Chapter Four

CHAPTER FOUR

Raider

Late at night in my cell, I used to imagine the doll touching me like this. Every time, I battled to keep it pure. Battled to keep her imaginary hands on my face, or even my shoulders. Prison weakened my good intentions, though, as it does every man, and eventually I gave up the fight. Later in my term, when I thought of the beautiful blonde as I’d seen her that single time—riding around on her bike, licking a red popsicle—she went straight to her knees to lick something else entirely.

Hell, there I was, locked up with the world’s monsters, and their crimes ranked far worse than taking my pleasure with a tight little teenager. So I took and took, yanking her off that bike and replacing that popsicle in her mouth with my dick. I’ve been burning to fuck Delilah for so long, I forgot how much comfort thoughts of these innocent touches used to bring me. How they used to calm me. Make me feel human.

I wouldn’t call myself calm…or even human…right now. Not with this dripping rod rammed up against my goddamn zipper, calling out for this girl’s pussy. But the more her fingers skate over my skin, the war inside me stills. I’m under the spell she’s weaving around me. I’m lost to the sensations of her touch, the perfection of having her close. Isn’t she still scared of me? It makes me insane to think she’s afraid when all I want to do is protect her, but no one has ever been this brave around me before. What if it’s all a trick?

Please don’t let it be a trick.

She hesitates a second, then leans in and places a kiss on my stomach, burning me through my shirt. I have to grab my dick and squeeze until there’s pain to keep from coming, the show of affection is so unusual and unexpected.

Delilah’s gaze lifts to mine, understanding and surprise swimming in those gorgeous light brown pools. “You don’t want to hurt me at all, do you, Raider?”

I heave out the truth like forty tons of bricks. “No.”

Do I have a choice? I saw her slim hips and thighs when she took off her pants. Those peachy little titties. Can fucking her with this freakishly large body of mine be anything but abuse? Fueled by need and hunger—calling her my due—I’ve disregarded those worries until now, but they’re flooding back, carried by the gentleness she’s showing me. One touch and she’s robbing me of a lifetime of hostility and hate.

No.I need it back. I’ll drag it back kicking and screaming, no matter how she makes me feel. I can’t afford a vulnerability this damning. She’s damning me. Already my armor is dropping away, and I’m not even sure if she’s playing me for a fool. What girl in her right mind would be touching my haunted house face unless she was playing an angle?

Her husky voice drifts out of the near-dark. “But you still want to…have me?”

Haveher? Such an innocent description for wanting to push open her thighs and slake my monstrous lust in her tight body, over and over. “I am having you, Delilah. I brought you to this place because I can’t keep my cock out of you long enough to make it home.” I circle my hand around her neck and apply only a hint of pressure. Just the possibility of hurting her makes my stomach turn, but I force myself to keep hold. It brings back a frisson of her fear, and I hate myself for being responsible for it. Hate. “I couldn’t risk bringing you to a motel or somewhere respectable, because anyone with a fucking brain would look at you, then look at me, and know you didn’t come along willingly.”

Sympathy flickers in her eyes, and I bare my teeth to scare it away. But she only firms her jaw, refusing to cower. “Who cares what other people think?”

“Easy for you to say. You’re sweet and beautiful. Something out of a dream.” I lean in, getting right in her face. “I come crawling out of people’s nightmares.”

She kisses me.

One minute, my mind is a sky full of rioting thunderheads, and the next, it’s clear and blue and goes on for miles. The softness of her lips pressed to mine, her small hand cupping my scarred cheek…they might kill me, the sensations are so phenomenal. I can hear her heart pounding, matching mine, and for a sliver of time, we’re not so different. I’m not a giant, hulking beast about to traumatize an innocent. I’m just a man kissing his girl. My little blonde princess.

And she doesn’t stop with kissing. No, I can barely believe what’s happening when she slides up my bent thighs and wraps her legs around my waist. A tremor spikes through her when she seats her pussy on my dripping inches of flesh, but unbelievably, she doesn’t stop kissing me. Why isn’t she screaming? My dick is as long as her forearm, and nothing is going to stop me from pounding it into her. Doesn’t she understand that?

With a hoarse expletive, I throw her down onto the mattress, planting my fists on either side of her head. “You’re trying to trick me.”

My accusation comes out weaker than planned, because she looks so pretty with all that light hair fanned in every direction. “How is kissing you a trick? You have me locked up, Raider. My clothes are off. I can’t overpower you. I’m not escaping again.” She licks her swollen lips. “What would I be tricking you into?”

“Thinking this is normal!” I shout the words at her, but she doesn’t so much as flinch. “Thinking I’m normal.”

