“This is the manager! Open the door!”
“Hold on,” Ashton growls.
He drags the metal rack away from the door and yanks it open. The manager is standing in the hall, red-faced and looking pissed. Until he sees the size of Ashton and the look on his face.
The man cowers before my eyes and drops his submissive gaze to the floor. “Sorry, sir. You can’t be in here.”
Ashton grabs my wrist, grunts at the guy, and pulls me out of there.
I have to jog to keep up with him as he pulls me back into the hall where the party is going strong. He heads right for the door that I know leads up to his hotel room, but the bride, who is now my new stepmother, blocks our way.
“Violet,” she says as she grabs my other arm. “It’s time for the bouquet toss. I waited for you since it’s the only chance you’ll have to get married.”
Her vile eyes suddenly dart over and she sees Ashton’s hand wrapped around my wrist. A cruel smile creeps across her mouth and I shudder.
Shit.
Busted.
Chapter Eight
Violet
I end up catching the bouquet. Probably because Becky whips it right at me.
It hits me in the chest and I wrap my hands around, hoping the old superstition is true. I want to be the next girl to be married and I know to who.
Ashton is watching me from the edge of the dance floor. I pulled my hair down since it was a big mess and he can’t seem to take his eyes off it.
Becky has a wicked grin on her face as she struts over. She’s all smiles and nice words to the crowd, but once she leans in close, it’s all mean words and vile.
“Sadly, Violet, I don’t even think that fate would be able to get you a man.” She’s shaking her head and looking at me with pity.
My jaw is clenched as I glare back at her. Hate is radiating off me.
“I can get a man.” I already have one.
She tilts her head and shakes it like I’m the most naive girl in the world.
“I’m sure you can get an old man drunk enough to use you as a cum dumpster for one night. But try to keep him around in the morning and you’ll find out just how truly interested he is in you. I think you’ll be very disappointed.”
“You’re a real bitch, Becky.”
I want to lay this cunt out with a punch to the jaw, but I wouldn’t do that to my dad.
Her cruel green eyes narrow on me. “You think I’ve been a bitch? You haven’t seen anything. Watch this shit.”
My stomach drops as she charges away. She heads straight for my father who is speaking with two of his managers that work for him. They’re beside the five-layered cake with the happy little plastic couple on top.
I race after her as dread creeps through me.
“Thomas!” she snaps. My father turns around and the two managers quickly leave when they see her pissed off face. Smart move. It’s probably why my father promoted them.
“What?” He looks from her to me with a confused look on his face. “What happened?”
“I’m distressed,” she says as she wipes the back of her forehead with her hand. I haven’t seen such bad acting since my high school put on Macbeth. “I discovered your daughter doing something naughty.”
He chuckles as he looks at me. “It’s a wedding, Becky. She can have a couple of drinks. I don’t mind.”
“It’s not straws that she’s been sucking on.”
No. My chest tightens. I feel dizzy.
“Your daughter has been sleeping around with Ashton!”
My body tenses as I wait for the thunder to come, but my dad just starts laughing. Hard. Becky looks furious as it turns into a deep belly laugh.
“It’s true,” she snaps as she crosses her arms. “I saw them together.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” he says as he wipes the tears from his eyes. “Ashton got here right before the wedding.”
“Ask her.”
They both turn to me and my face gives it all away.
“You?” he says as his face turns pale. “And Ashton…”
He charges away and I hurry to follow him, but Becky grabs me and yanks me back. She’s got a triumphant look on her face.
“I guess daddy’s little girl is not so perfect. He’s my daddy now.”
I’m done playing nice with this cunt. I grab the top layer of the cake and ram it into her face.
I grind it hard against her before letting it go.
And then I leave.
Chapter Nine
Ashton
Now I know how all those poor rugby players felt when the great Thomas the Tank came charging at them. His face is red. His nostrils are flaring. He’s ready to break something and he’s got his eyes on me.
My best friend looks pissed.
He grabs my collar and doesn’t stop moving until we’re outside.
The last thing I want to do is fight with my oldest friend, especially at his wedding.
Apparently, he doesn’t feel the same way.
He grabs me by the lapel and slams my back into the brick wall. I grunt as the back of my head bounces off the brick.
“What did you do?” he screams into my face.
A few people follow us out and are watching with shocked looks on their faces. “Get the fuck back inside!” he shouts and they all scatter like roaches.
“You, and my… Violet?”
“I love her, Thomas.”
He punches me hard in the stomach. I bend over with a grunt.
Luckily, I don’t miss too many ab days or that big cinderblock fist would have gone right through to my spine.
“I fucking love her.”
He cocks his fist back and I wince when I see him clenching his jaw.
“Hit me if you want, but it’s not going to change a damn thing.”
He slams his fist into my cheek and I see stars. My leg gives out and I drop to a knee.
I think I could take him. I’ve been hitting the gym over the years, while he’s been hitting the donuts, but I’m not going to fight back. Not with him.
I’d kill for Violet, but I’d also take a beating for her.
Water fills my eyes as pain shoots through my brain like bolts of lightning. He grabs my collar and yanks me up. Before I know it, his big hands are pinning me against the brick wall again.
