15. Adonis

This girl. This…woman. My woman. She's everything to me. Essential to my life, to the existence of my soul, and hearing her cry out after hurting her foot on that fucking branch, I nearly died. It felt like my heart shriveled up and stopped beating until she was in my arms again.

And now, fucking now, she's telling me she can't stand to be without me. I might keel over for an entirely different reason. Too much pleasure. Because hearing those words come out of her mouth inflated my dick to the point of pain, and the rapid beating of my heart promised I wouldn't breathe right for a month.

Sitting her gently on the counter in the kitchen, Eli shows up with the first-aid kit as Zak races around a corner. "I heard a scream." He scowls when he sees the cut on the bottom of Soren's foot. "What the fuck happened?" His hand moves to the gun at his back as he searches for the threat outside.

"A fucking branch," I mutter. Until that moment, I'd anticipated catching my little runaway, wanting to rut her dirty in the soil below us. Fuck her until we were both a muddy mess. It'll have to wait now, but it's not a fantasy I'm willing to let go of any time soon.

"I'm fine." She hisses when I swipe an alcohol swab across the cut.

"It's deep," I grunt, hating that anything touched her hard enough to lacerate. "There will be a scar." Eli and Zak bend over to see.

"It's the bottom of my foot. No one will notice it." I catch the end of her eye roll and swat the side of her ass, making her yelp.

"I will." The snap in my tone elicits a sigh as she rubs a hand up and down my bare chest.

Zak and Eli smartly keep their mouths shut as they back off a bit. "Gives you more reason to kiss me all better." There's deception in her honey-sweet voice as she leans forward to kiss over my heart.

Smoothing on the bandage, I spear a glare at my two oldest friends as I scoop Soren over my shoulder and wail on her ass with my hand three times. She yelps before she moans as I rub the sting away.

"We've got things under control down here, bossman," Zak calls after us as I take her upstairs, where I'm going to fuck her into unconsciousness.

Slamming the door shut behind us, I toss Soren onto the bed. "Don't fucking move." I bark the order like she's one of my men, but I can't help it. I'm out of control with my desire for her, and I need a minute to gather my wits.

Until I remember, she likes this. Fucking craves it even.

"Fuck it," I growl, ripping the rest of my clothes off and creeping up the bed towards where she lies. Immobile, as she was told.

Gripping her foot, I bite her calf until she whimpers. I need her fucking tears today. I haven't had a piece of my woman in too many days, and all the stress over the attack on her and then her cry in the woods has left me feeling barbarous.

"Weep for me, baby girl. I need those fucking tears like I need to breathe." I keep biting my way up her leg before moving to the next one and chomping down on her thigh like a rabid beast until I taste blood. "Fuck," I grunt at the metallic tang with a hint of sweetness because I swear she's filled with honey and sugar.

"Daddy!" she wails. Glancing up her body, I notice tears spilling down her cheeks, and I want fucking more.

Christ, I'm an animal.

"Baby girl." I whisper the endearment so she knows I'm still in here; I just need things a little differently right now. Her head nods slowly, understanding what I crave without speaking, and the beast inside me rushes to the surface.

Reaching up, I grip the front of her flimsy dress and tear it down the middle. Her gasp is sweet and filled with surprise.

Naked under the dress, I toss it to the side and flip her over. Pinning her down with a hand on the nape of her neck, I yank each of her hands behind her back with the other and restrain her in place.

My dick finds its way through her soaked heat, rubbing between her lips until I notch the head to her hole and slam forward. She would have flown up the bed had it not been for my grip on her. Cursing and crying fill the room as I pull out and slam back in so forcefully that I feel a pop inside her pussy, and I know if it were possible, I'd have pushed past her cervix and straight into her womb.

She'll need lots of aftercare and rest when I'm done with her because I want to feel it again and again until I'm ready to fill her up with my cum.

"Tomorrow," I groan as I lean over her back, pressing my head into her neck, pinning her shoulders so she doesn't move away from my angry thrusting, "you're taking a pregnancy test." I don't care if it's too early to tell.

"Okay," she sobs, raising her hips to me. Fuck me, this woman will be the death of me. I know I'm hurting her, but she wants fucking more.

"Tomorrow," I moan as I feel her walls fluttering around me, "we're getting you those pills to help bring milk into my sweet tits." They're mine now, not hers. Everything about her is mine. "Daddy wants to taste that sweet cream for as long as he can before a baby comes."

"Okay," she hiccups, cutting her eyes to meet my stare when I push her thick hair away from her face.

