her wrists above her head, and my cock grinds into the drenched juncture of her thighs. And she can’t hide the anticipation in her eyes, the tongue that wets her lips, eager for what’s to come. She whispers my name and her thighs fall open, her body flexing beneath mine. Preparing.

This is it. I’m toppling over the edge. I’m gone.

With a ragged moan, I fuck my dick into her body, spearing her with every depraved inch. Nailing her to the ground. My balls jack up tight, eager to spill already, thanks to her perfect snug warmth, the ecstasy on her face. “Yeah, you love my misery, don’t you? You eat it right up.” I say through my teeth, thrusting into her roughly. “Feel that? Feel the pain of needing your pussy so bad? I have no choice but to take it. You’ve given me no choice. And you have no choice but to get what’s coming to you.”

Her swollen lips part on a breathy moan, tits bouncing up and down in the open bodice of her dress, her hips rolling up to meet my drives.

Oh. She’s a dirty, little girl. Turned on by things that might be wrong, but feel right to us. We’re a little twisted, me and this girl, but we’re twisted together.

And that’s how it’s going to stay.

My balls are in a tightening vise and her pussy is clenching. I’m getting it from both sides. All sides. And my breath is echoing in my ears, her cries and the smack of flesh spurring me on. Making me ride her harder. I’m desperate to come, but I want to leave my seed inside her as deep as possible, so I let go of her wrists, reach back to catch her knees in my hands and sling them over my shoulders. I bend her in half and power into her, groaning over the increased tightness of her pussy, rearing my hips as far back as they’ll go without pulling out, then pumping back in greedily, knees digging into the ground, humping her wildly like a fucking animal because the pussy is just that good. Hot. Addictive.

“Caleb,” she moans, those green eyes rolling back in her head. “Oh. Oh. Right there. Faster. Please.”

“Jesus Christ,” I growl, pumping into her at a breakneck pace now. “You going to come with your knees up near your fucking ears, girl? You get off on fighting me and getting drilled?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Louder. No one can hear you out here.”

“Yes!”

“Good. I don’t wait for an invitation when it comes to this pussy,” I push deep and hold, feel her begin to shudder. “It’s mine. You want to walk around my house looking like a tasty little cupcake, flashing that young ass at me, I’ll drag you out to the woods and fuck you sloppy. Spreading your legs is the price you pay for making my cock hurt. You hear me, girl?”

“Y-yes!” Her orgasm turns her green eyes blind.

That puffy mouth forms an O and she huffs, huffs, screams, her heels digging into the breadth of my back. I feel every ripple of pleasure that goes through her, her cunt sucking me off, milking the seed right out of my balls.

I bear down on her, groaning loudly, hips slapping roughly against hers, my come funneling into her in hot waves. Jesus, I’m shaking, sweat trickling down my spine, ass flexing to keep me deep in her heaven. I’m boxed in by pleasure, my lower abdomen clenching, my dick jerking like an unattended fire hose, spraying down the walls of her channel. Her womb. God yes, let her get pregnant. Let her grow round with my child and let me care for them forever.

I collapse on her, panting, her limp legs dropping down on either side of my hips. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, a sheen of dew on her tits, her neck. Teeth marks on her lower lip, eyelids weighed down like sandbags.

“Is there something wrong with us, Caleb?”

“No.” I kiss her fiercely, wanting to obliterate every single worry in her head. “The whole world is wrong, princess. We’re just finding our patch of light in the dark. Our light just happens to be a dimmer shade than some. But as long as it makes you happy, it’s right for us. Does it?” I swallow hard and brace. “Do…I make you happy?”

She explores my eyes, a smile curving her lips. “Yes.”

I let out a shaky exhale. “Thank God.”

With my heart doing donuts in my chest, I tuck her head into my neck and let her sleep, the sound of the stream burbling happily beside us. And I mouth the words I love you up at the tree tops until blessed unconsciousness claims me, too.