Chapter Four

CHAPTER FOUR

Joseph

Ipractically rip the hinges off the passenger side door and gather Mila in my arms, kicking the door shut behind me and storming the courthouse. After watching her change out of her damp, white slip and into the purple dress while driving, I’m erect and leaking in my pants. I’ve got the taste of her sweet pussy on my lips and the beast in me is pacing back and forth, demanding to know why I haven’t marked her as mine yet. Why I haven’t buried my cock between her thighs and filled her to the brim with my come. My brain is wondering the same goddamn thing. I’ve never been a man given to tradition, but after finding out my girl has been living with a mad woman and being treated like shit, you can bet the farm I’m going to prove to her she’s worth the world.

And worth another hour wait.

Tops.

I’m fucking dying here.

Too bad. I’m the man who unknowingly left her unsatisfied for a year. The reality of that makes me want to tear my skin off. If I’d known Mila wasn’t getting off, I would have kicked in her bedroom window and drowned her in orgasms.

Poor little girl.I lean down and kiss her nose, satisfied when she snuggles closer to my chest, blushing prettily.

Christ, I’ve never experienced anything like her. The way she mindlessly rubbed her innocent cunt all over my mouth, not knowing what was going to happen, but trusting me to make her better? Her confidence in me is the key to a kingdom and I want to rule there forever. I’m never, ever, ever, ever letting her go.

A man passes us on the way into the courthouse and his gaze slides over Mila. I lunge at him and snap my teeth, sending him running. It’s happening already. I knew if I took Mila for my own, I wouldn’t be able to maintain the air of a man of God. My misconception that Mila would be turned off or scared by the depth of my need—and depravity—managed to keep me away from her. Now that I know she’s just as eager to explore sexually, I can’t stop myself from taking her.

And so begins the slow creeping in of my past self. Only instead of channeling my violence into my profession, it’s going toward guarding Mila. Keeping her all to myself. The jig is going to be up someday soon. People will notice the change in me and start to ask questions.

Questions that will lead to me being found.

Am I putting Mila in danger by claiming her?

As if the mere thought of danger has called it forth, I feel a prickle on the back of my neck. With one foot inside the courthouse, I turn and glance back toward the road, narrowing my eyes at a passing vehicle. Late model, black sedan. Tinted windows. Not common around these parts. Has danger found me already?

The notion causes me to misstep as I advance into the lobby and Mila looks up at me, adorable in her concern. “Are you okay, Joseph?” She rolls her lips together. “You’re not having second thoughts, are you?”

“God, no, Mila.” I find an open bench and sit down, cradling her close, laying kisses on her forehead. “I love you. I’ve never loved anyone in my life but you,” I murmur against her ear, inhaling her sunflower scent. “Being together is still new, but you’ll realize very soon that I’d crush any obstacle that stood between us. I’d crush any person, for that matter.” I shake my head. “I’ve spent so long worrying I might scare you off. It’s hard to believe you’re worried about the same.”

“Why did you think you’d scare me off?” She says quietly, reaching up to twist a piece of my hair around her finger. “Because you’re not who I thought you are?”

“Yes,” I rasp, pressing my mouth to her wrist so I can feel her pulse. “But there’s more, Mila. Something took shape inside me the first time I looked at you. I want your body like hell. So much that I can barely concentrate. But there’s more to it than that. I can’t stop thinking about to bringing you home and spoiling you.” I study her face closely to gauge her reaction. “The way a little girl deserves.”

Her swollen lips pop open on a gasp and time suspends as I wait for her to speak. After a few seconds, she crooks a finger at me, beckoning me closer so she can whisper in my ear. “I call you Daddy when I’m by myself in the dark, preacher. Is…a-are you telling me that isn’t bad?”

My cock turns into a fountain, gurgling come from its tip and I moan, twisting my fist in her dark hair. “No, Mila. It’s very good.” I tilt her head back and kiss her fluttering pulse. “It means you’re a very good girl.”

“I want to go home now,” she breathes, squirming in my lap with glazed eyes and peaked tits, driving me to distraction. “Please?”

The flesh pressing against my zipper throbs with such fullness, it hurts to stand, but I do it nonetheless, carrying Mila toward the marriage license counter. “I’m going to make you my queen first, Mila. And when we get home, I’ll make you my little princess.”

