“That’s it, little sweet Bug,” he whispers against my ear, “that’s it.”
“Oh god, I’m cumming,” I whisper, my eyes slamming shut. “I’m cumming.”
My mind is like a blackboard that’s just been erased.
“I’m cumming.”
“Tell me who this sweet little pussy belongs to, Bug. Tell me who you belong to.”
“Fuck, I’m yours,” I exhale. I suck in another sharp breath. “I’m all yours. I’m all yours.”
“Tell me who this pussy belongs to,” he growls from deep inside his chest.
“It’s yours, my pussy is all fucking yours,” I gasp against his lips.
And I mean it.
Because he found me.
Finder’s keepers.
7
Flint
I pull my hands away from Bug’s intimate zones and wrap my arms around her back, pulling her between my legs.
“It’s okay,” I tell her, rubbing her back to sooth her as she recovers. She’s trembling and breathing heavily and the surface of the pool below her face is being blessed with her tears.
They can baptize the born-again in this pool. With her tears and her orgasm in it, it’s holy water.
I pull my Bug up to the edge of the pool and cradle her in my arms like I did before, but now it’s different.
She smiles up at me like a sweet, satiated little puppy dog.
My heart swells with gratitude.
“Where do you want to go first?” I whisper against her cheek as I pull her against my body. She’s seated firmly with her knees between my legs.
When I feel her tense up against my chest, I know something’s wrong.
“What is it, Bug?” I ask her.
“Hey!” a male voice behind us shouts. I stiffen and let Bug slide back down my body into the pool. “Cindy! Get your fucking ass over here.”
I look down at her as her cheeks heat up and her gaze flickers behind my shoulder. I turn so I can see what she’s seeing. I already know it’s something I need to destroy.
“Hey!” a guy shouts, jabbing his finger at her. His dirty white tee-shirt is pulled up over his round beer-belly and his jeans are falling down his ass. A lit cigarette is hanging from his lips and his thin arms are covered in tattoos. Ratty boxers peeking up from the waist of his jeans complete the mess.
When he marches over to us, I feel my body shift into protective mode. I tense up and my fists curl and I swear I can feel my fingernails cut into my palms and draw blood. I look down at my Bug and in her eyes is furious fear.
“Get your ass out of there and inside, girl,” the guy shouts at her from behind the fence, pointing at her with the only finger that isn’t curled around a pack of cigarettes or a can of beer. “You got cleaning to do. That party last night was a fucking doozy.
His attention shifts to me and he grins.
“Wanna invite your friend here next time?”
He juts his hips out and gyrates them in a circle. He licks his upper lip where a pathetic mustache hangs.
Rage claws through me, an unknown beast unlocked and set free from the deep recesses of my animal brain.
I rise to my feet and pace toward the guy, taking one careful step forward at a time. With every one, his face twists into a new expression. Confusion, disbelief, bemusement, they’re all there.
Then fear.
“Hey, hey!” the guy yells as I slam the gate closed behind me. Behind me I hear it rattle against its hinges. He shuffles backward and he’s about to fall on his ass when he regains his footing. He would have been better off on the fucking ground.
His face turns beet-read when I grab him by his pathetic little skinny neck and wrap my fist around it. I feel his lungs compete with mine for oxygen and when his feet rise from the ground and he drops his beer and cigarettes he puts his hands in the air at his ears, begging me to spare him.
I feel my face twist up into a snarl as I drop him, letting his limp body fall.
“She is mine. You stay far the hell away from her.” I put my finger into his face. His hands tremble and his Adam’s apple bobs up and down in his neck. “You don’t talk to her, you don’t look at her. If you think about her I’ll know, and you don’t want that, so if you have to get a fucking lobotomy to forget she ever existed, you fucking do it.”
“Okay, okay!”
“SAY IT.”
“I’ll forget about her man, I’ll never talk to her, I’ll never think of her ever again. I fucking promise, just don’t hurt me!”
