Chapter 10

10

Jack

My heartbeat booms in my head.

My cock is so heavy and hard, I can barely walk straight.

I just know I need to get her into the limousine so I can fuck us free of this perfect agony. Christ, this girl obsesses me beyond my wildest fucking imagination.

And yes, her body has me pierced with lust, but it’s also her trust that makes me this way. Makes me fraught with hunger to be inside of her. I want her soft skin on mine, want her trusting eyes looking up at me while I’m fucking her sweet body. Her confidence in me is a drug. I need more. I have to have more.

We step out onto the street and I guide Maisy toward the limousine, unable to tear my eyes off of her. Her flushed skin and bright eyes, the rubber quality to her gait. I’ve driven her to the brink—does she realize how many times I almost went past mine in that dressing room? It was only a compulsive need to watch her grow into her delicious kink, embrace it more and more, that kept me pushing. But I’ve pushed myself to an animal state in the process and she’s about to bear the brunt of it, no way to slow down, no way to temper my need.

I throw open the limousine door and Maisy clambers inside on her hands and knees, right onto the center of the limousine floor, already whimpering when I enter the vehicle behind her. As soon as the door has been slammed behind us, I lunge for the girl and rip her skirt open directly over her ass.

My palm cracks down on those supple cheeks in a spanking I wasn’t expecting to give, but it’s as though we both knew it was coming. My instinct in regard to what she needs drives me, compels me so completely, my body follows it without question.

“You’re a horny.” Slap. “Little.” Slap. “Brat. And everyone knows it, don’t they?”

Slap.

“Yes,” Maisy moans, pressing her cheek to the carpet and arching her back, receiving the strikes of my hand like a long-lost lover, her cries those of a girl in heat. They saw from her throat with every smacking blow to her tight flesh, the torn panties she still wears allowing for no mysteries. I see her wet, little hole and I smack her there, too, roughly, turning her thighs to two trembling columns. “Daddy, I need Daddy.”

Fuck.I can’t wait any longer.

Not when she’s wet, whining and shaking for me.

God forbid she comes without me inside her when I’ve been waiting, waiting, starving myself sick for her tight cunt. I’ll punch the windows out of this fucking limousine.

Determined not to let that happen, I kneel directly behind her and yank my zipper down, my breath ripping in and out of my lungs. Vaguely, I hear the trunk opening and bags being loaded inside, but I see only her. Feel only my raging hunger. “And what does Daddy get for buying you lots of pretty things, angel?”

My question wracks her in a shudder, her hands reaching up and back to wrench the shredded underwear down her thighs, baring everything. Offering all that delicious pink for the taking. Mine. “You get m-me,” she whimpers, her hands dropping back down to brace on the floor. “Please. Please.”

I’m out of control. It’s left me entirely. I’m a beast with release in my grasp and I can do nothing but curve myself over her gorgeous body and guide my engorged dick to that tiny hole, working it inside and trying not to ejaculate at the soft, ripe feel of her. “Jesus Christ, it’s so wet for me,” I pant, planting my inches into her flexing pussy. Canting my hips forward and sliding, sliding deep until I’m completely buried inside of her. “Oh. Fuck.”

She clenches around me, fingertips burying in the carpet. “God oh God.”

I press my mouth to her ear, rear back with my hips and slam into her. Hard. “New panties and shoes and dresses. You like the way I spoil your hot, young pussy?”

Her breath catches, her flesh squeezing around mine. “Yes.”

“Good. Now listen to me.” I wrestle her hair into my fist, my hips slapping up against her taut butt cheeks. “I’ll let people watch once in a while if it makes your pretty little cunt wet, but I will never fucking share you. Ever. Is that understood?”

“I don’t w-want to be shared, Jack,” she gasps, pushing back to meet my drives eagerly. “I only want you.”

“That’s good, because I’m all you’re going to get, Maisy,” I growl, powering into her without restraint, my neglected cock cramming in and out of her perfection, lust building, building so rapidly, I know I won’t last long now. She’s too tight and the pressure in my cock and balls is too immense. “And you’re going to get me so often and so nasty, I’ll have to hire someone to follow us around and clean up the fucking mess.”

