Once I’m completely seated down Hattie’s throat, I let out a loud groan. Fuck, she feels good. Every part of her feels good, but the fact that she can do this for me? Fuck, it’s like she was made just for me.
I gently massage the side of her neck as I begin to thrust a little and then pull out completely. She sputters a bit, saliva and shit everywhere, but she looks gorgeous.
“One more time for me?” I ask.
“Yes,” she rasps.
I ease back down her throat and grit my teeth when my balls hit her chin. Fucking bliss is what it is. That is, until my door opens. I look over and see Tasha standing there, completely naked. I quickly pull out of Hattie’s throat, but not gently enough, because she coughs and gasps for air. Shit, she’s drunk too. She’ll be hurting tomorrow for that.
“The fuck, Tasha?” I ask.
“After your day, I thought the two of you could use company.” She announces as she slides her fingers down her belly and between the folds of her pussy.
I watch for a second before I turn to Hattie. She’s frozen on the floor, but when she senses my gaze, she looks up at me.
“I-I-If that’s what you want, Johnny,” she whispers.
She doesn’t convince me that she’d be cool with it, though. She’d hate herself in the morning, and so would I.
No way in fuck am I going to make her watch me touch another woman. I could never allow another man to even look at her, let alone touch her, so no way would I put her through that.
I pull my pants up my hips before I take a step toward Tasha, watching as her eyes light up. I wrap my hand around her bicep and quickly turn her around.
“Oh, you’re going to be rough. Shit, yes,” she hisses.
I don’t respond. I open the door and shove her outside of my room, then I slam and lock my door before I turn to my woman.
“This is you and me, princess. Nobody else is in our bed, ever.” I announce.
“What about, what about the things you like? You told me you enjoyed multiple women,” she says, not moving from her spot on the floor.
“That was something that some sick, fucking pervert put in my head. That was the only sex I knew, Hattie. I never knew how to fuck just one girl, not really, not until I found you. Your body is the only one I want to share mine with. Just you. Nobody else.”
Hattie stands and sways the few steps toward me before she throws her arms around my neck and presses a kiss to the hollow of my throat.
“I love you, Johnny,” she whispers. “I was so scared when you were gone. At first, I thought you freaked out and left me there. But then when Torch showed up, I knew something wasn’t right. All I could think about was that they wouldn’t find you and I wouldn’t see you again. And I hadn’t told you that—I love you.”
I slide one of my hands up the center of her back and twist my fingers in her hair before I tug it back, making sure our eyes are locked together.
I grin looking down at her tear streaked face, her puffy eyes, and puffier lips. She’s never looked more gorgeous.
Sliding my thumb across her bottom lip, taking in her sweet face, the innocence that pours off of her—I relish in all of it. Because it is all for me.
“I love you so fuckin’ much, Hattie.”
Chapter Twenty-Seven
HATTIE
“I love you so fuckin’ much, Hattie.”
Johnny’s words come as a shock. Not that he feels that way about me, but that he’s told me aloud. This rough man loves me—me.
I press my lips to his and kiss him. It’s sweet and slow until his hand slips from my face to grab a handful of my ass. I’m unable to stop the moan from escaping my throat at the feel of his firm hold.
“I want to fuck you, Hattie. I want to make you scream for me,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Every part of me is yours,” I whisper.
“Not yet, but eventually, it will be,” he winks as he takes a step back from me. “Take off your clothes now.”
I do as he says, taking off every stitch of my clothing. Standing in front of him, watching the way his eyes devour me, I don’t feel like my breasts are small, or that I’m too skinny, or that I lack the curves of other women. No, I feel like the most beautiful and desirable woman on earth.
I watch with bated breath as he strips himself of his clothing as well. I notice that his side has some red marks, and I look at him in question.
“I’ll tell you what happened to me later. Right now, I need to feel your pussy wrapped around my cock,” he rasps.
