Chapter 2

Mark

I 've known Grant and Lydia Page for going on fifteen years. They moved in next door to me with their three-year-old little princess Ginny when I was twenty-eight. I'd lived here since I was twenty-two, finished with college and able to use the family money left to me to start my own company. I built my place first and a few years later, a golf course popped up and the area grew with more houses being built.

Never had a problem with that, and still don't since it put Ginny in my life.

I don't know when I first really thought of her as something other than Grant's daughter. I suppose I saw her as an actual person when she was fifteen, but I know when I saw her as a woman—last year on her birthday. Staying away from her became harder and harder, especially when she started her little teases at the window.

Three months away gave me time to get us to today but also for me to sell my business. No way in hell am I going into the office five days a week, working twelve hours a day when I can be with Ginny now. I've spent most of my life alone but not anymore. No, from now on it's going to be me and Ginny, and anyone else that comes into our lives.

I'm certain that Grant will try to take my head off when he learns that I've claimed his little girl as mine. Fuck, the only reason I've held off this long is because I'm not about to let the cops come between us for even a day.

Grant has no legal say in this anymore. I have more than enough money to take care of Ginny if he cuts her off, and if she wants to move somewhere that's not next door to them—well, I'm already planning for that. The only thing I won't be fine with is not having Ginny as mine.

I was certain that her little stripteases were for me and not some boy watching them over a video camera, but I got my answer when they stopped the day I left town and didn't restart until I got home last week. I've been climbing the walls since then because before I got home, she'd never once taken her top completely off but last week, the first night I was home, she came out onto her balcony and took off her top, letting the sun shine down on her perky bare breasts. I was almost out the door to come get her—to cover her up or to take her home with me I'll never know, but then I saw her dad pulling into their driveway and knew it'd be shitshow if I did it.

That was nothing compared to last night though. Fuck, I was harder than steel. My ten-inch cock leaking like a sieve begging for what we've wanted for far too long now.

If I'd gotten my hands on her then, nothing would have kept my cock out of her little pussy. I'd have broken down any door necessary, climbed on top and rutted her like a beast while her father called the cops. When she slid the tip of that fucking dildo inside her lips, I couldn't take it. Couldn't bear the thought of her taking what was mine to claim and called her after blocking my number so she wouldn't know it was me.

She's had my number for years but the most we've ever done is text, or the one call two years ago when she was home alone—the reason Grant had given me her number and her mine in the first place—and the water heater ended up leaking all over the laundry and kitchen. She didn't know what to do and called me to help. Thank god that was before I ever noticed she was growing up or I'd really have been screwed.

I couldn't risk her knowing that I was the one calling her last night. She would have heard the raw hunger in my voice and if she'd offered to come over and let me take her virginity instead of using the toy…I don't know what I would have fucking done.

Now, no one can take her from me. She's mine and soon, I'll lay claim to her womb as well, filling it up so she's tied to me for life.

I give her a hard thrust and she whines beneath my lips, her hips rising to meet it when I give her another. Her tight pussy is already quivering around me, and I've never felt anything like it in my entire life. I haven't had sex in longer than she's been alive. Not since college. It wasn't enjoyable. My dick never begged to be used until last year but now that Ginny's wrapped around it, I can't stop.

"That's it, angel. Come for me, show me you love getting that tight pussy fucked good. Know only I get it, get to make it come," I growl at her, my orgasm rising quickly, and I need her coming before I let it take me. "Come while you get fucked on this little girl bed. Your mommy's so desperate to keep you her sweet little girl, but we both know you're really a little slut who's been begging for a cock to fill her, don't we? So be my good little girl and come on the only one you'll ever get. Show me how much you love getting dicked," I add, covering her mouth to muffle her scream as she goes off.

It triggers my own which nearly blinds me with its intensity. Her walls grip me tight, coaxing every last drop of cum from me she possibly can, and I grunt as I pull out, seeing the mess I made of her pussy.

Streaks of blood coat my cock and I want to wear it like a badge of honor for the rest of my life, but I know that's not possible. My cum leaks out of her and down onto the frilly pink comforter I've heard her beg her mother to get rid of more than once over the years, but Lydia's had a hard time admitting that Ginny's not the five-year-old that begged for a full pink bedroom any longer.