“If you come near her ever again you will wish I’d killed you right fucking now instead of letting you go,” I warn him. “Now go inside and get everything that belongs to her. You do it blindfolded if you have to. You make sure you don’t look at her and if you do, I’ll gouge your fucking eyes out.”
He rises to his shaky feet and bolts up the stairs, disappearing inside one of the second floor apartments.
I can finally go back over to my Bug.
“Did he ever hurt you?” I ask her, taking her in my arms. She has a towel wrapped around her and she’s shivering. I need to know if I have to go back up there to throw him off the balcony.
“No,” she tells me with a shake of her head, “no. He’d never hurt me. He knows I’m too valuable.”
Anxiety rips through me.
“What did he do to you?”
The idea of having another man with their grimy hands on her ignites a new storm of fury inside me.
“Nothing, nothing,” she says, her fingers playing on the back of my head. Her touch is instantly calming and reassuring, and when I pull away so I can look down into her eyes, I feel like I’ve been found. “He just made me work at that stupid pawn shop. That’s all.”
I suck in a big, clarifying lung-full of relief.
“You’re never going back there again. If it hasn’t burned down yet, I’ll go back and burn it down. I will do anything I need to do to keep you out of there.”
“You don’t have to burn it down,” she tells me, pressing her fingertips to my chest. “I’d gladly go anywhere with you. I owe you my life. And I want to give it to you.”
I feel my destiny settle into my bones.
“You’ll come live with me,” I tell her. “I want you to live with me so I can give you everything. I want to thank you for letting me save you. I want to thank you for it every day of my life, until the sun sets on my soul. No other man will ever touch you. No other man will ever kiss you, see you cum. I can’t keep the world from falling in love with you, because you are the kind of woman who can make an entire delegation of statesmen fall to their knees in worship, but if I catch any of them looking at what’s mine I will make sure they never do again.”
I watch pain paint her face as she squeezes her eyes shut. Big, fat tears fall out of the corners.
“No one has ever thought I’m beautiful,” she says, her bottom lip pouting slightly.
“That’s impossible,” I tell her, “you are the most beautiful creature who ever walked this earth. Any man who didn’t immediately announce his love was afraid of you. Afraid of what you’d do to their souls if you didn’t love them back. But I’m not afraid. I can take your love. I can handle it. I’m okay with you destroying my heart if it means just one more second with you. You got that, Bug? Tell me the answer. Tell me you’re coming with me now.”
“Yes,” she whispers.
I press my lips to hers and she opens up for me obediently, granting me access to her tongue. Our tongue swirl together around each other’s over and over like we’re winding up a top. Her body becomes limper in my arms by the second and sweet little moans are flowing from her pretty bow lips. I taste every inch of her mouth, her tongue, her lips, and my balls are so tight and full that I know I will go off the moment I slide inside her tight, sugary sweet pussy.
I’ve touched it, together we made it cum, but she won’t fully be mine under I shoot this perfect, saved load against her deepest wall. Until her womb is painted with my
semen. Once I’m inside, I will never leave.
Everything about her is sweet and soft and I know her pussy wrapped up around my cock will be heaven. I pull my lips away and then brush them against hers. Her body goes limp in my arms as I wrap her up. I’m so close to her and so hard the the precum gathering on the tip of my cock is starting to drip down it.
I’ve seen her cum, and I want her to see me cum, but when I do, it won’t anywhere but deep inside her.
She won’t ever see my hot white semen. Never. Not until after it’s been stuffed inside her and starts to drip out of her tight little channel. If she sees the evidence of my orgasm, it will be because it’s already had a chance to get her pregnant.
And that’s when she will really be mine. When she is swollen with our baby. When we are tethered together forever, each other’s one and only.
“I’ve been looking for you forever, Bug,” I say. “I didn’t know what I was looking for, but then I found you. You are perfect. And I’m keeping you.”
I’ve touched heaven. Now I need to pass its big gates and get inside so I can live there forever.