The woman behind the marriage license desk gives us a curious once over but I merely stare back until she flinches and hurries to do her job. I set Mila down, keeping her tucked into my side while I fill out the paperwork and slide it back across the counter. “We’d like to be married immediately.”

“S-sir, there’s a forty-eight hour waiting period.”

My smile is icy. “I said, immediately.”

A hush falls in the office. Fingers stop typing on keyboards and the woman holding our application backs away. “Let me just make sure the justice is available.”

Surprise, surprise. He’s available.

I take Mila’s hand and guide her into the sparsely furnished chamber, hating that she isn’t having a huge, extravagant wedding like she deserves. I appease myself by vowing that someday I’ll give her every damn thing she wants.

“Where is the one place you want to go?” I ask, as we take our places in front of the justice. “Anywhere in the world.”

Her eyes light up. “The ocean.”

Goddamn, she’s such a sweetheart. I’m the luckiest bastard alive. These hands have strangled the life out of men and yet they’re being given the privilege of touching this angel. I’m never going to look upon her with anything but wonder.

Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I take two gold bands out of my pocket and hold them out. “I bought these the day you turned eighteen. I couldn’t help it. You’ve been my dream since you walked into the church. I’ll take you to the ocean, Mila. I’ll love you the whole way there and every damn day afterward. That’s my promise.”

She takes a single step forward, opening her mouth to say something—before simply throwing herself into my arms. “You’re even better than I dreamed, Joseph Stark and I love you more than all the stars in the sky.”

Thankfully the justice starts speaking at that moment and I’m saved from having to respond, because I’m not sure I could around the lump in my throat. We stand an inch apart as we repeat our vows and slide rings onto each other’s fingers. I was already desperate to be inside Mila, but seeing her with my gold band on her finger dries out my mouth and brings my cock to painful attention.

Mate her.

Mate your wife.

And Mila is an innocent, but the way she’s looking at me and shifting her hips tells me she’s ripe for Daddy’s seed. I’d like to hike her skirt up and fuck her right there in front of the justice, but she’s a virgin and I’m making our first time special, even if I die of anticipation in the process. There’s so much she needs to learn and I garner my patience now, prepared to teach her. To make her mine completely and irrevocably the first time.

That being said, I drive home like a bat out of hell. Mila is turned sideways in the passenger seat watching me with stars in her eyes. And I make my own vow that I’ll do something every day to earn that worshipful expression on her face when she looks at me. That’s my last noble thought as we pull into my driveway and I throw the car into park, exiting the driver’s side, crossing to Mila’s door and scooping her out into my arms.

“This is where you live?” Mila murmurs against my shoulder, her eyes wide on my white, two story colonial. “It’s so beautiful. Right up against the forest.”

“That’s so I can draw my enemy out into the woods if necessary. I’d have the advantage of knowing the landscape.”

“Do you have a lot of enemies, Joseph?”

“Unfortunately, yes.” I kiss her forehead as we step over the threshold into our house. I check the near-invisible line of chalk I always leave in front of the door, breathing a sigh of relief when I see it’s undisturbed. There is no other way into the house without a wrecking ball—I’ve made sure of it. “You’re safe with me, Mila. Tell me you believe that.”

“Of course I do.”

“This is your home now.” I incline my head toward the entry way and staircase beyond. “You’re safe inside here. I would die making sure that stays true.”

Her eyes gloss over. “Don’t say things like that.”

“I’m sorry.” I lean down and kiss her sweet mouth, groaning when her lips part, allowing me to deliver a deep stroke with my tongue. Her tits press against my chest and she makes an adorable mewling noise that makes semen drip from the head of my erection. “I’ll tell you everything, Mila. Just let me get my cock inside you first.”

“I want that, too,” she says huskily, biting her lip. “Teach me about pleasure, Joseph. I want to learn everything.”

I’m halfway up the stairs before she finishes speaking, blood pounding in my ears. Upon entering our bedroom, I take a seat on the foot of the bed, leaving Mila turned sideways and perched on my knee. I’ve pictured her in my room wearing the purple dress so many times, it almost doesn’t feel real, but the sound of her pounding heart saves me from believing this is all a dream.

“We’re going to take this slow,” I say, dragging the hem of the dress higher on her thighs. “Are you curious about anything, Mila?”

She nods vigorously. “Why does that thing between your legs get hard?”