"Look how pretty you look with my cum dripping out of you, angel," I tease, running my fingers through it as her soft blue-grey eyes widen, the pink in her cheeks fading a bit and I lean over her, teasing her lips with my finger that's coated with it. "Give it a taste because until you're bred, every last drop of it is going into your tight little pussy."

"Mark," she moans around my finger, licking and sucking on it and fuck, it wakes my cock faster than I thought possible at my age. I'll be forty-three in a couple months and even when I've fucked my hand while thinking about my girl, I never got this hard this fast before.

"You like that idea, don't you angel? Spreading these thighs and letting me breed you. I know you love animals so I can't imagine you not wanting babies," I add, and her nipples pebble into hard little points that put a smile on my lips.

"Are you going to make me call you daddy, because I don't think I like that," she says, her nose crinkling a bit, and I can't stop the laugh that bubbles up at the expression on her face.

"No, angel. You'll make me a daddy when we have babies, and they can call me dad and daddy. Pretty sure if you tried to call me that while I was deep inside you, it'd kill any erection I had because all I'd be able to see is you screaming for your daddy when you broke your arm when you were seven," I admit, giving her a soft kiss as her face softens. "Scared the shit out of me hearing you that day. It was one of the rare occasions I wasn't working on a Saturday and that scream you let out made me worry that something awful had happened to you."

"It did," she says, and I lift my brow a hint because it wasn't a bad break. Just the run of the mill broken arm when she fell off her bike. "I couldn't swim the rest of the summer or go to the water park because I couldn't get the cast wet."

"That's because my little girl doesn't like being denied what she wants," I tease, brushing a soft kiss to her lips. "You'll like being my little girl, will always be it, even though I'm not your daddy."

"Just the dirty old man that wants to fuck the little girl from next door?" she counters, her smile brightening as her nipples pebble once more against my chest.

"Wants to…no," I say, and her eyes widen again my way. "There's no want to it angel. I own you, your body, your heart," I add making her gasp a hint, hope spilling into her eyes that makes me smile deeper. "You love me, and I love you. We always have, just in different ways that now has it as a love between a man and a woman. I know I own you, angel. Known for certain it was for me and just me when you stopped your little stripteases after I left town."

"How do you know that?" she asks, color hitting her cheeks when I reach over for my pants, giving her a full view of my body and my hard, aching cock that wants back inside her.

I pull out my phone, opening the secure app, and turn it for her to see what's on the screen. There's no sound from the camera but it captures her entire balcony area and back here into the room and the bed where we lay. "I never said I didn't like watching it, angel. I just couldn't take the chance that I'd break one of these days. Being next door, all I wanted whenever you'd move over to the window and slowly undress down to those little bras and panties you like, was to storm over here, throw you over my shoulder, and take you home with me.

"The only reason I never did it, was because I knew your parents would throw a shit fit if I did. Your dad might have just wanted to come sucker punch me for it, but your mother would have lost her mind. She talks about how she can't believe you're so grown up all the time to the others whenever we have parties, how she hates that you're not her little girl anymore. You don't know how hard it was to not look her in the eyes and tell her that no, you weren't. You were my little girl now. My dirty, hungry little girl that wanted to be fucked and proved it by showing me what was mine even when I couldn't touch it," I add against her ear pulling a shiver from her as I kiss down her neck towards her breasts needing to taste them now.

"Mark…" she cries as my tongue wraps around one stiff peak as my fingers tease the other.

"Spread those legs, angel. I need to mark what's mine some more," I grunt, sliding into her tight, soaked sheath when she instantly does. "Yes, that's my good girl. So eager to be fucked. Owned by the master of her body."

"Fuck!" she shouts before I can cover her mouth, her body tightening around me so fast it brings my own orgasm racing to the top with her. "Mark…oh fuck, please," she sobs as I pound her through it, my hand sliding onto her neck, the diamonds on her collar the same pink as her bed, and it contrasts my dark tan intensely.

"Oh shit angel, never knew what I needed until you. Never knew how much I needed a dirty little girl to own, to control, to make feel so good even if it's by making her feel bad. You come so pretty when I remind you that you're mine, that I own your little ass now, how you're nothing but a little whore begging for my cock…yes, just like that," I praise as she comes for me again with my pounding and words. "Such a good little girl, knowing how to make the master of your body happy by coming like the little slut you really are."

