Chapter Four

James

I have never been one to make reckless risks.

Calculated, sure. I can be deliberate and tactical, so there is no such thing as an accident or mistake when it comes to me. And yet…I am being reckless now.

This girl makes me forget myself and anything else that does not revolve around her. Even worse, I can’t bring myself to care about the fact that what we are doing is dangerous.

“Please…”

Nothing matters but her and what she wants in this moment.

With a deep, feral growl, I grab my cock and guide it to her virgin hole—and despite what she claimed, I have no doubt that she is a virgin. She sucks in a sharp breath, inching closer to me when I probe the thick head of my shaft over her slippery entrance. Christ, and to think that this girl is untouched. The innocence I read in her eyes translates to the rest of her, and I am about to corrupt every inch of her.

“James, please…” she pleads, rocking against me restlessly, snapping at whatever control I was grasping for. I inch my cock into her, stretching her wide until I feel the thin barrier of her innocence. With my gaze locked on the prettiest golden eyes I have ever seen in my entire life, I slam forward, sheathing myself fully inside her with a rough growl that echoes through the night.

She cries out, her eyes glazing over with a mix of pain and pleasure. I drink in her expression, fighting everything in me to not come. She is so fucking tight; her hot little pussy is wrapped around me like a vase, and it’s a test of my mental fortitude.

Mine!

This girl—a stranger only a few hours ago—means more than anyone ever has in my life. She doesn’t know it yet, but Abby is mine.

I will protect her with my life.

Maybe this is why I had to leave the military. I wasn’t sure how I would proceed, but in a matter of a few hours, this girl has become my purpose. I swear to be there for her every moment going forward. Everything in me belongs to this girl. My feelings are as intense as they are sudden and unexplainable.

But there is no escaping it. She is mine to protect…mine to claim!

The thought snaps something possessive in me, and I take her fast and hard, ravaging her like a beast in rut, but I push back my desire, reminding myself of her inexperience. But fuck, is it hard. This innocent little thing has the wettest pussy I have ever felt, practically dripping between us and driving me crazy with need.

Mine!

I clench my jaw hard and will myself into finding some control. I wait until blood isn’t pumping harshly in my ears to turn to the girl. “How is it, gorgeous?” I grasp her waist as I roll my hips gently. “I’ll take it slow if it’s too much for you.”

“No,” she protests, digging her fingers into my back and pushing up against me, wincing slightly at the sudden move. “I’m fine… I…”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“I’m not,” she whimpers, rocking forward, slower this time. “It hurts, but it feels good too. Please don’t stop!”

I keep my eyes on her as I flex my hips, looking for any shadow of discomfort on her expression but find nothing but pleasure. In fact, what I sense in her is impatience. It should be way too strong for someone who has not been touched before, but it seems I have unlocked something inside the girl as she starts rolling her hips faster to meet mine.

“I’m trying to be careful—”

It’s killing me, but I don’t want to hurt this girl when it’s clear that mine is the first dick she’s ever taken, and fuck, it feels intense. Her channel is wrapped around me like a fucking glove; it’s a miracle I haven’t exploded.

“I don’t want you to be careful,” she argues. “Everyone has been treating me with kid gloves all month, and I am sick and tired of it. I want—need—to feel every bit of you. Please, James. Take me. Have me.”

Take me.

I pull out and slam back into her tightness, her arousal dripping down my cock to my balls. Her tight pussy pulsates around my shaft, eroding whatever control I still had, and then I am thrusting hard into her. Her head falls back, splaying her hair over the hood of her car, her pleasured cries shattering the silence of the night.

“Mine!” roars a dangerously possessive voice inside of me, and I don’t realize I’ve yelled the word out loud until her eyes widen slightly before immediately turning glassy as I take her in rough pumps. Her pussy clenches needily around my cock, welcoming the violence of our lovemaking, and I can tell she loves every second of it. “You are mine, Abby Miller, and so is this body,” I growl, the sound inhuman even to my ears. “Only I get to possess this pussy. Fuck you so hard and breed you!”

Get you pregnant and swollen with my baby!

Fucking hell, why does the thought of this gorgeous girl swollen with my child send my heart racing so fast? I’ve never thought about any other woman in this way, and now… I want everything with Abby. I want a diamond ring on that slender finger and a baby in her belly.

I want her. I crave everything!

“James,” she sobs as I hammer into her wet pussy in rough strokes, and fuck, lying on the hood of the car like this… Abby is the most breathtaking thing I have ever seen. God, she’s beautiful with her tits bouncing with every thrust and eyes glassy and unfocused. Her pretty mouth is parted, and I lean down to sweep my mouth over her panting lips. The kiss is dirty and downright obscene as our tongues engage in a carnal dance as I fuck into her with fast strokes. My balls ache with the need to come, and I have to clench my abdomen hard to stop that from happening.