8
Bug
My entire life fits in a single cardboard box.
Once Ray has delivered everything, Flint reaches into the box and pulls out my red and black polka-dot dress. It was the one nice dress my mom ever bought for me that still fits, and I haven’t worn it since I got the news that she had passed away.
Now I can’t wait to wear it again.
Flint makes me raise my arms and puts the dress over my head and then over my two-piece. He’s so gentle. I just hope he isn’t gentle in the bedroom.
I know he won’t be. I know he will be strong with me. Not rough, or anything like that, but I know he will fully own me and will know exactly what to do.
I’m still feeling the effects of that orgasm in the pool. And I know from the way he touched me that he will know how to make me feel so good. I can’t wait to do the same for him.
The way he touched me is exactly the way I’ve always wanted to be touched. I didn’t know it until now, but now that I do know, I also know that no one is ever going to touch me again.
“Ready,” he says, hitching the box onto his hip. He puts my hand in his and I say goodbye to this crap apartment complex for the last time.
That’s been one of the things keeping me going. Saying goodbye to it every time I left. I thought if I said goodbye enough times I’d finally say a final goodbye. And now I have.
I look over my shoulder and Ray is standing there dumb-founded. He isn’t looking at me, though. No, he’s looking at the ground. I know he’s trying to look at me and Flint out of his peripheral vision, but I also know that as dumb as he is, he’s not dumb enough to look at me now that Flint’s prohibited it.
“How did you end up here, Bug?” Flint asks me.
No one’s ever asked me how I ended up here. I think everyone always just assumes that people who live in poverty just kind of belong there. Like they’re just bad, or immoral somehow.
But I wasn’t always poor. I didn’t always live like this.
“My dad left me and my mom when I was a baby,” I tell Flint.
It’s like I’m telling a fairy tale from memory. It doesn’t feel like what I’m telling him is my story, though. It’s like it’s someone else’s. My brain knows it’s mine, but my body, my mind, feels like it’s someone else.
“My mom was a successful attorney in Las Vegas. But then she broke her foot and was prescribed painkillers and before we knew it she was just kind of addicted. Then she got deeper and deeper. I don’t know how it happened. It was like she was suddenly a different person. And then she passed away in a car accident. Drunk driver. Ironic. I tried to get her off the pills every single day, and it seemed like she was about to turn a corner. We got her into rehab. But then there was the accident.”
Flint doesn’t say anything, but I can feel his sympathy warming me up. He squeezes my hand gently as if to tell me that everything will be okay. I look up at him and calm washes over me.
When we get past the gates, I see Mr. Morgan, one of my neighbors, sitting in his wheelchair with a coffee cup clutched between his fingers. I fish out a five-dollar-bill from my purse to give him what small contribution I can.
He was a jazz musician in the sixties. He didn’t always live like this, either.
“Thank you, Miss Cindy,” he says to me, his eyes lighting up. I think he appreciates the contact and a smile more than he does the money.
“Save a wonton for me,” I say, throwing my arms around him. I think Flint is okay with it. This might be the last time I get to see Mr. Morgan.
I put my fingers under my eyes as I feel them well up with tears. Flint pulls a fifty out of his wallet and adds it to Mr. Morgan’s paper cup, then takes my hand in his and pulls me toward the street.
My beloved white Beetle is waiting.
9
Flint
Bug has run into a string of bad luck, but I’ll make sure nothing bad ever touches her again.
I’m putting in my retirement papers on Monday morning. I have a huge chunk of savings and plan to buy more years of service for myself so I can retire immediately.
I’ve always lived to risk my life for strangers.
Now that Bug is in my life, I can’t take that risk anymore.
I won’t leave her, and that means I have to leave my job. Until today it was so thoroughly ingrained in the fabric of my identity that I think I would have been lost without it.
Now I know I’ll be lost without her.
When we get to my apartment, I bring her inside and carry her in my arms to the bedroom. I can see that she’s fighting against sleep, so with her body cradled against mine I pull back the covers and slip her between them.