I back up until the backs of my knees hit the side of the bed. Johnny moves forward, as if he’s an animal prowling for his prey.
He bends and grabs behind my knees, pulling my legs from beneath me and spreading them wide. My back and head bounce against the mattress, but my eyes stay glued to his.
He props my ankles on his shoulders, straddling his neck as his hands slide up my waist to my breasts. I whimper when his fingers roughly pinch my nipples and tug simultaneously.
“I’m going to be rough, can you take it?” he asks as he continues to pinch and pull on my sensitive buds.
“I’ll try,” I sigh as I arch my back, wanting more from him.
“You like the pain don’t you, princess?” he chuckles. I feel a sting against the side of my breast as he slaps me. I gasp, unable to speak as a rush of need runs through me.
Then that same hand goes between my legs and I feel two fingers enter me.
“Wet. Fuck me, Hattie,” he hisses as his fingers pump in and out of my center.
“Johnny,” I sigh, enjoying the way his fingers stretch me.
“You want my cock, princess?” he asks as his fingers curl inside of me and rubs in the most perfect way.
“Yes,” I mutter.
I don’t really care what he gives me at this point, as long as he doesn’t stop giving me something. His hands, his dick, or his mouth—it doesn’t matter as long as it’s part of him.
Johnny’s hand leaves my pussy, but it’s quickly replaced by the head of his cock. I inhale a sharp breath and brace myself for a quick entrance.
He surprises me, slipping inside of my wet center as slowly as possible. His eyes have me frozen, and his fingers are still gripped around my nipple, pinching me tightly.
The mixture of constant pain and pleasure is not something he’s given me before, and it makes my legs shake against his chest.
By the time he’s fully seated inside of me, I’m almost bent in half, my legs further than ninety degrees as he leans over me. He braces one hand next to my head on the bed and his other hand leaves my breast and wraps around my neck.
“I want your eyes on me when you come,” he announces.
“Yes,” I agree.
Johnny’s cock slowly pulls out and then slides back inside of me. None of his movements are quick or jerky, all of them smooth and slow. It’s the first time he’s been so gentle, yet with his hand around my throat, applying pressure at all times, it feels euphoric all at the same time.
“Play with yourself,” he murmurs as he continues moving his hips, never breaking his pace.
I lift my arm and, with shaky fingers, I press against my clit. Then I start to rub myself.
“That’s a good girl,” he rumbles as his hand squeezes my throat.
I whimper as I bring myself closer and closer toward my climax. My blood rushes throughout my body and then begins to pound in my ears. I open my mouth and start to scream as I topple over the edge.
Johnny’s hand tightens even more around my throat, and then I feel him move inside me with much greater force, slamming his hips against the backs of my thighs.
“Fucking hell,” he roars as his cock grows harder and then begins to twitch as his release fills me.
Johnny stays planted inside of me, but his hand releases my throat as the other one removes my legs from his shoulders and wraps them around his lean hips. He then lowers his chest against mine as his lips briefly touch my own before he nuzzles
my neck.
“Love this pussy, Hattie. Love you more,” he murmurs against my slick skin.
“I love you so much, Johnny,” I whisper as I trail my fingers up and down his back.
“Let’s get in bed and I’ll tell you what happened,” he grunts.
“I should clean up,” I murmur.
“Fuck no, you should not. I’m not done with you yet,” he says. My eyes widen before I smile lazily up at him.
Johnny pulls out of me and then tugs back the comforter and crawls into bed, propping his back against the headboard. I roll over and crawl until I’m beside him, laying my head on his chest.
He reaches down and grabs behind my knee, yanking my leg over his before he rubs up and down my thigh a few times. Then he settles his hand between my legs, cupping my pussy.
“So warm and wet,” he murmurs as he kisses the top of my head and gently guides two of his fingers into my core.
I hiss at the contact, my center achy from his pounding thrusts a few moments ago.
“My father, mother, and your friend Willa, kidnapped me,” he states. I gasp.