"Maaaaarrrkk!" she screams, the sound cutting off when my hand tightens on her neck, which just makes her pussy tighten further around my cock, milking it with desperate waves, and I don't hold back. I let the tingling flow up my spine and fill her full as her body jerks beneath me, her eyes rolling backwards making me smile as I gather her close, kissing away the tears that slip from her eyes.

"Shh, I've got you, angel. I've got my good little girl," I promise, rocking her against me until she quiets, a flush in her cheeks as she looks up at me. "Embarrassed?" I ask as her lashes lower a bit.

"I…I don't know…"

"It's okay, Ginny," I assure her as I stand, moving us into her bathroom after a glance at the clock shows how late it's gotten. Her dinner will start in a little over an hour and as much as I want to take her home right now, I know she needs to give her parents this. Then I can take her home with me and keep her.

"You don't think…"

"What? That you're actually a whore or a slut?" I state as I set her on her feet under the warm stream of water. "Gin, I just took your virginity. It's still on my cock so no, I don't think you're a slut or whore in the way the terms are used to mean someone that sleeps around. Do I think you're a little cock whore that's desperate for mine to fill her slutty little pussy that's hungry all the time for it?" I add putting a delightful glow into her cheeks and eyes as I tip her face up to mine. "Yes, but I also know it's only for me. Seen it time and again how you don't want the boys that come to these things. You want to be fucked, but only by me, don't you?"

"Yes, just you, always you," she sighs as I tip her head back into the water to wash her hair. The pieces around her face were already starting to frizz up thanks to the sweat that formed between us. She straightened it for her graduation, and I hate it that way, love it natural—even if it's not perfectly uniform. Her mother always complains about it. How parts of it don't have as much definition in the wave pattern as the rest and how some parts are overly curly and not just wavy and it looks a mess unless it's straightened and then curled, if she—Lydia—wants it in a curly style.

"It's been the same for me since last year at your birthday party. You came out wearing that green dress, your hair in those ridiculously perfect waves that had the ends teasing the rounded edge of your gorgeous breasts in that tiny top, and it hit me like a freight train. All I could see was you spread out under me, letting me fuck you dark and dirty," I admit, and her eyes glitter happily up at me, and I love how short she is compared to me even if it might kill my back to have to lean down to kiss her all the time.

"I never wanted any of the boys at school freshman year although the rest of my class was was being stupid and desperate to have sex. Then I went out for a walk one morning because we were going on a stupid vacation in a few days and I wouldn't get to spend time going down to the animal shelter to help out as I had been," she tells me as I turn her around to shampoo her hair. A little moan slips free from her throat as my fingers massage her scalp and I make a mental note to do it more when we have more time. "I was walking along the little path behind our houses. It was about six something in the morning and I heard you in the pool. I came up the path to see if you could convince me parents to let me stay home instead of going with them and saw you pushing yourself up out of the water."

"Naked," I state seeing the color slip into her cheeks. "I used to go out and swim most mornings before work. Hated wearing a suit when it was just me."

"I never understood the desire to touch someone…be touched by a man until then. You were magnificent and I told myself that no one but you would ever touch me the way I wanted. I'd sneak out to watch you whenever possible after that, touch myself wishing it were you, but you stopped doing it…"

"The summer you turned seventeen," I finish for her. "I couldn't risk being even closer to you while naked after that. Knowing how much I wanted you, was desperate to have you under me even if it'd cause a full shit storm, I couldn't risk it—risk losing you when it was just a year. One year before I could claim you. I knew you had a crush after Labor Day but had no clue you'd been hungry for so long. Let me make it up to you now, angel."

"How?" she asks, her breathing picking up, her nipples hardening into little peaks again and fuck, how am I supposed to make it through dinner without another taste of her?

I don't answer with words as I sink down to my knees, parting her thighs and give her pussy a long lick. It tastes better with me inside her now, and I lift her leg onto my shoulder, devouring her as she clings to my hair and shoulder. I push her higher and higher, easing back before she goes off, drawing it out until she's whimpering, clutching me tighter against her sweet cunt.

"You taste so good, angel. Make such sweet cream for me to eat. You're going to give me more now, aren't you? Fill my mouth with it while you come but don't you dare make a single sound," I add, her pussy clenching around my finger teasing it. "The door might be locked but I know that won't keep anyone from breaking it down to get a taste hearing you go off. They'll want some for themselves but it's mine. All mine , so be my good girl and give it to me."

