Chapter Five

Chapter Five

DASH

Ishould keep driving. We aren’t far enough away from the men we just robbed. The men whose wallets and cash are stuffed in every available hiding place my clothing has to offer. Stopping now could put us both in danger, because a mark always follows with vengeance in their blood. Always.

I’d just as soon put Babette in danger than cut off my own limbs. She might be acting the seductress now—turning my cock stiffer than forged iron—but God, she’s an innocent girl. I’ve taken her away from her family, her home, everything familiar. I’ll die a bloody death before I let anyone do her harm, on top of blackening her soul with my influence. I’m a bastard to the core, but I won’t let the other bastards of the world harm a hair on her fucking head. She’s mine to corrupt.

Not allowing her to be hurt by some pissed off, backwoods assholes means to keep driving, right? Yeah. Easier said than done when her tits are about to pop free of her ridiculous white nightie, her unpracticed touch is tracing every aching inch of my dick…

And hell if she didn’t just call me Daddy.

I was hoping it was a fluke how much I liked her referring to me that way, but nope. It makes me feel filthy. It makes me feel in charge. And it makes me think of her pinned down and screaming for her mommy. How I can be so damn protective over Babette and still have visions of forcing myself on her, essentially raping her, I can’t figure out. God knows the thought of physically harming her turns my stomach, so why are my hands shaking with the desire to restrain? Hell, maybe the protective instincts are the culprit. If I fuck her hard, if I hold her down so she can’t move, no one else gets her. No one but me.

“Please…” She whispers the word in my ear, doubt beginning to sneak into her tone. As if she’s already losing that incredible confidence I gave her. The confidence that made her hips twist, her voice turn smoky back in the barn.

That reminder—and the gut sick jealousy that comes along with it—makes the decision to pull over pretty damn easy. Mine. Mine. Christ, if I’d been holding a pistol tonight, I would have lodged bullets in every one of their heads. My old partner had held male attention easy enough, but tonight was another ball game. They’d barely managed to control themselves while watching Babette perform, the pack of weasels. One of them had run out the side entrance to jerk off before she’d gotten to the chorus.

What did I say to Babette about guilt earlier? That the devil could use it as a tool? Well, he sure as hell is right now. Jealousy and guilt and lust—hell’s winning trifecta—have me steering down a bumpy dirt path, cutting through the center of a forest. Moonlight and a bone-deep need to fuck this girl are the two things driving me. As if she realizes I’ve given in, she sits back in her seat, fingers clutching the armrests.

“That’s right,” I growl. “No turning back now.”

Am I talking to her or myself?”

Her head lolls to one side on the headrest, expression dreamy and flushed. “I don’t want to turn back.”

As soon as we hit a clearing, I slam the brakes and throw the car into park. When I shut off the ignition, I hear her labored breathing over the absence of engine noise and know she’s not as relaxed as she appears. Good. She shouldn’t be. She should be tearing off through the woods, screaming for help. Because I don’t know what she’s unearthed in the graveyard where my heart and soul were buried long ago. A beast. A protector. A goddamn pervert. Whatever it is, it’s starved for Babette’s young pussy and it’s not settling for anything less than a feast.

There’s a mess of noise playing in my head as I round the car, throw open her door, and pull her out. She’s flat on her back on the soft ground a split second later, my hands prying her thighs open. “You deserve better than this, damn me. Damn me. I should give you so much better, but if I drive another mile, we could get pulled over or have a flat tire. That shit could put other men around you, and I can’t abide it.” I tear her white nightie down the center, giving her frilly panties the same desperate treatment. “I won’t have other men around you. Not until I’ve had your cunt. Not until you walk around looking like mine.”

Until this moment, when I have her bare naked in the moonlight, so beautiful my throat closes on a choked breath, I haven’t let her age really register. But here I am, licking my lips for a taste of her pussy, and I realize there isn’t a number that can make me stop. I can’t stop.

I want to know, though. God, I’m turning into a sicker individual with every passing minute. Fuck it, though. I need her to understand some important truths. “Look at me, baby.” I trail a finger down the hollowed slope of her belly and begin teasing circles around her clit. “I took you away from home and I turned you into a con. You’re going to tell me your age now. And then I’m going to take that cherry you’re offering, no matter what you say.”

“Why?” she breathes, wide-eyed. “If you’re going to do it anyway, why does the number matter?”

