by Alexa Riley
“Whatever, man. I was just wondering if I could go out and fish in your pond, but I think I’ve changed my mind.”
I lean to the side a bit, poking my head out from behind Trace. The man’s eyes come to mine, but Trace shifts his body, blocking mine again.
“Don’t even look at her. In fact, pretend like she doesn’t exist.” His words are said with a hard edge.
“All right, man. I’ll see you around,” the man says. Trace doesn’t say a goodbye. He just turns and picks me up, carrying me back inside. I wrap my legs around him. He kicks the door shut, flipping the lock.
I wonder if the man will say anything about seeing me. I hold on to Trace tighter as I think about someone coming here looking for me. What will happen once they find out I’m here? I don’t think I can stay hidden forever. It’s bound to come out sooner or later, and I can’t keep Trace locked away with me no matter how much I wish I could. I like this little world we’ve been living in, just the two of us.
“I caught you,” he says, his tone playful now. The deadly edge he had when we were on the porch is gone. I nibble at his neck.
“I feel like I caught you,” I say against his neck before I give it a little bite. “Can I taste you like you’re always tasting me?” The hand on my ass tightens at my words.
“Fucking hell,” Trace says with an exasperated tone.
I turn my head towards the front door. A car is pulling up. Trace walks over to the kitchen island and sits me down on it.
“Don’t move,” he says before placing a kiss on the top of my head and moving towards the front door. “It’s just my brother again. Sit tight, baby doll.”
Trace walks out the front door, closing it behind him. I last about a second before I hop off the kitchen island and move towards one of the windows to peek out. The man almost sees me, his eyes come right to mine, and I jump back, letting the curtain fall into place.
Yeah, it’s only a matter of time before word gets out that I’m here. I dread what that means and what will change when that day comes.
7
Trace
I’m surprised at how easy Blake is to run off. I thought there would be more of a fight, but something in his eyes says different. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wonder if he understands the way I feel more than I realize, and I make a note to ask him about it the next time I see him.
I may be acting distant to my family, but I’ve always been the least social of our crew. I’m the quietest and usually keep to myself, but they’ve never minded much. I love them all, and we are close, but I enjoy the silence. Well, I did until Addison came along. Now all I want is her laughter filling my house and the sound of her voice taking up space around me.
It might not seem like that big of a change, but for me it’s huge. To want to share my space and my time with someone is significant. It’s not that I don’t want to do that with my family, it’s just that I prefer the solitude of my place out here. But now that I’ve had my baby doll in it, I don’t think I’ll ever let it go back to the way it was before.
When I get back inside, I see Addison in the kitchen, standing so sweetly with her arms behind her back. She hesitates for half a second, then runs to me. I pull her up in my arms, and her legs go around my waist.
“God, I love you,” I say, burying my face in her hair. She tenses in my arms, and I smile. “I may have only said it, but I’ve felt it since the second I saw you.”
“I love you, too.” She pulls back to look at me. Her eyes are so bright and big. “I love you so much, Trace. I don’t ever want to be apart.”
“Never will be, baby doll.” I grip her ass firmly. “I think it’s time I got something in you that binds you to me. Permanently.”
Desire sparks in her eyes as she squeezes her legs around me. I give her a hard stare and she bites her lip, then nods her head. I carry her to the bedroom, laying her down and grabbing the edge of her new little dress. With one small tug it’s ripped down the front and she’s fully exposed to me. Her tits and her pussy on display, all laid out for me to take.
“Oops,” I say and give her a wicked smile.
She gasps and begins to say something, but I dip down between her legs and cover her cunt with my mouth. Her protests turn into a moan as I eat her pussy and make her cum for me.
Addison may be a virgin, but she comes with just a touch. Her body is wound tight from a few licks, and then I feel her first orgasm begin. I eat her a little more, wanting another in my mouth, sucking on her clit until she gives it to me.
She’s boneless as I stand up and strip off my clothes. Then I move between her legs. My big cock is at her tiny opening, and I hold the tip there, waiting. I press inside an inch so only the round bulb of my head is inside her. I run my hand up and down my shaft, jerking off with the tip of my cock in her pussy.
“Trace,” she moans and wiggles under me, trying to take more.
“Hold still, baby doll. I want to lube you up first. I’m not pulling out, and I want to make sure you’re slick enough to take me.”
Her hips lift again, and I have to use my other hand to steady her while I jerk off. I feel the thick cum building in my balls, and I want to make sure I give her a big load this first time so there’s plenty of me inside her.
“I’m gonna fill you so deep, there’s no way you don’t get pregnant. You’re going to be my little Twinkie, I’m going to fill you with so much cream.”
Her giggle turns into a moan as I grunt out my release inside her. I cum hard, but it’s not enough to soften my dick. He wants all of her cunt, and he won’t rest until he has it. Even then, he’ll still beg for more.
“I’ve never done this before, baby, so I’m going to try and hold off as long as I can. But I have a feeling once I get inside you, I won’t last long.”
“I love you, Trace,” she says, and I lean down to kiss her lips.