“She’s my fucking daughter!” he screams into my face. His hot breath and spit slam into my bruised cheek. “She’s eighteen-years-old!”
He hits me again, and again, and again.
Two to the stomach, then one to my nose.
I drop down, coughing and bleeding from my nostrils. I feel the warmth of it trickling onto my lips as the taste of copper fills my mouth.
His chest is heaving and his big fist is cocked back, ready to dish out more.
“You know me better than anyone, Thomas,” I say between coughs. “When have I ever used a girl? You know me. I don’t sleep around. I haven’t had sex in four years.”
The mention of sex gets me another punch to the temple and it sends the world spinning for a few seconds. Poor choice of words. I guess I deserved that one.
“I’d never touch your daughter unless it was true love. You know that.”
He staring at me with fire in his eyes as he squeezes his fist. “She’s my little girl. She’s so pure and innocent, and you want to take that from her.”
I will take that from her. A million beatings can’t stop that.
“I love her, Thomas. We’re going to be together. You can fight it, but it’s going to happen.”
He cocks his fist back and I close my eyes and wince, but it never comes.
“Get the fuck out of here,” he says when I open my eyes. “You’re dead to me.”
I walk into my hotel room feeling like shit. My eye is starting to swell up and my lip is all busted open. But that’s not what’s bothering me.
I fucked things up with Thomas.
He’ll probably never speak to me again. He’ll probab
ly want to kill me when he finds out that I’m bringing his daughter to London.
And I am.
Even after that beating, I’m taking her.
There’s no way I can let that girl go. I’ve tasted that sweet nectar she’s got between those thick legs and nothing—even the threat of Thomas the Tank hunting me down—is going to stop me.
I unbutton my ripped shirt and pull it off my body. I’m all bruised up.
Where the fuck is she?
It’s all I can think about. It’s making me all prickly inside that I don’t know where she is. I don’t know who she’s talking to. Who’s looking at her.
“Fuck.” I slam my fist into the bed as my pulse starts racing.
I want her here. Now.
I need to keep track of her better than this. My mind goes to fucked up places. Locking a tracking device on her ankle. Tying her to the bed.
“I can’t stay here,” I mutter as I grab my shirt. I need to find her. I need to know where she is.
I rush to the door and open it, but I jump back with a gasp when I nearly run her over. She’s standing in the doorway with tears in her eyes.
The anger just rushes out of me as I take her in my arms and pull her into the room. She melts against my bare chest and sobs. Her wet tears streak my hot skin and it makes my cock rock hard.
I just hold her tight and let her cry. I’ll be the shoulder for her to cry on. I’ll be her rock. I’ll be whatever she needs.
My nose goes to her hair and I inhale long and deep, sucking in the delicious vanilla scent of her shampoo. It fills my bruised nose and makes me lightheaded.
“Oh my god,” she says when she sees a bruise on my ribs. It’s already turning blue. Thomas the Tank didn’t get that nickname for nothing.
She steps back and gasps when she looks at my face.
“Did my father do this?” she asks as she gently runs her soft hand over my face. Her thumb glides over my split lip and I kiss it.
“It’s okay,” I say as I pull her back into my arms. “I’m a tough old bastard.”
“You’re not that old,” she says with a soft smile. Her hand goes to my swollen eye that will be black as fuck tomorrow.
I’m too old for her according to everyone out there, but I don’t give a fuck. This is our life. Not there’s. It doesn’t matter what they think.
“I came here to tell you that I’m coming.”
My heart feels so light that I think it might float out of my chest. I just grip her arms, unable to say anything.
“To London. I want to go to London with you.”
There are no words to say. She’s made me the happiest man in the world. I pull her forward and kiss her with all of the love and passion that she’s built up inside me.
“We’re going to be so happy, Violet,” I say when we finally pull away. “I’m going to treat you right. I promise.”
“I know.” Her eyes drop to my tattooed chest and she licks my taste off of her lips. She traces her fingertips over my ink and her touch is so soft that it tickles my chest. “I always wanted to touch you here. Ever since I was a little girl. I dreamed about these tattoos.”
“You’re not a little girl anymore.” My hands start moving to her big tits and she lets out a little moan. “It’s time to make you into a woman. It’s time to take away that innocence.”
She looks into my eyes with the sexiest look and nods her head up and down.
I don’t want to know what I would have done if she came here to tell me she was staying. All I know is that I would have probably ended up in jail.
I reach down and slide my hand behind her legs and scoop her up in my arms. She’s still tracing my tattoos over my round shoulder as I hold her to my chest and carry her to the bed.
My dick is aching with her in my arms. I don’t understand what she’s done to me, but I don’t try to figure it out. Some things are beyond the mind. This goes right to our souls. They seem to be locked on each other at a molecular level.
Our souls need each other. They’re making our lives miserable and tearing us to pieces when they’re apart, but when they’re together… it’s pure bliss.
I lower her onto the bed and stand back just to admire her for a moment before I ravage her.
Her brown hair is splayed all around her head and she’s looking up at me with sexy blue fuck me eyes. She slowly spreads her legs open and pulls her dress up, showing me her wet panties.