"I fucking love you, baby girl, so damn much it physically hurts." Latching onto her neck, I suck and bite as I fuck relentlessly into her body until an orgasm races through her form with the force of a bullet. "You still like Daddy to fuck you rough, baby girl?"

She whines out an answer. "Yes, Daddy. I love it."

Kissing her jaw, I lick up her cheek before biting the supple flesh and leaving a mark. "You're such a good girl, obeying Daddy's commands and letting me do whatever I want to you."

"Always." Her gasp is filled with surprise when I slam into her womb again. "Don't leave me, Daddy." The pleading cry makes my dick grow harder, and I can't move.

"You ready for me, baby love? Ready to take Daddy's big load?" Her head nods furiously as she tightens her pussy around my cock, milking me like the good little whore she is. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, Soren!" I roar out my release, giving her all my weight as she bellows through another orgasm.

As soon as my balls empty, I pull out and flip her over onto her back. Kissing my way gently down her body, I realize she must be hurting. Not just from how rough I was with her but from the force of her orgasms. Slipping three fingers into her still-rippling pussy, she hisses and tries to jerk away from me.

"Ssshhh, baby, I'll take care of you." Gently massaging the inside of her cunt, I settle over her pussy with my mouth, taking long licks of her clit before suckling the swollen bud into my mouth.

Loving on Soren is my favorite thing in the world, and when she sighs and her body relaxes as her hands sift through my hair, I use my shoulders to keep her legs nice and spread. Her pussy opens wider for me, allowing for the insertion of a fourth finger. Fuck what I wouldn't give to have my whole hand inside of her.

"Daddy." Her lilting sigh catches my attention, indicating that she's barely hanging onto consciousness. "I like that." Her sleepy eyes travel to where my hand works to find its way inside her body.

"I knew you would. Such a sweet little fuck doll for Daddy, aren't you?" She smiles brightly as she forces her body to relax further. "Close your eyes and sleep, baby girl. I'll take care of you."

Continuing to pet her clit softly with my tongue, she's sound asleep a few minutes later, and I begin prepping her to relax enough that my entire hand fits inside her tight pussy. Once it's in there, I can feel my dick leaking again. She's so fucking stretched around my thick wrist. I won't hurt her; I've done enough of that for today, but I intend to coax a few gentle orgasms out of her before leaving her body alone.

Scooping up her excess fluids with my other hand, my fingers dance across her asshole before I slip two in. She mewls and moans, like a cat in heat, but she doesn't awaken. Fingering far up her channel, I suck on her clit again, rubbing and massaging every inch of the inside of her body from both holes until I feel the climax reverberate through her petite frame.

Repeatedly, I take her to the edge, allowing the waves of pleasure to move through her until she's whimpering and trying to pull away. Carefully, I withdraw my hand as I get to my knees and push the head of my cock in her closing hole. With the hand that was deep inside of her, I begin pumping my cock in a vise-like grip. For as much as I hurt her, I deserve it back and throttle the beast that took out my frustrations on her.

When I feel the orgasm building in my balls, I withdraw from her cunt and knee-walk closer until ropes of cum spray out and across her body—her pussy, quivering belly, round tits, and neck. I don't stop until there's nothing left in me.

Collapsing over her, I suck a puckered nipple into my mouth, biting gently before moving on to the next. I don't care that I'm sucking my cum off her body; the mixed flavor is delicious, and I want more.

When she shudders again, I pull back and buff my seed into her skin. Pushing some into her pussy, I move down to her tight rose and force some into her ass as well. I want this woman claimed everywhere. Tracing her lips with my sticky finger, I reluctantly get up from the bed. Admiring the woman I will claim for the rest of my days, I finally bring the blanket up to cover her, satisfied that she's marked by me.

Entering the bathroom, I wash my hands and stare at my dick, still hard, still soaked from her juices, and all I want is to go back in there and fuck her again. Instead, I dress, kiss her forehead before leaving her alone, and head back to my office, where I find an envelope on the desk and a few missed calls on my phone.

As I look through the contents of the envelope, my anger is fueled by the desire to murder anyone who comes near my woman. Calling Zak, I demand he come to my office because I know he's the one who would have left it for me.

"This is legitimate?" I ask before he's over the threshold.

"Yes." He appears as angry as I feel while I curse up a blue streak. "I think we need to set a meeting with the man. Clear the air, so to speak." A salacious grin overtakes his face in anticipation.

"Do it. Have the father come as well. We need to send a message." He's on the phone before leaving to get things set up.

Sitting behind my desk, I take a minute to think about who is behind the attack on Soren and if it's connected to me or what her father wants from her. Or, more accurately, expects from her. The lawyer is a slick son of a bitch, and from what I've learned over the last few days, he won't let her go so easily.