I can still taste her sweet pussy on my lips, and I slowly work my thickness inside her, feeling the easy slide thanks to her cum and mine. She doesn’t flinch much when I break through her hymen. I’ve been working on it every time I’ve eaten her to make it nice and soft for my cock.
“I love you, too, Addison,” I whisper as I place my forehead to hers.
Finally, I’m able to thrust all the way into her, filling her to the root as my balls press against her ass. I stay inside her, though, not wanting to leave her warm grip. She’s so tight it’s almost blinding, and it’s better than anything I could have dreamed of.
I wasn’t a virgin because I was saving myself, I’d just never really given it a thought. Until Addison showed up and changed all that. She woke me up from some kind of trance, and my dick hasn’t gone down since.
Her wet channel pulses around my stiff shaft, and she mewls for more.
“Not just yet,” I say through gritted teeth.
Reaching between us, I strum her clit with my thumb as I let out a breath and cum inside her again. The throb of my cock and the touch to her most sensitive place has her screaming out my name and her legs going wild. She’s trying to squeeze me one second and then come off the bed the next, but her orgasm is music to my ears as I claim her and make her mine.
Filling her up with all of my seed, I finally relax a fraction, catching my breath. I haven’t so much as pulled out an inch and I’ve already given her two loads.
“More,” she says breathily as she rolls her hips.
“I’ll give you all you can handle and more, baby doll.”
I pull out and reach behind me, taking my belt from off the floor. I growl at the loss of her heat around my cock, but I want to stay in her longer this time, and I need to get her in the right position to do it.
Once I’ve got what I need, I grab her hips and flip her over, raising her ass into the air.
“Grip the headboard and spread your knees. I wanna ride you, baby doll.”
I see her cunt dripping with cum as she giggles a little and does what I say. I bring my belt around her waist, buckli
ng it in the back so that I can grip it. I line up my cock with her opening, and slowly thrust in, getting as deep as I can. With both hands I grip the belt around her waist and pull her tighter to me so that there isn’t a millimeter of distance between my cock and her pussy. I want her getting all of me.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I say through clenched teeth as I rock her forward and then pull her back onto my thickness. “I love you so much, baby doll. Your pussy is so pretty and perfect. You’re taking me so easy.”
The feel of the belt in my hands is rough, but I grip it tighter as I bounce her on and off.
“Trace,” she moans, “harder.”
“Anything you want, sweet girl,” I say with a little laugh in my voice. If her cunt wants me to own it, I’ll fucking stamp my name across it.
This time when I pull her back, she grunts out and follows it with a deep plea for more. But it only takes a few hard thrusts and she’s going off. Her pussy squeezes around my dick, and I can’t hold back anymore.
I bottom out inside her, feeling the weight of my cum flood her pussy and start to leak out the sides. I use my fingers to grip my cock around the base to keep any more from coming out. Then I squeeze my balls to make sure I got every drop I could inside her. I want her bred before the night is over. Not only to make her mine, but make sure no one can take her from me.
Her legs shake as she comes down, and I gently lift her hips and roll us to the side without slipping out.
She hums and wiggles her back to my front as I wrap my arms around her and throw one of my legs over both of hers.
“Should you take the belt off?” she mumbles sleepily.
I smile and kiss the top of her head. “No, baby doll. I’m going to take you all night and not pull out once. Sometimes you’ll be too weak to kneel, so that will help me make love to you if you’re too tired. But you’ll still let me take you, won’t you? You’ll let me give you a baby.”
I run my nose along the shell of her ear, and she clenches around me.
“Yes, Trace,” she breathes and runs her fingers through my hair.
“You can sleep if you want to, but I’ll take you all night, no matter what. I can’t seem to resist you, and I don’t want to try.”
I kiss her neck, thinking about how her cunt is dripping with me. And before I give her a chance to answer, I’m rolling her back over and gripping the belt again. She’s going to get a long ride from me tonight, and as her legs spread wider so I can take her deeper, I smile. My baby doll wants it, too.
8
Addison
Trace pushes my hair out of my face and looks at me. We’ve been in bed all day. We even ate breakfast here. I didn’t feel much like moving. My body aches deliciously, and I’m savoring the feeling of being well loved.
I’ve never been so cherished in my entire life. I’ve never felt like I meant so much to someone. That’s how Trace makes me feel. Nothing else seems to matter to him but me. He’s gotten lost in this little world we’ve made together. I don’t care how fast this is, I’m holding on to the only sweetness I’ve ever known and never letting go.
“I don’t wanna push you to do anything you don’t want to, baby doll, but after what we’ve shared in the last twenty-four hours, I hoped you’d be ready to open up to me a little more,” he says softly, his hand sliding down my side to rest on my hip. I’m facing him, having just woken up once again.
We kept falling asleep after bouts of sex. One time I’d even woken with him inside me. I was already coming before I knew what was happening. Then he made me cum again to make up for missing part of the orgasm. Trace seemed just as deprived of attention as I was, but I think his was a case of never wanting it and now that he does, he can’t seem to get enough.