Christ, she’s even more innocent than I thought. A sense of responsibility settles over me, to teach her, to show her how we’ll give each other relief. I push her legs apart so I can see her wet, white panties and I trace a finger down the split of her pussy. “Only way a man can fit inside a woman is if his cock is hard. He’s preparing to thrust it into her pussy.”

“Th-thrust it?” she stutters.

“Yes, little girl.” I squeeze her flesh rhythmically. “I’m going to fit my cock into your virgin pussy and thrust over and over while you scream for more.”

Wonder fills her expression. “And then what happens?”

Mila has no idea she’s filling my every fantasy right now, does she? I’ve pleasured myself to the thought of teaching her about sex as her authority figure so many times, I’ve lost count. Now it’s happening and hunger is eating away at my gut. “Can I take your panties off, Mila?”

Pink climbs her cheeks. “Yes.”

She lifts her hips slightly while I drag the thin cotton down to her knees, leaving it bunched there. “Remember this morning when Daddy licked you here?” I ask, sliding my index finger through her slippery folds. “Remember how you felt at the end?”

Her eyelids droop. “Like I was exploding.”

“Yes. Men have their own version of exploding. It’s called coming. And I’m going to do it inside here,” I rasp, jiggling my finger against her hole. “I’m the only man who is ever—ever—going to come inside here, do you understand me, little girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Very good,” I growl, taking back my hand so I can suck her juices off my finger, moaning at the perfection of her taste. “Would you like to see my cock?”

“Oh, please.”

It’s getting harder and harder to restrain myself, especially because she’s so sweet and eager, but I swallow my urgency and stand, position Mila on the edge of the bed facing me. I move my hips closer and unzip my pants, taking a moment to stroke her hair and rub her mouth with my thumb. Then I fist my dripping dick and take it out, seed shooting from the tip when she gasps, her little tits pebbling inside her dress. The perfect combination of innocent and horny.

Daddy is going to ride you till he dies, little girl.

“Is it going to hurt?” Mila whispers, scooting backwards on the bed.

I catch her ankle and drag her closer, leaning over her body until she lands on her back, her tits heaving up and down. “Only for a little while,” I say, licking into her mouth and kissing her until I feel the tension ebbing from her sexy body and she’s back to whimpering for more. “It’s going to feel unnatural having my cock inside you, stretching that cute, little hole. But there’s nothing more natural than Daddy breeding his baby girl.”

“Breeding?”

“Mmmm.” I push her thighs open and almost climax at the sight of her naked pussy, pink and glistening in the afternoon light, like a rosebud after the rain. “Ripe little girl. You’ve been asking without words for Daddy’s come, haven’t you?” I lean over Mila and stroke my cock, just above her belly. “I’ve been smelling your tight pussy waking up and changing for months. Your body knows it’s breeding time. There are some people out there who think I shouldn’t come in my little girl. But if that’s true, why do you make my dick so hard?”

Mila’s back arches on the bed and she moans, squeezing her tits through the purple material. “Touch me, please. I’m burning up.”

“I know what you need.” I retreat back and catch her knees in my hands, leaning down to drag the tip of my tongue up the center of her pussy. Fuck. She tastes like heaven, sugary sweet and smooth as silk. My cock is leaking all over the bed as I devour her virgin flesh, tapping her clit with my tongue until she comes out to play, then riding her with long, thorough strokes, back and forth, up and down, until Mila is like a wildcat above me, ripping at the comforter with her fingernails and squirming her hips all over the place.

“I can’t wait any longer,” I growl, coming to a kneel and unbuttoning my shirt as fast as I can, ripping it off and throwing it aside. Until I’m shirtless, I forget my tattoos have been hidden from view since coming to town.

But I remember when Mila’s eyes go as wide as silver dollars.

“Daddy,” she breathes, raking me with her gaze. “You are a bad man.”

With my teeth bared, I take hold of the neckline of her dress and rip it down the center, leaving her completely naked. My personal virgin sacrifice—and she’s even more incredible than I could have ever envisioned with her dusky nipples, rounded hips and open thighs. I take my cock and smack it against her pussy, spend dribbling from my tip to slip into her folds. “I’m your bad man now, little girl.” I position my shaft at her entrance and she sucks in a breath, her expression half brave, half terrified. “We’re going to be bad together.”

I lean down and snare her mouth in a kiss, then I sink my cock halfway inside her, roaring my triumph against her lips. She’s restless underneath me, her whimpers less blissful than before, but I know we can’t stop now or she’ll only remember the pain. So I reach down between our lower bodies and tease her clit with my thumb. I kiss her mouth with every ounce of passion inside me and little by little, my dick pushes deeper into her tight cunt.