The sight of her in my sheets makes my cock rage. This is where she belongs. It’s where she’ll stay forever. And if she wants to go out, I’ll have the best seamstress on the West Coast make a dress out of these sheets so my Bug will never be out of them.
Then I remember her car.
“Wait here,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to her forehead. She smiles sleepily as her eyelids slip closed. Her eyelashes look like they were sketched by a cartoonist. I leave her reluctantly, dialing up my mechanic. I tell him to drop what he’s doing, come get the keys, and bring it to the shop so he can soup it up.
I want the inside reupholstered, I want a full tune-up, I want the best sound system on the market installed.
No, not the best sound system on the market. I want MIT engineers all over this. I want the best sound system from two years from now installed in that car. I want Jay-Z to come consult.
When I get back to the bedroom, I find my Bug is fast asleep. I carefully peel back the poolwater-splotted sheets and realize that even though she smells perfect right now, she will be more comfortable after a bath.
After I’ve taken her in my arms and brought her to the bathroom, she’s waking up with her fingertips to my chest.
“Woah,” she says as I put her on her feet, “this is nice.”
Her eyes travel around my bathroom. She’s right. It is nice. I didn’t grow up with a lot because my parents, despite having good jobs, were bad with money. So I built this condo to my exact specifications. I just didn’t know I was building it for Bug. And if there’s anything she doesn’t like about it, I’ll start over from scratch.
“Bug,” I say, starting the water, “let’s get you nice and clean.”
“Thank you,” she says to me, peering up with those bright blue eyes. She sits down on the edge of the tub and I keep one hand on her knee as I check the temperature with the back of my hand.
“You don’t have to thank me,” I remind her.
“I want to,” she tells me, her fingers inching toward me on the edge of the tub. My cock stiffens in my pants when I see those long, slender fingers of hers. I know they will feel like heaven wrapped around my stiff cock.
“Not yet,” I tell
her carefully. “You’re tired. You’ve been through a lot. We need to make sure you’re okay. And then you’ll thank me. Whatever ideas you may have about how you can thank me are wrong, I’m afraid. You’ll thank me by letting me see you cum on my tongue.”
Her eyes widen and a purr rumbles through her chest.
I stand her up and pinch the strings of her bikini bottoms, pulling them so they fall away from her. I felt her pubic hair as her sweet juices slid out of her and coated my hand, but I haven’t had the chance to see them yet. I press my nose to the juncture of her thighs and let the soft curls linger below my nose.
Above me she is panting. I wrap my arms around her and grab her ass, pulling her closer to me. Her pussy smells so sweet and perfect that I could spill all of my greedy, soft-pink-seeking cum right now.
Lifting her body by her little waist, I drop gently into the tub. She leans back and flicks her toes through the warm water.
I keep my eyes on hers as I move my hand between her legs. I find her tight hole with two fingers and push them up inside her, making her eyes flicker like the wicks of candles before my eyes. Hooking my thumb against her clit, I bump it softly before pulling it away.
“Eyes on me,” I whisper to her, putting my lips inches from hers. I brush forward and capture her lips with mine wildly, screwing my fingers in and out of her tight little cunt. I lick and suck on her tongue like I’m going to do to her clit, and before long I feel her body crumpling and jerking against the tub, making the water splash up.
Again, I am jealous of the water. I’m jealous of anything that isn’t me that gets to touch her sweet body. I’m jealous of the weather, of the elements. It tears through me like a torch being thrown down into a cavern.
I don’t want her to cum on m fingers. The next place she puts her juices will be on my cock. I pull my fingers out of her pussy and press them between our lips, letting us both get a taste of that sweet nectar. She moans against my fingers as I pull my mouth away from her, and her eyes shut as her cheeks hollow out with her lips closed tight around my fingers. She sucks them clean as I fuck her mouth, and with my other arm I wrap her body up and carry her back to the bedroom.
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