My mouth covers her pussy again, my teeth grazing her clit, and she comes for me, flooding me with her heavenly taste, but my eyes are on her as she slaps a hand over her mouth, the shout of her release muffled against it. She chokes back the rest as I slip another finger into her pussy, finger fucking it hard until she comes for me once more. Listening and watching her choke back her need to scream with her release has my cock dripping with the need to come as well.

As she goes off around my fingers, I slip them out of her and fill her with my cock as I stand pushing her up against the wall. I lick my fingers clean as she watches, her lids heavy as the pleasure washes through her, and it only takes two pumps before I'm joining her in it, my mouth taking over for her hand to muffle her cries.

"Mark," she sighs when I pull out and the little gush of cum that slips down her thighs make my cock half hard once more.

"I love you, angel and as much as I want to keep doing this, all night, someone will come looking for you if you miss dinner," I warn and she nods, a sleepy smile on her lips that I steal quickly before washing her since her legs will barely support her.

By the time she's clean, I'm hard again and I sit her on her vanity, pushing just the tip of my cock inside her tight pussy and jerk the rest of my length off as her hungry eyes watch. My free hand is holding the back of her neck, and I don't want to release her, but I do want her to come with me.

"Give me your fingers. Put them in my mouth," I add when her eyes come up to mine not understanding what I mean.

Her blush as she does what I ask just makes me harder, and I suck her fingers, wetting them completely before pulling back letting them slip from my lips. "Now rub that clit so you're ready to come when I do. I want to see you get yourself off while I breed your swollen pussy that can't take all of my cock again right now."

"Mark," she moans but does as I tell her, rubbing her clit in hard little circles, which makes her breathing increase, and her breasts jiggle as her breath starts to come out in pants. "Oh fuck, please…I'm going to come. Give me yours, fill me…breed me," she adds and that's all it takes for me to go off.

My hand tightens on her neck, bringing her head up and I steal her lips in a long, soft kiss as she cries tightening around the length I gave her, coaxing every drop of cum from my tip as I pull back, and it pulls a last spurt of it that lands on her pussy lips.

"Fuck that's pretty, angel. I think your pussy's always going to have to look like this. Between my collar on you," I state, enjoying the way she breaths in as I play with the knot, excitement in her eyes that I can't wait to play with, "and my cum on it, maybe it'll be enough proof you're owned before your belly pops out and proves it."

"You won't hear any complaints from me about it. Well, maybe a few when you have to go to work, but I can always come to your office and let you own me more," she suggests and shit, the idea of fucking her on my desk is just one of the fantasies I had about her this past year. It won't be happening now that I've sold everything off, but I can do it in my home office just as easily.

"We can talk about that after dinner when I take you home with me. I'm not being apart from you again, angel," I add at her slight surprise. "Your parents might not know it, but dinner is the last time that you're just theirs. After it, you're going to be my little girl entirely when I tell them they can either support this or not, but they won't do anything to hurt or upset you without coming through me."

"You mean it? You're going to tell them tonight? You don't want to wait and make sure…"

I cut off her worried questions with a long, hard kiss that has her moaning against me. "There's no making sure, angel. You're mine and I won't live another day without you beside me. My ring is going to be on your finger before your belly pops too, so if you want a fancy wedding, you better start planning, because the diamond that matches these," I say, giving the knot a little tap, "is waiting for you at home and it's going on tonight."

"I just want you, Mark. That's all I've ever wanted," she says, and I can't resist giving her another kiss before knowing we have to get ready for dinner.

I approve of the dress she sets out to wear after we've dried her hair, the waves natural since I refused to let her straighten it. I can't wait to fist my hands in it while I fuck her tonight. When I come out of the bathroom dressed, I find her in her underwear as she starts to pull on her dress. I kneel down in front of her, taking her panties off her before slipping them into my pocket as her eyes search my face curiously. "I don't want anything coming between me and what's mine. You'll only cover it with what I say you can from now on angel."

"You're the boss," she teases, and I give her ass a swat for her sass before letting her finish getting dressed. I made an excuse about the office needing me to explain departing the party earlier but said I'd be there for the dinner still, so no one should have questions about it right now. I'm sure there will be plenty once they learn Ginny's mind, but she's what matters, not their opinions on this—us.