“Oh, little Mila,” I growl into her ear. “You’re a very good girl giving this pussy to Daddy. He’s wanted it so bad.”

“I’m trying,” she whines, shifting her hips. “It’s so big.”

“You don’t have to try. Just keep your legs open and let Daddy have his way.”

When I bottom out in her pussy, I wrestle back the bellow into my throat. Jesus, she’s tighter than I ever could have imagined. It takes every ounce of my self control not to throw her ankles up over my shoulders and rail her like a man without morals. That’s what I used to be, before she became the light of my life. As such, she’s going to get my patience, my concentration. My love.

“Take a deep breath, Mila,” I murmur into her neck, ordering my hips to remain still while I continue to fondle her clit. “Think about what we’re doing. Think of the picture we make. If someone was standing at the foot of the bed, they’d see my big, ugly cock inside your sweet, juicy little pussy. They’d see your cunt straining to take all those thick inches and the tears in your eyes. A beast fucking his beauty. Even drawing a little blood.”

Mila moans, her hands coming to settle on my shoulders. Discomfort is already ebbing from her expression, her knees grazing my ribcage. “I’m not a virgin anymore, am I, Daddy?”

“No, Mila.” I lick up the side of her neck. “Daddy owns your innocence now.” She wiggles her hips just slightly and pressure spreads in my belly like freshly poured cement. “Stay still, little girl. Unless you’re ready for me to start thrusting. Once I begin, I won’t stop until I’ve emptied every last drop inside you.”

“I like the way you talk to me,” she breathes, rolling her lower body. “It’s so wicked. It makes me feel like a woman.”

Our mouths find one another and mate, wild and hungry. After countless strokes of my tongue in her mouth, Mila’s thighs open wide and there’s no stopping me after that. I throw my left hand up to grip the headboard and I pound my cock into that snug hole, struggling each time to get it all inside of her. Her tits shake and bounce underneath me, her mouth open and gasping my name. The bed groans beneath us and I lack all tenderness at this point, because her perfection has turned me into a fuck-hungry animal. I growl an apology as I fold her body in half, pressing her knees up to her ears and rifling my dick in and out of her slurping pussy.

“Such a Daddy’s girl,” I grit out, grinding the case of my cock on top of her clit and watching her eyes go blind. “We’re going to be even closer now, Mila. We’re going to be secret special friends. Don’t you want that?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she screams, her nails digging into my shoulders. “I want to be your favorite.”

My laughter is dark. “Oh, little girl. It’s no contest.”

Mila releases a frustrated whimper and twists around in my hold. “I-I’m getting that ticklish feeling again.”

“You want Daddy to tickle you like this,” I growl, driving my cock into her relentlessly, my balls smacking off her tight backside. “You love it.”

“I do.” She sucks in a breath, then lets it out on a scream. “Oh, it’s happening.”

“Good girl, Mila. Drench my cock. Show me your appreciation. Then I’ll give you mine.”

She goes off like a little firecracker, her pussy choking my dick with adorable, little spasms. Her eyes are clenched shut and she’s working her hips. Working, working, rubbing her clit on the trunk of my erection and I know—I know she’s going to be fucking insatiable. I can’t wait to satisfy her as many times per day as she requires. If it’s half as often as I plan to take her, we’ll never leave the bedroom. And that’s fine with me.

“Oh Daddy, it feels so good,” she wails, her body shaking head to toe. “I love you.”

That’s what flips my switch. Hearing Daddy and I love you in the same sentence. There’s no holding back the tidal wave within me any longer. I couldn’t if I wanted to. One more pump into her tightness and I let go, moaning loudly into her neck as shudders wrack me, come spewing from my cock into her body. My hips continue to hump her mindlessly, as if they’re unwilling to end the heavenly experience of fucking my Mila. My heart is an applauding crowd of thousands, standing on their feet and delivering a thunderous ovation.

I’ve done it.

I’ve made her my wife.

I’ve satisfied her.

I’ve claimed her, made her mine.

“Mine, mine, MINE!” Those roared words come from deep inside me, my balls draining the last of their spend into her stretching cunt. I start to collapse, but catch myself on an elbow, capturing her gasping mouth with a kiss. “My wife. Mine. Forever and ever.” My upper lip curls. “Amen.”