“Mine,” I rasp into the kiss, jerking her knees higher around my hips and positioning the base of my cock to stroke her swollen clit with every thrust. Her breathing changes and grows more labored, knees shaking as I drive into her, grinding over her sensitive bud as I do so.

“Feels s–so good,” she cries out, a rough tremble racking her body when I drop a finger between us and strum her clit in rough circles, sliding my cock in and out of her wetness, feeling her teeter closer and closer to the edge.

“You take my cock so well, gorgeous. This rough soldier hasn’t had anything remotely this good ever. Your pussy is so tight and wet; it was made to take this fat cock.”

“James!” she sobs, digging her heels into my back seconds before her lips part on a scream, her pussy clenching hard around my cock and squeezing me tight as a rough tremble takes over. Her pleasured cries echo through the night as I slam harder and more furiously into her, feeling my own orgasm threaten to explode.

“You are so fucking gorgeous, baby!” I say hoarsely, punching my hips forward three more times, and my abdominal muscles strain painfully before releasing in a firestorm. I come with a roar, driving my cock faster and harder into her pussy and burying my seed in her womb. Sweat drips down my forehead as I take possession of the girl and mark her as mine with my seed and scent.

I slam into her until she’s milked me to my last drop before collapsing over her as my muscles turn to mush, careful not to crush her. Her labored breathing matches mine, and for a hot minute, neither of us breaks the silence. I don’t move to withdraw my softening cock from her pussy. Give me a few minutes, and I will be back to full mast, ready to take her again, except I am not sure she can handle another round so soon.

“Are you okay, gorgeous?” I manage through my labored breathing, brushing my lips over her neck and inhaling her sweet scent. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

Abby wraps her arms around my shoulders and shakes her head. “You didn’t hurt me. I never… I mean, I know people enjoy sex, or there wouldn’t be so many of us in the world, but I didn’t think I was missing out on something so…”

Her voice trails off, and I lift my head to look down at the pretty girl, surprised to find her eyes shut but a smile lingering on her lips. “So what?”

“Magical.” Her eyes snap open and lock on mine. “So intimate. Is my heart supposed to beat as hard even when it’s over? Am I supposed to want to do it again?”

I know what she means, but I don’t want to bust her bubble by telling her that I’ve only ever felt this way with her. Even though the military occupied most of my life, I found ways to fill the my limited free time. I dated—albeit rarely—but I’ve been with other women. I cared for them for a brief time, but not once did I picture the rest of my life with any of them. Heck, I’ve never once had sex without protection until her.

Abby Miller.

It was reckless and so unlike me, but the thought of Abby swollen with my child sends pleasure rocking through me. I want that more than my next breath.

“You are allowed to want it again,” I tell my future wife, leaning down and brushing my lips softly over hers. “You can have it as many times as you want, but not right now.” She whines when I pull out of her despite my deep longing to have her again immediately. Just this once, I will deny us both. “I bet you are sore. You need a little time to heal before we can think about making love again.”

She nods, and I help her climb off the cool metal of the car before walking to the driver’s side door. Earlier, when I was looking for the cat treats, I noticed a box of wet wipes on the dashboard, and they are still there when I reach in. I grab a couple and use them to clean myself before zipping up.

Abby is straightening her clothes when I walk back to her. She notices the box in my hand and tries to reach for it, but I move it away, picking a few instead and moving toward her. “W-what are you doing? James!”

“Let me take care of you, gorgeous,” I say, backing her against the car and caging her in.

“I can do it myself.” I notice her flushed cheeks even in the moonlight, but she has nothing to be embarrassed about. Very soon, I will know every inch of her body better than my own, will have kissed every inch and learned what makes her tremble with need.

Next time, I won’t have to depend on the moonlight and touch to guide me around her body.

“Let me,” I say, bringing the wet wipes between her legs and running them softly over her inner thighs. She stands still as I clean her up as best as I can before finally pushing back to give her space.

She doesn’t look at me, but I can read the embarrassment on her face. “Maybe we should…uh…head to Valor Springs now?”

“Are you ready to leave?”

She shakes her head. “No.” Her eyes move in the direction of the town I was born and raised in. “But I can’t put it off any longer. Thanks to you, I am not feeling sorry for myself anymore. It’s time to face the past.”

“I’ll go with you.”

Her head whips to mine. “Y-you mean to town?”

“Wherever it is you want to go.”

She gnaws her lips for a couple of seconds before she speaks. “You just met me, James. I know we had sex and all, but—”

“When I called you mine, I meant it. You are mine, and I’m not letting you go when you need me.”

Her lips open in surprise, closing before opening again, but no sound comes out. It seems I have shocked my gorgeous girl into silence.