“It's not terrible, really,” I half lie. It wasn’t like I was beaten every day or something. More neglected than anything. But being here with Trace makes me feel like it was worse than I knew. If this is how the rest of the world lives, I had it pretty bad.
Trace’s hand tightens on my hip. “You’re the sweetest, most lovable person I’ve ever met in my life, Addison. In fact, I think you’d put up with a lot of shit because you couldn’t help yourself. If I’ve learned anything about you, it’s that your softness and sweetness go all the way through you.”
My eyes water at his sweet words. No one has ever said such nice things about me before. Part of me knows he’s right. No matter how my father behaved towards me, I never lashed out, and it wasn’t because I feared him. It was because I knew what it felt like to be treated that way, and I didn’t have it in me to do it to another person. Even if that person deserved it. It breaks my heart thinking about hurting someone else.
“That’s why you ended up here, baby doll. And I’ll make sure you never have to deal with any shit. Ever. I’ll take such good care of you, you’ll never have to worry about a thing.” His hand on my hip starts stroking me back and forth.
“I lived with my father my whole life. I don’t ever remember having a mom,” I tell him. My father never talked about her either. Not a word, and I’d gone digging a few times to try to find something, but never could. Maybe she ran from him, too.
“I mainly stayed in the house and looked after things there. My father normally ignored me. He wasn’t there most of the time, and I tried to pretend I wasn’t either, because when he got worked up or had a bad day in the fields, I tended to get the brunt of that anger,” I admit.
“He touch you?” Trace’s words are hard, his eyes flashing with anger.
“Sometimes. A shove or a slap here and there.” He closes his eyes at my words, which are clearly causing him pain. When they open, he moves his hand from my hip to the little cut I still have on my forehead.
“I’ll never understand how anyone could hurt someone as precious as you,” he says as he rubs his finger across the mark. It doesn’t even hurt anymore. Nothing hurts when I’m with him.
“I just turned eighteen and I was planning on leaving. Where I was planning to go, I have no idea. Heck, I don’t know anything about anything. All my schooling has been online. I don’t even know where I am, or how long I drove when I took off,” I confess.
“What made you finally run? Something pushed you to take off like that.”
“He was giving me over to someone else. To marry. I knew then I’d never be free if I didn’t run. I’d just go from being under my father’s control to someone else’s. I’d never ever met this man and my father said he was coming to pick me up. Like I was one of the cows or something.”
Trace cups my cheek. “You wanna be here, baby doll?” I can see the concern on his face, and I know what he’s thinking.
“I choose to be here. I don’t want to be anywhere else.” I see a little bit of the tension leave his body. “All I ever wanted was a real family. To fall in love and have my own little fairy tale, like some of the books I've read. I think you’re right. I ended up here for a reason. I was supposed to find you.” I lean over and kiss him.
His hand tangles in my hair as he deepens the kiss until I’m breathless.
“What town are you from?” he asks.
“Clear Creek. Is that close?” I question, still wondering how far I made it.
“Real close. So close I’m shocked I’ve never seen or heard of you.”
“Told you. I didn’t really leave the house much. Less so in the last few years.” As I got older, my father started getting more controlling.
“I need a name, baby doll.”
“Winston.”
Trace is out of the bed before I even know what’s happening, pulling his clothes on. I sit up in bed, watching him move about the room.
“What are you doing?” I can hear the worry in my own voice.
“You’ll not spend one more fucking day worrying about anything,” he says, tugging a shirt over his head and then finding his jeans.
“What are you going to do?” I move to the side of the bed, looking for something to wear, but the dress I
made looks unwearable at this point.
“I’m going to pay your father a visit.”
“What!” I jump from the bed and run towards him, wrapping my arms around his body.
“Calm down. It’s better this way. I’ll go over and set things straight. He’ll never think about looking for you when I’m done having words—and other things—with him.”
My heart starts to race. Panic is setting in.
“Baby doll, calm down. I promise you, it will be fine. I do this and it’s done and over. You don’t ever have to think about him or worry that someone is coming to take you from here. I promise, he’ll know what will happen if he comes on our land looking for you.”
“Our land?”
“Yeah, our land. You want your fairy tale, you’re about to get it. Trust me.”
“I trust you,” I say instantly.
“Of course you do because you’re all sweetness and love.” He leans down, placing another kiss on my lips. “I won’t be gone long. I’ll be back before the sun is down,” he tells me as he walks over to the dresser, pulls out a shirt, and slides it over my head before I follow him downstairs and to the front door. Boxes, the stuff he ordered, were delivered and now litter the living room floor.
“Lock the door behind me and go through some of your stuff. See what you do and don’t like.”
“I love you,” I say, because that’s all I can think about.
“I love you, too.” He leans down, placing another kiss to my lips. This one is hard and intense, almost like he’s branding me before he leaves. I flip the lock behind him and go to the window and watch him drive away.
I sit down on the sofa, not sure what to do, so I do what he told me to. I start going through all the boxes, pulling out piles and piles of clothes. It’s like he thought of everything—from dresses, to shirts and shorts, to jeans and so many shoes I don’t even know how I could wear them all.