That moan, that sound I crave more than any other sound, fills the limousine, the husky feminine notes hurrying up the pace of my thrusts, catapulting me into a frenzy of mating. I’m devoid of any restraint, I’m owned by hunger, my hands holding her hips in a bruising grip, yanking her back, back, back onto my impaling cock, a vise tightening around my balls with every smacking entry of her pussy.

I could have come the second I was inside her—but I realize in that moment what’s forcing me to hold back. That sacred trust in her eyes is what I’m craving…my heart is begging for it. So insistently that I manage to pull out with a wince and flip Maisy over onto her back. Rutting my dick back into her immediately and holding, holding deep while I look her in the eye.

“I’ll never break another promise to you again,” I vow, taking her gasping mouth in a kiss, unable to give us air until she’s writhing underneath me, her restless thighs wrapped around my hips. “Tell me you believe me.”

“I do. I believe you.”

I yank up her shirt, leaving it bunched beneath her neck. Then I drag the flat of my hand down between us, through the valley between her beautifully bare tits, then back up to cradle the side of her face. “Tell me you trust me to take care of you. This heart. This body.”

“I know you will,” she breathes.

I bear down harder, fucking her brutally now, her words of faith in me like an aphrodisiac, a shot of adrenaline to my soul, my hunger. “You want my come in that tight little gash, baby? Or do you want to punish me longer for being a man?” I lean down and press my mouth to her ear. “A saint couldn’t pull out of this little girl pussy, let alone a sinner. And we both know which one I am.”

Maisy sucks in a breath and she slaps her hands onto my shoulders, squeezing, her eyes losing focus. “Jack. I’m…please, faster. Faster.”

I can feel the wicked smile curving my lips, even as the pain of approaching relief lances me, turns my breathing ragged. But the drive to give Maisy what she needs outweighs everything, so I pump into her at a breakneck pace, roaring at the ceiling as I hold back the deluge of seed waiting to power free of my balls. Her pussy makes slick little sucking noises every time I sink inside, and I gather some of that sweet excess moisture now, using it to rub her swollen clit with my middle finger and she finally screams, bucking underneath me, her pussy strangling my shaft with such force, I have no choice but to let the dam break.

“MAISY,” I bellow, seeing nothing but red fire in front of my eyes. “Goddammit, yes.”

Pain smothers me, twisting and stomping on my gut, clenching my jaw until I think it’s going to snap—and then the pleasure finally breaks through, attacking me from every angle, pulsing and flexing every muscle in my body, jerking my balls with hot jolts, come sluicing out in thick, thorough waves, releasing deep, deep inside of my fucking obsession.

My come and the mess it creates between her legs is obscene.

Raunchy.

I fuck into her come-drenched cunt with savage brutality, shoving her thighs open to continue receiving my animalistic thrusts, my mouth latched onto her neck, sucking marks onto her body, pulling her hair, gripping her jaw. I say words that are reverent because I love her and angry because she makes me so fucking horny that I could burn alive.

“Take that come, beautiful girl. Beautiful, sexy girl.” I hold her by the throat, pumping my hips. Pumping, pumping. Another wave of unimaginable lust pummeling me. “Take it in this fucking brat of a pussy.” I spit on her tits. “Keep it in there or I’ll unload the rest in your mouth.”

And she loves it. She loves my treatment, this innocent virgin who has become insatiable in the space of four days, all for me. Mine for keeps. Her back arches and she struggles to maneuver her sweet body to take more, more of the seed she wouldn’t let me spill until now. And it’s the most effective forgiveness that ever existed, watching her whine and try to absorb me. It wrenches the final ounce of lust from my body and I drop, sated beyond words or imagination, on top of my angel.

I roll down beside Maisy, wrapping her in my arms and dropping kisses onto her hairline, promising to make her happy. Only to remember by second day is almost over and while I’ve managed to win her trust, I still don’t haveher promise of forever.

I don’t have guarantees—and I need to get them fast.