Chapter 8

Chapter Eight

Locke

I should calmdown before I fuck her.

She’s a virgin and deserves the utmost care. Someone who will break her in carefully.

Not a jealous, sweating beast of a man whose control has deserted him.

I’ve never felt like this. Like my pulse is going to tear my skin open.

She’s so sweet, turning circles in the middle of the hotel suite, visibly in awe of the luxury, her hands pressed to her mouth like she can’t believe such a room exists. Even I can admit the chandeliers and mood lighting and view of the Strip are impressive, but nothing will match what she deserves. She deserves the moon and stars.

When I booked this room, I swore to myself I wouldn’t use it take her virginity. It was meant to be a safe haven from the lechers downstairs.

But now that we’re here, who is going to keep her safe from me?

I’m not myself. I’m not rational. Not after witnessing a hundred men all salivate over her at once. Not after one of them spoke to my angel in such crude terms. Another ten minutes downstairs and I’m certain the males would have converged on her, right there in public view. I had no choice but to put a stop to the situation before it escalated. I’d do it again in a second.

Now I’m being ordered by my head, my heart, my loins to mark my territory.

And I know that’s sick, but my cock apparently isn’t taking orders from my brain. It’s not going to be happy until it’s buried in her snug cunt and she belongs to me. Someday…

Someday she will leave me. So I need this now. I need her as long as she can stand me. When she’s gone and I’m broken, I’ll have nothing but these memories in the dark to keep me glued together. Or drive me completely insane. Yes, that’s a very distinct possibility, too—and I no longer care.

I’m operating on pure instinct, approaching her at the window where she stands, fingertips on the glass, overlooking the bright lights below. I demand my hands to be gentle, but they grip her hips and slam her ass back into my lap nonetheless, an animal grunt leaving my mouth when the tight crack of her buttocks cradles my aching dick.

She moans, her head falling back to land in the center of my chest. “Are you going to get in trouble for what happened? With the police?”

“Most likely. Yes.”

Her breath catches. In the window’s reflection, I can see the worry transform her beautiful face and mentally ask my maker what I did to deserve this creature. “I’ll tell them you saved me.” She turns in my embrace and slides her arms around my neck, her delectable body molding to the front of mine. “It would be the truth. You did save me. I should have listened to you about the men. They were…scary.”

A roar builds up inside of me, making me burn to punch a hole in the window, but I manage to keep the urge at bay. “Who put you in this dress?”

She swallows. Averts her eyes. “I’d rather not say, okay?”

“I’m going to find out, Sissy.” I peel one of the straps down her shoulder. “You would have been irresistible in a dress that fit you properly. In this thing? You might as well have been ringing a dinner bell for every man in the casino.” I tug the other strap down. “Including me.”

A blush blows across her cheeks. “You’re the only one I meant to ring it for.”

Part of me wonders if I’m dreaming. How else could this girl want my thick, ugly ass?

If I’m dreaming, so be it. I’m not waking up until I’m forced.

With unworthy fingers, I peel down the top of the dress to her waist, baring her tits. At the sight of them, so succulent and pert, my dick strains against the front of my pants. I feel like an ogre compared to her. She’s so delicate and smooth, so fucking smooth everywhere and I’m big and coarse and so much older, this feels like a crime.

“That man…he said something to me about drinking liquor out of my belly button.”

In response to those words, I shout a curse and rip the gold dress from her body, leaving her trembling in high heels and a pair of white panties. “Why would you tell me that?”

“Only because…when he said it, I thought of you doing it.” She trails her index finger from the hollow of her neck, down between her tits, all the way to her belly button. “I would love to watch you do that to me.”

“Drink liquor from your belly button?” Her face is flushed, as if shy, but she nods eagerly. “I don’t drink alcohol, Sissy.”

“I know.” She goes up on her toes and kisses my chin. “Forget I said anything. Even though it’s my birthday.”

My heart stalls out. “It’s your birthday?”

She hums. “I’m nineteen today.”

“Honey.” I wrap my arms around her tight, crushing her to my chest. Granted, I only met her yesterday, but I’m still berating myself for not knowing. I should have asked. I should have memorized every detail about her existence, immediately. “Happy birthday. I’m sorry it’s not going very well.”

“What do you mean?” Her brow is knit in confusion. “I’m in this beautiful room with you, Locke.” She bites her lip, peering up at me through her lashes a little playfully. “It got a little rocky downstairs, but I definitely landed on my feet.”

There’s an invisible hand clutching me around the throat. Am I insane not to give her whatever she asks for? “A little liquor won’t hurt. Just this once.”

When her entire face brightens, I know I’m in love with her. Probably have been since I saw her on the security monitor. God put this angel in my life to show me what real love feels like. I’m certain about it. And it’s making me whole while it simultaneously tears up my insides like a tractor claw.

“Take your panties off and go lay down on the bed.”