My middle finger rubs along against her entrance, gathering wetness, before sliding into a pussy so tight, it should be illegal. Hell, it very well could be, and that’s what I’m going to find out. “So you understand I’m going to fuck you and make you mine anyway. That’s the kind of man you’re calling Daddy.” I bend my finger inside of her little cunt and jiggle, making her back arch, her cries mingling with the night sounds. “I don’t want to hear any crying later about it. Don’t want to hear you carrying on that you didn’t know I was a bastard. I’m telling you right now.”

Her pretty tits heave up and down for a few moments. “Is this your way of telling me you’re going to want other women, too?”

“Other—” I break off, my laughter heavy on disbelief, low on humor. “You ruined me for other women the second you walked in wearing that green dress. You’ve got my cock on a string, baby. Ain’t looking nowhere else.” My thumb finds her clit and teases, that slim body of hers writhing in the dirt. “When I say I’m a bastard, I mean I’m not going to be fair. Or reasonable. I’m not going to be understanding if you get older and want someone better than me. I’ll kill any son of a bitch that looks at you funny.” I grip her whole pussy in my hand and squeeze until she whimpers. “And God help us all if you get a notion to look back. It won’t be pretty. That’s what I mean when I warn you, Babs, that I’m a bastard.”

“I won’t look anywhere else,” she breathes. “I swear it.”

Only time will tell if I can believe her. Lord knows I can’t learn to trust overnight—it’s just not possible. But tonight? Yeah, tonight she won’t see past me. Won’t feel or hear past me, either. “Going to get to licking your pussy now, so spread those legs open.” I inch down her body, nipping and sucking every chance I get. “Don’t close your thighs until I’ve gotten my fill. This won’t be no one-lick affair like last night, little girl. I don’t care how many times you come.”

Christ, the very sight of a pussy has never sent me dangerously close to the edge before, but the dusting of barely there red hair and the shine on her shyly closed lips…it turns me into a drug addict fighting for the last line of coke. That first lick is so deep and thorough, the leverage of my tongue lifts her hips off the ground. “Dash, oh God. Holy God.”

Her fingers spear into the soft earth on either side of her hips, but I’m barely paying attention, because a change takes me over, like a loss of consciousness. Loss of anything but the reality of Babette and her tight, delicious cunt. “Fuck yeah, that’s fresh. Sweet Jesus Christ.” My fingers form a V and push her lips open, giving me access to all the nectar making her slippery. I flick the tip of my tongue, slapping at her clit, swallowing the perfect taste of her down my throat every time she gives me a decent amount. “Could barely get my fingers in that little pin prick of a hole, but we’re going to let Daddy in anyway, aren’t we?”

“Yes,” she gasps, ripping at my hair, wiggling her hips. “O-oh. Oh. I’m going to…I think it’s coming.”

“It’s called an orgasm, baby. Let it happen.”

“Okay, Daddy.”

Last night’s climax was a wave that passed through Babette, but this time, it’s like the rising of a great storm in the Atlantic. Her close-lipped scream sends a shudder rippling through my middle, hardening my dick to the point of torture. I press her knees wider, lapping at the moisture coating her pussy. Goddamn. The virginal taste rolls my eyes back in my head, brings a growl ripping up my throat as she pushes her clenching cunt as close as possible to my mouth. She packs some punch in that tight young body, making me even more eager to get her beneath me. To feel her bucking and fighting and giving in.

Sirens peal in the distance, and I know they’re for us. Of course they are. My blood pressure pumps all the hotter in response. Those sirens, the men responsible for them, are an obstacle on the way to fucking Babette, and I won’t have it. I would do murder to anyone who stopped me from taking her right now, with a smile on my face. Then I’d get back on top of her energy-depleted body and get pumping again. Told her I was a bastard, didn’t I?

My hands are shaking as I loom over Babette’s gasping body, letting out my throbbing cock. This is where I usually put on a condom, knowing damn well what it was like to be an unwanted child. Hell, I have at least three foil packets in my wallet, but I don’t even consider wrapping up as I smack her untapped pussy with my dick. “This here is my ride.” I twist to bury my knees in the dirt, wanting as much leverage as possible to thrust and claim her. “You’re going to be everyone’s little temptation, but that’s as far as they’ll get. Fantasizing with their own hands while their wives sleep in the bed beside them.” The sirens grow louder, so loud I have to raise my voice. “You’ll be my temptation, too, when we’re around other people. But we’ll have a dirty secret, won’t we, little girl? Won’t we?”

