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
As it happens, I'm...not entirely sure about leaving the house.It's been a long time since I've done so and the idea of venturing beyond the stone walls causes an ominous roiling in my stomach. But it calms when I look at Julia. So that's what I do. I stare at her like an utter maniac, soaking up her goodness and light, hoping it can pervade the darkest parts of me. And she seems to sense my disquiet, a gentle frown marring the place between her brows."Curtis," she says, patting her brother on the shoulder. "Go make you bed and brush your teeth, okay? Hurry back when you're done."He slumps, but when he receives a stern look from his sister, he sighs. "'Kay!"Off he runs, leaving me alone with Julia in the study."Is everything all right?" she asks me.No, little girl. My dick is pulsing for you in that thin gray dress that molds your tits just right and I'd like to ride you bareback on the floor. That's what I'd like to say. If for no other reason than to distract her from my obvio
When Ramsy leads us outside, his hand firmly on the small of my back, I decide that "car" is not the appropriate term for his vehicle. It's a limousine. Not a stretch one. But a sleek, elongated black town car with two benches of seating that face each other. Climbing into the rear of the limousine, I take one side, Ramsy takes the other—and Curtis promptly begins switching sides every thirty seconds.My brother is fascinated by the glass decanters and buttons and air-conditioning vents, his fingers leaving smudges on the sleek wooden paneling. But Ramsy doesn't even seem to notice. He's looking at me. He tucks his tongue into the corner of his lips and leans back, splaying his long, thick thighs, his gaze heating every part of my body it lands on—and it lands everywhere. My ankles, knees, thighs, breasts. My throat and mouth.I press my knees together but it doesn't stop the heavy tugging sensation that concentrates itself just beneath my belly button. Pulling, pulling. The way my se