Understanding breaks across her face, and I want to sink down into it. Lap it up. Gather it to my chest and crush it close until that understanding can’t ever leave me. The impulse to scare my beautiful doll is waning, vanishing into thin air. “You’re the one scaring me now, Delilah,” I whisper hoarsely.

“A big tough man like you, scared of a virgin?” She peels down the straps of her tank top, rolling the tight material to her waist so her two little cherry-topped mounds are exposed to my hunger. “Don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone.”

I explode down toward her like a wild creature, sucking her tits into my mouth, raking my tongue up and down her nipples. Each breast fits into my mouth completely, and I gorge myself on them, my hips pumping in the air, as if I’m already inside her untried cunt, molding it to my cock. Personalizing it.

I’m braced on my forearms alongside her wiggling body, even though I want to pin her down, imprison her. But that would mean hurting the doll and no one—no one, not even me—hurts the doll. I can’t believe I even considered it. At this point, if she’s tricking me into thinking us being together isn’t a sickening sin, I’m going along for the ride. My cock is so thick and pissed off, I have no choice.

“I-I-I…” Delilah breaks off on a moan. “I like the way that feels. I didn’t know…”

“You better not know.” My tongue is moving everywhere now. Over her tits, along her shoulders, up the slope of her neck. I’m marking her. Claiming her. Figures I would accomplish it the same way an animal does. She tastes like spun sugar and I’m never going to get enough. Mine. My fucking doll. Mine. “You better not know how it feels having these titties sucked on, you hear me? I’ll kill anyone who’s thought about it with my bare fucking hands and leave them at your feet.”

I chance a look at Delilah, worried the stone-cold murder in my voice will put the fear of God back into her, but she seems…hot for it? That can’t be right. This girl can’t possibly be more perfect than I already imagined.

“Raider,” she breathes, searching my face. “Can I tell you something?”

“Anything.”

The curves of her feet come to rest on my hips, rubbing side to side, and I groan long and loud “When I fantasize in the dark, alone in my room, I don’t think about nice things,” she whispers. “Sometimes I think it’s because of the…activities that go on in my house. But other times I think there’s something wrong with me.”

Am I hearing this correctly? This slip of sweet and light thinks there’s something wrong with her? “Ain’t nothing wrong with you,” I rasp, wishing I could smash her insecurities to pieces with my fists. “Tell me what you think about in the dark, alone in your room.”

A flush creeps down her neck, shading her tits. “Not sex. I wouldn’t know where to start, really. Yet.” Her voice drops so low, I have to bend my head down to catch every precious word. “I think about someone protecting me. In the brutal way you do it.” A pause. “I dressed like a boy because I always felt like someone was watching me. Warning me to stay covered. Or else. And I loved it.” My balls jerk tight, air rattling in and out of my lungs at her confession. “Was that you? Warning me all the way from prison?”

“Yes,” I growl, reaching down to grab my cock through my jeans, rubbing the heavy bulge of it against the tiny strip of her panties. “And were you a good girl, Delilah? Did you keep this safe and tight for me?”

The streetlight flashes outside the van, giving me a hit of dilated pupils, glazed eyes and flushed pink virgin. “Yes, b-but I don’t understand. We never met—”

I put a stop to the searching question by stamping my mouth over hers, letting my tongue push between those tempting lips. She makes a mewling sound that goes straight to my head, and finally—fucking finally—I let my hips drop. And I hump that sweet pussy, drunk on the knowledge that it’s all mine. We never met face to face and she still felt the force of my possession from miles away through the cinder blocks. Maybe there is a God, after all.

Power and gratitude flows in my veins as my hips work in a frenzy. I’m not going about it quietly either, snarling and snapping my teeth with the force of my lust. Delilah doesn’t seem scared by my baser qualities, though. Not with her smooth thighs parted wide, her tits shaking with the impact of my dry rutting.

Shit, it ain’t dry for long, though. In no time, the fly of my jeans is soaking wet, along with her panties. And it’s not just precome doing the honors. “I can’t believe you’re wet for me.” My mouth rakes over hers in a frantic rhythm, our tongues mating in a way that seizes my chest. “Thought I’d have to use spit and muscle to get inside your pussy.”

As soon as I say the words, I need a taste between her thighs.

I grow crazed for it, my vision dotting with black spots.

Savoring one final kiss of her mouth, I crawl backwards and get my first up-close look at damp, white panties, twisted and stretched out from my humping. Lips peek through the opaque material, making my mouth water, my cock releasing a spurt of ejaculate against the inside of my jeans.

And I dive in, wasting no time in feasting. I’ve been fasting far too long.