He proceeds to tell me about how his father drugged him and threw him in his pickup; his father had his mother drive him to their home while he rode Johnny’s motorcycle. He woke up tied to a chair with his father in front of him.
I can tell as he goes through the story that he’s holding things back, and I have a feeling he’s not only doing it for my benefit, but also for his.
He doesn’t want me to know about that part of his life. He’s kept his childhood and his parents hidden from me for a reason—to protect me.
“How did Willa get involved in this?” I ask, furrowing my brow.
“I don’t know how, exactly, but she was in on it with my dad and Serina. They wanted to trade me for you and take you. I don’t know what the fuck their endgame was, baby,” he mutters.
“Where are they all now?” I ask, completely confused and dumbfounded by what he’s told me.
“Sernia is being held in the warehouse. Fury’s dad is going to pick her up and do a trade out with one of his whores that’s causing issues. Willa is waiting for your brother to come and get her. Probably needs to get medical care,” he mutters.
“Did your dad hurt her?” I ask, pushing up on my elbows.
“He did, princess; but she was playin’ with fire, and I know if they had succeeded in whatever the fuck their plans were, you would have been hurt, too,” he murmurs as he wraps his free hand around the back of my neck.
“I should go check on her,” I say as tears fill my eyes.
“Gonna have to deny that request of yours,” he says.
“Johnny, she was my friend for years, and she’s hurt. I need to know that she’s okay,” I plead.
Johnny doesn’t speak. He rolls us around until I’m on my back, then he’s inside of me with one quick thrust of his hips. I gasp at the sudden movements—all of them, and then I moan.
DIRTY JOHNNY
“She was going to deliver you to that fucking monster. Hand you over like it was nothing,” I announce as I slam my cock inside of her tight cunt.
When she gasps, I grin. Sliding my arms underneath her knees, I spread her further, immobilizing her just the way I like.
She’s so fucking pretty like this.
Completely open for me, accepting me inside of her. When those pretty green eyes look back at me, I fucking melt.
“She’s hurt, Johnny,” Hattie weakly murmurs.
“I’m protecting you from that cunt, Hattie. I’m not leaving her for dead like I want to, and that’s because I know it would upset you. I called Andy to come and pick her ass up. I love your naiveté, princess, but you need to follow my advice,” I say as I pick up speed and power, thrusting into her tight pussy.
“I’m not naïve,” she argues as she arches her back and digs her nails into my biceps.
“You most certainly fucking are. And, princess—I fuckin’ love it.”
I don’t allow her to speak again.
I cover her mouth with my own and shove my tongue deep inside of her, fucking her with my tongue in tandem with the stroke of my dick.
I feel her pussy flutter when she’s close. Then she wrenches her mouth away and lets out a mewling sound like I’ve never heard as her cunt strangles me.
I don’t stop my hard, punishing movements, taking from her. I bury my face in her neck and I bite down on her soft flesh as I come deep inside of her, filling her full. I know my cum is leaking out of her. This is the second time I’ve climaxed in the last hour.
Fuck me, it feels so goddamn good.
“I want to see her,” Hattie murmurs.
“Fuck it. You don’t want to listen to me, then fine,” I snap, pulling out of her and walking over to my jeans.
I’m yanking my pants up my hips when I feel a cool hand on my forearm. I stop and turn to face her and am surprised to see the look of worry on her face. I expected a look of triumph because I’m giving into her wishes.
“I don’t want to see her just to make sure she’s all right, Johnny. I want to ask her why,” she whispers.
I move closer to her and wrap my arms around her, crushing her into my chest as my hand tangles in the back of her hair.
“You’re too sweet,” I murmur, pressing my lips to the top of her head. “You don’t talk to her alone. I’ll be there the whole time.”
“Okay,” she whispers. I try to take a step back, but she tightens her grasp around my center “I love you.”
“Love you, too, princess,” I whisper, unable to hide the smirk on my lips.