Giggling excitedly, she drops her arms from around my neck and shimmies off her panties, as if it’s no big deal. As if I don’t almost ejaculate at the sight of her bare pussy, her tits bouncing as she skips to the bedroom and leaps onto the bed, waiting for me. Fuck. Oh fuck. I can’t believe this is really happening. The sweetest, most beautiful girl in the planet is waiting for me to come drink liquor from her belly and put my cock inside of her. How is this real?

I’m breathing like a racehorse on my way to the mini bar, throwing open the door and grabbing a fistful of tiny liquor bottles without reading the labels. Kicking it shut behind me, I stride toward the bedroom, groaning as I approach, as I get close enough to see the erotic picture she makes, blonde hair fanned out on the bed, knees bent and raised, her fingers trailing up and down her ribcage.

I don’t have a condom.

That realization makes my balls squeeze eagerly.

Does she know any better? Does she understand there’s a risk of pregnancy?

Do I have to tell her?Could a baby be my way of keeping her?

God should strike me down for considering a lie of omission for even a split second. Fucking her without relaying the consequences. I’m a better man than that, aren’t I?

Yes. Yes. I have to be. For Sissy.

At the same time, if I don’t get my hands and mouth on her soon, I’m going to expire.

I toss the liquor bottles beside her hip on the bed and tug on my tie to loosen it. Then I reach down and unzip my pants, gritting my teeth at the rush of blood that heads south when I give my cock more room to breathe. “Honey…” I pick up a liquor bottle with a green label, untwist the cap with my teeth and spit it at the floor. Burying a knee on the mattress, I begin pouring golden liquid into her little belly button. She gasps, her thighs flexing and immediately, the substance overflows, running in rivulets down the curve of her waist.

And lower to her pussy. Right down the slick, smooth split.

“Y-yes?” she whispers, her hands fisting the comforter.

I’m riveted by the way her cunt glistens with the liquor, the shiny pool of gold in her belly button. All of her. Every inch is appetizing to the point of pain. “Do you know how a woman gets pregnant?”

She nods jerkily, her tits lifting and falling with shallow breaths. “Yes. I g-grew up on a farm. I know how it works.”

Maybe it’s a good thing she’s seen animals mating.

She won’t think it’s so odd when I rut and grunt like a bull.

“I don’t have a condom, Sissy.” Needing the taste of her more than air itself, I lean down and suction my mouth around her belly button, slurping the shot of…tequila, I believe…into my mouth, the liquor lighting a fire in my throat. “I want to fuck you without a condom.”

Slowly, she nods. “So…I could get pregnant?”

My God, just the thought of her carrying my child almost leads me to prowling up her body and shoving myself home between her legs. “Yes,” I rasp, licking the stream of liquid that has trickled down her side. “You know I’ll take care of you and the baby if that happens, don’t you? I’ll take care of you always, no matter what, as long as you need me.” I kiss my way to her pussy, dropping to my knees on the floor at the foot of the bed, yanking her to the edge by her knees and French kissing her wet little gash. “Mother of God,” I mutter against her velvet flesh, the taste fogging my brain, making me starved. Voracious.

She whines as I start to eat her out, sucking in stuttered breaths and wiggling her hips restlessly. “I…I n-never saw this on the farm,” she stutters, finally opening her thighs wider for it. Accepting that it’s happening and that she likes it. Likes my tongue on her sensitive pink pearl, licking it all over and pursing my lips against it, sending vibrations through it and feeling it swell up, listening to her whine and thread her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer to the place I never want to leave—the notch between her heavenly thighs. “Daddy. Please. Daddy.”

I groan into my next lick, overcome by the power granted to me by that title.

I’m tonguing my little girl’s pussy, making her wild. Making myself wild.

And I don’t stop until I’ve pulled her trigger, sugary wetness seeping out all over my mouth and chin, drenching my beard. Wracking me with lust so intense, I don’t know myself anymore. I don’t know who I am as I lick her through the orgasm and stand up to remove my tie. “Want to feel those perky-ass tits drag up and down my chest while I’m banging you,” I growl, ripping off the tie, followed by my shirt.

Dazed and gorgeous, she sits up to watch me, her eyes widening over my big, curved cock where it hangs hard and heavy through the opening of my zipper. She gulps, her gaze skittering sideways to the pile of liquor bottles. “Isn’t liquor supposed to dull pain?”

Before I can guess what she’s planning, Sissy reaches for a mini bottle of tequila, twists off the cap and drains it, looking surprised at herself.

That makes two of us. “You’re not twenty-one, Sissy, dammit. I shouldn’t have let you drink that.” My voice is growing more and more unrecognizable. Deep and abrasive. “Add it to my list of sins, I guess,” I say. Finally bare chested, I climb back on the bed, picking Sissy up with a forearm and dragging her beneath me toward the headboard. “I’m going to put my cock in that sinnin’ hole now.” My voice is guttural and I’m jacking myself off right above her sopping wet sex. “You understand we might make a baby?”

She bites her lip and nods. And I can see the alcohol has had a calming effect. Gone are the nerves I spied a moment before. They rush back to the fore when I wedge the pulsing head of my cock against her entrance, her breathing coming in harsh pants. “I want you so bad. I’m just worried about the pain.”

