"Are you always this optimistic?""No. Sometimes I have to fake optimism until the real stuff kicks in." She shakes her head, shrugs. "That's everyone, though, isn't it?""No." I've never felt like more of an ogre than I do in front of this ray of sunshine. Yet I only want to move closer and bask in the warmth. Instead, I grip the edge of the kitchen island to keep myself stationary. Lest she know she's getting to me. That the soft way she shares herself, her unclouded philosophies, is eroding the concrete slab that guards my insides, leaving me vulnerable—a feeling that simply doesn't work for me. "But I can only speak for myself. I'm alone here. I don't exactly get a chance to observe a lot of human behavior.""Is that by choice?""Yes," I say, too harshly, making her inhale quickly."You weren't always..." She trails off, shaking her head."I wasn't always what?""Hardened."My heart starts to beat faster. "How do you know?""I don't," she says quickly, staring down into her coffee
Her fingers begin popping open the buttons of her coat, one by one, her teeth buried in that bottom lip. And Jesus, she wasn't playing me. This is happening. She's going to keep her word. She's treating me to the world's most innocent strip tease and somehow the slow removal of the coat turns me on more than if she was removing silk lingerie.It doesn't escape me that her fingernails are nubs and her hands are slightly dirty, nicked and red in spots. Guilt begins to creep in slowly, but when she drops the coat, lust comes swinging in like a wrecking ball."Oh fuck." My balls squeeze painfully and I have to concentrate on not ejaculating against my fly at the sight of her juicy tits, the generous swells of her hips. She's in need of a few meals, but in no way is she skinny. She's compact and curvy. Delicious. The pale blue dress she's wearing does not fit her at all. It's a rag that hides nothing. Not the big, beautiful tits about to spill free of the soaked material, nor her thighs, w
Pain claws at my insides. A foreign kind of pain.It's more like an invasion of pressure. Everywhere. It plagues my loins, my tummy, the walls of my sex. There's a definite stretching there, my flesh hurrying to accommodate Ramsy's larger than normal shaft. And of course I know he's well above average. I work in a factory with women twice my age and all they talk about is men and sex. They laugh and tell me to cover my ears, no idea that the act of intercourse, the wild tangle of two people mating, has always made my panties damp in my factory suit. Their stories replay in my head at night before I fall asleep, wedged in between prayers for forgiveness.I can't help it.I can't contain my wicked nature at all times. It's taxing.For a few moments, I accept this as my punishment. The pain. The fact that I've just had the barrier of my virginity torn by a man with a far above average penis size—it must be nine or ten inches! But then...oh then, the pain begins to recede and another issu
"Daddy," I whine, working my hips feverishly, my hands fisted in the back of his shirt, his back muscles raking against my wrists. The slide of his shaft over that sensitive nub is making me feel funny. Shaky. Out of control. And I hurl myself toward the horizon, wanting to know what it looks like. Wanting the complete picture. "Please, please, please," I chant, digging my heels into his tightly muscled, pistoning buttocks. "Ramsy.""That sweet pussy of yours is starting to juice me. Tight and tighter, tight and tighter," he pants into my ear, rifling himself in and out of me faster, harder. "My God, you can't be real. I'm going to blow. Come on that dick now, girl. Fucking bathe me in it. From tip to ball sack. Do it. Need it everywhere. All over me."Permission.No, not permission. An order. From my Daddy.Yes.I lose all power in my neck and sob brokenly, my loins twisting savagely, tummy seizing under the onslaught of pleasure. It's enormous. Like being hit by a meteor from the he
Watching Julia vanish out of my sight, I feel as though the world is crumbling beneath my feet. She's the girl. She's...the girl I caught at the last possible second all those years ago? That's where my sense of recognition came from. There was something about her glowing optimism and soulful hazel eyes that prodded my memory, but she's grown up and turned into a woman. My attraction to the woman blotted out recollections of the girl. Blotted out everything—especially my humanity. My decency. My conscience.My God.I just fucked that teenage virgin like a wild animal in heat.Goaded her into calling me Daddy.Came inside of her without protection.The worst part is, if I had the chance to do it all over again, I don't even think she would make it two steps inside my front door before I was pumping my cock between her thighs. Not now. Now when I've discovered how unbelievably tight her pussy is. The kind of tight that rules a man's fucking life, makes him change his ways. Addicts him.
Her voice is huskier when she speaks. "Why do you suddenly want us to stay?"I'm starting to think I never would have allowed her to leave, deal or no deal. Allow this beauty to disappear back into the night carrying a child more than half her size? That would have cracked me down the middle. In the way only Julia can. But I'm trying to earn her trust and after what I've done, that will be a slow, brick by brick process. "Maybe the selfless way you care for your brother makes me realize how far I've strayed from basic decency." I look her in the eye. "I can't be sorry about taking you, Julia. You were...you are too fucking sweet. But I am sorry for making it an obligation. I'm sorry for being so goddamn rough about it. Are you..." Christ, is there a harpoon sinking into my chest? "Are you hurt at all?""No." She starts to reach out, to touch my arm, but slowly draws it back as if I'll burn her fingertips. "No...I told you earlier, I'm fine."My heart labors to work. "Fine isn't the sa
Halfway through her mind-blowing confession, I've already picked up Julia and boosted her higher against the wall, my shaft demanding I sink it back into her narrow little fuck hole and bottom out, repeatedly, until I fill her with come. And that's exactly what I'm going to do, goddammit. Is there any other option after she's just absolved me of my sins, unlocked my chains of guilt and admitted she wants to be fucked again?No. There is no other option.My hands ride quickly, desperately up the backs of her thighs to clutch the juicy globes of her ass, my hips ramming up between her legs, my mouth catching her gasp. I'm going to spend weeks pounding her. I'm going to keep her on her back so long, she's going to forget how to walk. She's going to know one single word. Daddy. I'll be the sun she revolves around."You want my big cock again, little girl?" I growl against her ear, already grappling with my zipper. "The ocean couldn't get you off, but Daddy knows just how, isn't that right
I hold Curtis's hand in mine and guide him out of the bedroom, walking toward the sound of men's voices. Funny, I'm usually avoiding that exact thing. But we're not in our little apartment beside the tavern this morning. We're in Ramsy Jones' home—and apparently this is where we'll be staying for the next while.Against my better judgment.My lips are still tingling from his kiss, my skin burning where his hands touched me.I've always thought—or hoped, at least—that I'm a smart girl. It takes a clever person to survive alone in Harding without any protection. But I'm beginning to wonder if kisses from this man have gummed up the inner workings of my brain. Every time I try and remind myself of what happens when I give in to the selfish wants of my body, I forget all of my reservations."Big," Curtis says, awe-struck, looking up at the vaulted ceilings. "Big house.""Yes," I agree, squeezing his little hand. "It's a huge house.""Who lives in it?" asks my brother, brows raised quizzic