Her head tosses side to side, her voice catching. “Yes.”

Positing the plump head of my dick at her slight entrance, I bend down close and put my ear to her mouth. “Tell me how old.”

She licks her lips, looking a touch fearful, but she tells me.

And despite the number, I plow forward, pushing through her tense muscles and the evidence of her innocence, the sirens swallowing her startled screams. Fuuuuuuck. A spurt of pre-come shoots off inside her, because there’s no holding it inside. Her pussy is so tight, she jerks it right out of me, and I’m moaning, moaning, and grinding myself into her tiny hole, forcing the fat lower half of my cock into its perfect home. I knew I’d have a battle on my hands, but nothing prepares me for the fuss she kicks up. I’m a well-endowed motherfucker and I have no business putting myself inside a girl this size, but I unburden some of my guilt by telling myself she’ll be getting used to it. There’s not going to be a fucking debate on the matter.

“Dash. Dash. Please, it hurts.” She shoves at my chest, slapping at my face. “Daddy.”

Groaning over that title she uses to get my attention, I snag her wrists and shove them into the dirt. “Much as I’d like to cover your mouth and take what I need, baby, I’m going to keep just like this until you loosen up.” Christ, I’m huffing like a bull in heat, my balls pulsing with the need to empty. Fill her up. “Got you nice and wet, licked it right,” I grit out, starting to shake with the urge to pound her. “Made it easy as possible, Babs. Need you to know I did.”

Something about my words brings the light back to her eyes, brings her hands up to settle on my shoulders. “I know, I know, I know…” Her pussy flexes, her chest lifting and falling on a brave breath. I can barely hear her words, because the sirens are right on top of us now, back on the road. But there ain’t nothing in the world that can tear my focus off Babette, so when she mouths the words love me, daddy, I set on her like a frenzied animal.

My forearms drop to the ground on either side of her head, my hips pistoning, mouth shouting guttural curse words into the space above her trusting, but pained, face. “Lord above, don’t let them arrest me before I get a nut off inside her.” My stomach seizes up in a pattern of knots. Close. Close. I can’t believe I’m so close already. “The law would have to let me finish once I told how tight it is. It’s not just unfucked, is it, little girl? Nature made you small, and I’m the only one who’ll ever know how small.” I hold her knees out wide and drop all my weight on top of her, thrusting and grunting and making a bloody mess of her virgin pussy. “We’re going to have a lot of secrets, you and I.”

Babette starts to move, whimpering and raising her legs without any help from me. I lift up enough to see her back arching, her nipples raking through my chest hair. “I won’t tell,” she whispers. “It’s…it feels better. So much better.”

“Good, baby. That’s real good.” Shit, I thought it wasn’t possible for her to climax the first time I was inside her, but now that she’s panting, tiny tremors shivering through her pussy, I have to hold on, no matter how bad I need to drain my seed into her gorgeous body. Have to make it amazing for her so she’ll come to me every time she wants pleasure. I will be her only source of it. Reaching down, I strum her clit with my thumb, keeping my drives into her heat as measured as possible. “Go on, baby. Drip it all over me. Show me how much you love Daddy’s fuck.”

We’re right in the thick of the sirens when she starts screaming again, her body tightening and twisting beneath me, her pussy tighter than a vise. “Oh no. Yes. Oh God!”

There’s no keeping my overwhelming lust tethered after that. The pride I experience after fucking my girl to an orgasm during her first time is potent. I’ve not only taken ownership over her, but I’ve pleasured her twice, when she didn’t even know pleasure at all as of yesterday. I’ve extracted the promise that she won’t look elsewhere. I’ve become her man. Her daddy.

And as the sirens pass us, moving off into the distance, I roar through the most incredible release of my thirty-three years, thick, milky moisture sloshing between her thighs as I pump, filling her to overflowing and continuing to fuck, fuck, fuck.

By the time I drag my sated body off Babette, she’s half delirious, murmuring my name, but her eyes focus on mine as I miss her soft mouth, centering me. This girl is my center. Guilt over introducing her to a life on the run invades my sense of calm, but I won’t let anyone hurt her. I’d rather burn in hell for eternity.

Gathering her sleepy form in my arms, I place her gently in the passenger seat and back out of the forest, determined to find somewhere safe for her to sleep tonight.