Knowing it’s wrong, so wrong, I balance my weight on one elbow and pick up another liquor bottle, using my teeth to open it. Then I pour the contents into her mouth. Wrong. Bad. I’m getting a nineteen-year-old runaway drunk on tequila and fucking her in a hotel room. There is no end to my depravity, is there?

I’m at the point of no return, though. As soon as she swallows the golden substance, I fist my cock and work it deeper, deeper, into the snuggest space I could ever imagine. It’s hot and slick and tighter than the center of a bolt. “Oh my God,” I breathe, angling my hips for that first pump and delivering it slowly, but forcefully at the same time. Grinding down hard when I bottom out. Can’t help it. I hear her whimper, but my ears are ringing, too, my dick the consistency of iron. Is she real? Is she? “Oh fuck, you’re a miracle.” I seal my mouth over the top of hers, pressing her lips wide to give her my tongue, working it in and out, trying to stop the tremors coursing through her petite frame. “My cock hurting you, honey?”

“A little.” Her pussy flexes around me and I see stars. “Mostly it feels good.”

Don’t come. Don’t come.I’m breathing hard against her mouth like a maniac, my hips giving firm mini pumps to stretch her out, get her used to me. “That’s a good girl,” I whisper in between kisses. “That’s my sweet pumpkin.”

There’s a flicker of burgeoning wickedness in her eyes and she moans, her hands trailing down and up my back, spearing into my hair—and God almighty, she begins to rock her hips, looking up at me eagerly, as if seeking approval. “Daddy likes that,” I grit out. “Don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” she says, her breath hitching, our bodies finding a rhythm now.

One that makes her nails dig into my back, her eyes losing focus. Fuck yes.

I’m getting ready to drop my weight onto her, yank up those legs and thrust until my balls give up the fight, but a pounding starts on the door of the hotel room.

Sissy and I exchange a dazed look. “Who is that?” she whispers.

“I don’t know.”

“It’s not the police, is it?” she says, clinging to my shoulders.

Before I can answer that I don’t know, more pounding starts on the door. “Let us in, Locke,” says an unfamiliar male voice. “We’re the security team from downstairs. Give us a turn with the blonde and we’ll intervene on your behalf with the police.”

On one hand, I can’t believe what I’m hearing.

On the other, this is exactly what I expected.

This girl is nothing short of magical. She turns men to beasts.

I’m a beast, obviously, because the interruption only makes me pound into her harder, my arms wrapped around her head, a snarl curving my lips. “Leave or I’ll kill you,” I bellow at the door, my hips snapping up and back, driving her slight form up the bed. “She’s mine.”

Sissy makes a sexy little whimpering sound and in response, there are twin groans outside of the door. More pounding of their fists.

“Need you to be quiet or they’re going to break down the door,” I pant, clapping my hand over her mouth and fucking her furiously. “I’m almost there. You’re so tight for me, pumpkin. So tight. They can’t have it, can they? It’s all for Daddy. I found you first. Mine. Fucking mine. Do you hear me? Look at me and nod like a good little girl with a bratty virgin pussy and a sweet face. You burn me alive. You burn me fucking alive.”

She licks the palm of the hand I’ve got curved over her mouth, her tits bouncing in time with my feverish drives, her channel squeezing me root to tip, ruining my life, giving my life purpose. Both. She does it all. And as if she isn’t incredible enough, her pussy starts to contract, her teeth digging into the meat of my palm. A second orgasm from a virgin. And it drenches my cock, giving me even more lubrication to finish myself off in a frenzy, slamming into her perfect hole once, twice, three more times, before my spine snaps straight and I lose my ability to breathe.

“Oh shit. Yes. Yes. Yes.”

I’m climaxing, but that’s a boring description for what she has actually done to me. She’s breathed new life into my body, baptized me in her purity, even as I took the purity away from her. Vaguely, I’m aware of several men knocking on the door now, demanding a turn with Sissy, but I block them out and focus on the bliss crossing her features, the way she milks me, so eager and wet.

I find my hand wrapping around her throat of its own volition, my teeth gnashing against her swollen mouth. “Feel that hot seed? That’s coming from an obsessed man, Sissy. I’m obsessed with you.” I hold her down and thrust over and over again, gratification making me shout into my closed mouth. “I pray to this pussy now. You’re my fucking religion.”

The final spurts of lust leave my body and enter hers and I finally collapse, winded, my mind reeling, reeling over what just happened. I’ve traded my God for this girl. I’m Judas. But I can’t find a single iota of regret in my body right now. Not when she throws a drowsy but worried glance at the door where men still demand a turn, and snuggles into me for protection.

“Dear God,” I mutter, apologizing to my maker for putting him in the back seat while I stole this girl’s innocence. “Dear God, forgive me. I couldn’t help it.”

Sissy looks up at me curiously, as if memorizing my prayer, then wiggles closer with a stuttered breath. “Protect me, Locke.”

Pride and possessiveness harden my muscles and I wrap her in my arms, crushing her up against my sweaty body. “Always, Sissy.” I kiss her temple hard. “Always.”