Love.
Fuck me.
I love this girl.
Every single sweet, innocent, naïve thing about her.
“Get dressed then, princess. Your brother should be here any minute to collect her,” I grunt.
A few minutes later, Tasha walks up to me as I’m standing outside of the bathroom, waiting for Hattie to clean up and change.
I don’t want to take her to see Willa, and it’s for more than just because I don’t want her to see the back stabbing cunt.
Willa is hurt.
I’d be surprised if she didn’t need some stitches in her ass, maybe more. My dad wasn’t gentle when he took her, and no matter how fucking wrong she was, I hated seeing a woman hurt that way, even if the bitch fucking deserved it.
“I didn’t cause any trouble, did I?” Tasha asks, looking up at me through her lashes. These bitches are too fucking much—too bold.
“Nope. But in the future, leave my Old Lady and me alone, Tasha.”
“So you’re a one-woman man now?” she asks.
“Not one-woman, just Hattie. I’m just Hattie’s man now,” I say.
I feel two familiar arms wrap around my waist, and I cover her hands with one of mine and squeeze.
Without another word to Tasha, I take one of Hattie’s hands and tug on her a bit so that she’s next to me instead of behind me. Then I wrap my arm around her shoulders and tug her close to me.
“Did you really mean it?” Hattie asks a few minutes later, her big green eyes open wide and looking up at me.
I stop and turn to face her, backing her up against the wall in the hallway. It’s in this exact moment that she’s showing her youth, needing my confirmation and assurance.
I’m not going to let her continue to question my words, though. It needs to stop. She needs to understand that when I say something, I fucking mean the words I’m saying.
“Meant every fuckin’ word I’ve been sayin’ to you, princess. I love you. You’re mine. And I’m yours. I don’t need any other person in our bed, just you and me. When I tell you something, it’s the truth, Hattie. I ain’t gonna lie to you or hide shit from you,” I state, bending down and taking her lips, brushing against them and tasting her for just a second before I release her.
“Okay,” she whispers.
Together, we walk toward the room that houses her hurt ex-friend.
C
hapter Twenty-Eight
HATTIE
The room is dark, and when Johnny hits the lights, I gasp at the sight before me. Willa is lying on the bed but she doesn’t look like her.
Her makeup is runny and her hair is a total wreck. She’s wrapped in a blanket, and when her eyes lift to meet mine, her face crumples and she starts to cry.
I begin to take a step toward her, but Johnny tightens his fingers around my waist, halting me.
“You should go,” Willa croaks.
I want to comfort her and tell her that everything will be all right, but I don’t. I stay by Johnny’s side. I have questions and I need answers.
“Why?” I ask.
“You left me,” she murmurs.
“Okay…”
“You left me for him, and I wanted you for myself,” she says, her voice low and raspy.
“For yourself?”
“I love you, Hattie. I always have. Why do you think I sabotage everything?” she asks.
“You love me, but you’ve left me in tons of dangerous situations? You love me but you tried to get Johnny for yourself? That’s not love, Willa. I don’t know what that is, but it’s not love,” I say as I shake my head in disbelief.
“Jay was going to take you and then it was going to be us, just you and me,” she cries out.
“You think my dad was going to just let you waltz out of that shithole, Willa? He wasn’t gonna do all that work for nothin’,” Johnny states.
“I never had a problem with fucking Jay, giving him what he wanted until I got Hattie. I thought that’s all it would take. Guy like that shouldn’t be able to keep it up as much as he does,” she mumbles.
“Clue in, Willa. Jay was a fucking asshole—an abuser. He kept my mom doped up for years, my entire life, so he could bring more bitches into his bed and have his jollies. Tight young things like you and Hattie would have never made it out alive.”
“Johnny,” I whisper.
“No, I think she understands how stupid she was, now—now that it’s too late and she’s all fucked up. Say your goodbye’s, Hattie,” he says, his attitude and words leaving no room for argument.
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