“You want my cock back, don’t you baby girl?”
She bites her bottom lip and starts rolling her thick hips. She fucking wants it.
“This time I won’t stop at the tip. This time I’m sliding all the way inside with my raw cock and I’m going to fuck that pussy right.”
A groan slips out of my mouth when I see her hand slide down into her underwear. She starts playing with her cunt and a rage hits me that I’m missing it. I grab her panties and rip them off her, tearing the wet fabric that’s been soaked all night.
Now I can watch her as she slides her fingers up and down her wet slit. She dips one into her virgin hole and I groan when I remember how fucking tight it was. A rush of juices squirts out and my mouth waters.
I can’t move. I want to go to her, but my feet are glued to the floor as I stand here staring, completely transfixed. The sweet scent of her honey fills the room and my heart starts hammering in my chest.
When she pulls her wet fingers away and starts sucking on them, I finally snap out of it.
“Take that dress off. Take everything off. Now.”
She moans and then sits up to unzip the back of her dress. My hands are on my belt, fumbling as I try to undo my buckle in record time. I slide it out and then pull down my pants and boxer briefs.
My curvy girl is wiggling out of her dress by the time I walk over with my hard dick in my hand.
“Come here, girl,” I say as I sit on the bed with my back against the pillows. “I want to see these big tits bouncing up and down as you ride my dick.”
She puts a hand on my shoulder and straddles me. Oh fuck. The sight of her spread pussy over my cock is making my heart hurt. She’s so fucking perfect.
I grab her thick waist as she reaches down and grips my shaft. She drags the tip of my dick along her slit a couple of times before pressing it up against her virgin hole.
She’s even tighter than I remember. I hiss in a breath when she drops her hips down onto the head of my cock. It goes in slowly, painfully, she’s so fucking tight. My head is pressed back against the headboard and I’m breathing heavily as I watch her descending on my cock. A flood of warm juices trickles out of her and rolls down my shaft. I moan when I feel it coating my balls.
Everything is turning me on. Knowing I’m the first to slide into this ripe cunt. Watching her take me raw and unprotected. Her big tits with her firm little hard nipples in my face. Knowing that she’ll be carrying my child soon. It’s all too much.
Her pussy swallows my entire head and then slides down my shaft until she gasps and I feel a bit of resistance.
“Take a deep breath, Violet.” Her body is so tight and her pussy is all clenched up on my cock. I start to rub her wet clit to help ease some of the squeezing and loosen her up before I bust through her cherry.
“Just do it,” she moans as she closes her eyes. I thrust up and pop through it, taking her innocence away forever. Her tight jaw melts into a moan and her lips fall open as I slide all the way in. The heat is unreal. It’s so warm and tight and wet. I want to keep my cock in here forever.
“Oh, Ashton,” she moans with a wince on her face. “You’re so big. Your cock is huge.”
I start playing with her tits, gripping them with my hands as I kiss a wet trail around her hard pink nipples. This seems to distract her and she moans with pleasure as her cunt gets used to my size.
Eventually, she starts to rock her hips and her wet silky walls release some of the insanely tight grip on me.
“This cunt is definitely coming back with me to L
ondon. And it’s never leaving.”
“I would never leave you,” she moans as she begins slowly rising up and down, testing her ripe pussy out.
“I would never let you. You’ll be pregnant by the time the wheels hit the runway in the UK and that’ll mean you can never go. Your fresh womb is mine now.” I slide my hands over her tits and give them a squeeze. “These are mine. This pussy is mine. All of you is mine.”
She drops her head back and closes her eyes as she starts riding me. “I’ve always been yours, Ashton. I’m so happy you finally realize it.”
My curvy girl is completely relaxed now and riding my length up and down. Every drop of her hips sends a little bit of juices squirting onto my balls. She’s so ripe and fertile. It’s only going to take this one time to get her pregnant.
One time to breed her. The next thousand until she gives birth will just be for fun. Then I’ll breed this teenage pussy again and again and again.
She slides her cunt down on me and grinds her clit hard against the base of my cock. The sexy little moans that keep coming out of her mouth are making me so hard. I love watching her enjoying herself on my dick.
I can tell she’s close to her climax when her moans turn into whimpers and her hips start moving faster. She presses her palms on my abs and digs her fingernails into them as she rides me energetically.
“Yes,” she moans as she slams her pussy down on my cock. “Your dick feels so fucking good.”
I grab her soft ass cheeks and start thrusting up as she comes down. We slam into each other with every thrust until her legs start jerking around and she’s crying out loud. Her orgasm hits her hard. She screams out in agony or bliss or surprise—or probably all three. Her fingernails drag down my bruised skin as the orgasm sears through her like a wildfire.
Her pussy clenches on me and I can’t breathe, it’s so tight. My obsession reaches a boiling point and there’s only one thought in my head: to breed her now.
I grab her and twist her until she’s on her back and I’m on top. I’m fucking her hard and erratic. Pumping my hips with frenzied deep thrusts as fast as I can. This is no sweet loving making. No romance. This is hardcore fucking with one end goal—to bathe her teenage womb in my cum.
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