by Stella Stone
Grant leans forward, brushing his mouth against mine, his tongue peeking out to taste my lips. “Let’s shower together. I’ll leave and go home when you head out to school,” he murmurs against my mouth.
I can’t deny that taking a shower with him sounds absolutely delicious, so I nod my head in agreement. Grant stands, tugging me up to my feet. I’m still half asleep as I shuffle behind him toward the bathroom.
He starts the water and I watch as he strips his clothes, my mouth watering when he’s completely naked.
He turns to me, giving me a wink as he wraps his fingers around the hem of my sleep tank, and pulls it up over my head. Then, without hesitation, he tugs my panties down my legs until they pool at my feet.
“You washing your hair?” he asks.
I shake my head, turning toward the vanity and grabbing a hair tie. Quickly, I throw my hair into a messy bun, and follow behind Grant into my warm shower.
He grabs my soap, lathering it between his hands and I expect him to wash his body, in fact, I’m waiting with bated anticipation. He doesn’t use his soapy lather on himself though, instead he reaches out and gently caresses my breasts.
“Grant?” I say through trembling lips, as I clench my thighs together.
Grant ignores me, slipping his hand down my belly and between my thighs. Automatically, I spread my legs apart for him. I whimper as his fingers glide through my folds. He continues touching me until all of the soap has washed away and then he fills me with two fingers.
“Oh God,” I moan, moving to lean my back against the warm wall.
GRANT
Reaching down to grab ahold of her thighs, I pick Elise up off of the shower floor and press her back against the wall. She gasps, a smile playing on her lips as she wraps her arms around my shoulders for support. Her big blue eyes practically unman me in my spot. I’m so fucking gone for this little girl.
Shifting around, I slowly slide into her waiting pussy. “Grant, it hurts so damn good,” she moans, pulling me closer to her. Her legs squeeze around my waist, holding me tightly and I do the same with my grip on her ass.
“I fucking love that you get off on the way I fuck, Elise,” I groan, against her lips.
We don’t say anything else, our bodies doing all of our talking for us. I hope she understands what I’m telling her as I pound into her waiting sweet body. I hope she realizes that not only is she mine, but I love her.
I pray she understands that I’ll do anything and everything for her. Whatever the fuck she needs, is hers. Whatever the fuck she wants? That’s hers too. She can have it all, and I’ll be the only man to give it to her.
Her breath hitches with each pump from my hips, and I enjoy the little sounds she makes as I fuck her against the warm shower wall. Immediately, I decide that every day must end, and start with her body wrapped around mine. I don’t think I could ever go back to the way my life was before she came into it.
“I’m close,” she cries, her nails scoring my shoulders.
I grunt, moving my face and burying it against her neck as I move faster and harder until her cunt clamps down hard and squeezes the fuck out of me. Only then do I let myself go, only then do I come deep inside of her.
“Baby,” she pants against my ear. I grunt. “I love you,” she whispers, almost too quiet for me to hear.
Lifting my face, I press my lips against hers. Her eyes are wide, as if she didn’t mean to say it aloud, and it only makes me chuckle, which causes her eyes to narrow.
“I’m not laughing at you, little doll. I want to tell you the same thing, but I’m not saying it until your father knows how I feel, until I have everything lined up.”
Her face softens, and she leans forward, her lips gently caressing my own. “Okay, you’ll do it all soon though, right?”
I hum. “As soon as humanly possible, Elise.”
The smile of her sweet afterglow appears, and I slowly set her down to her feet. We don’t say anything else as we shower, and Elise is quiet as she readies herself for school.
She takes an alarming amount of time to do her hair and makeup, but I don’t comment about it. My little doll is high maintenance, and the thought makes me chuckle. She doesn’t act that way around me.
When it’s just us, she seems fine being makeup free with messy freshly fucked hair, but when she’s all put together, I could see how she could be perceived as a brat or stuck-up to some. To me she’s just fucking beautiful.
Leaving her at her Barracuda and watching her drive away is fucking difficult. I frown, knowing what I have to do. I’m sure Griffin is going to fucking hate me, but I know my girl. I know from our few late night talks what she really wants out of life, and it isn’t living in this little town.
My little doll wants to go back to the city, she wants to pursue her dream, and as her man it’s my job to make sure that shit comes to fruition. On my way home, I make a phone call. One that will change the course of our lives.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
ELISE
My phone rings as I drive toward home from school. Picking it up, I glance down for a second and let out a groan. I was excited feeling hopeful that it would be Grant, instead it’s my father.
“Hello?”
“You aren’t driving and talking on your cell, are you?” he barks.
Rolling my eyes, I continue to do just that. “What’s up dad?” I ask, ignoring his question.
He clears his throat before he invites me out to dinner. I haven’t seen much of him the past few weeks, since starting school and being immersed in Grant, so I agree. He tells me where, and we agree on a time to meet up.
I let out a sigh, knowing that Grant is probably at work, or sleeping right now. Instead of letting him do whatever it is, he’s doing, I decide to call him.
“Hey, my little doll,” he says huskily, after the third ring of his phone.
“Did I wake you up?” I ask worriedly.
He hums, and I hear some rustling around. “Yeah, but I wanted to hear your voice more than I need sleep.”
“You’re cheesy,” I laugh.
“I am. Are you on your way home?” he almost demands.
Turning down the main street I tell him that I’m almost to my parking lot. “Hurry up, I need a taste before my shift,” he growls.
A thrill shoots up my spine and I quickly whip my car into its parking stall. My heels are too high, and my pencil skirt is too tight to sprint, but I do walk as quickly as I can toward my apartment building.
Once I’m inside, I kick my shoes off, hike up my skirt and I run toward my door. I have my key in hand, but I don’t need it.
As soon as I’m in front of my door, it flies open, and an arm reaches for my waist and hauls me through the doorway. With a slam and a flick of the lock, I’m inside and plastered against Grant’s strong chest.
He doesn’t allow me to even speak a single word, his mouth is on mine, his tongue consuming me as he carries me into the bedroom. My shoes drop to the floor as we hurry toward the bedroom. He releases me as soon as we’re in front of my bed and still without speaking falls to his knees.
It’s when he’s on his knees in front of me that I notice that he’s completely naked. I moan at the sight of his hard cock jutting straight out between his thighs.
His hands slide up the outside of my calves, my knees, and then they push my skirt up my thighs and hips.
“Grant,” I breathe.
He hooks his fingers in my panties and tugs them down. Without being instructed, or told, I step out of them, widening my legs. He leans forward and with his eyes connected to my own, his tongue snakes out and he tastes my entire center.
My thighs shake and one of my hands dives into his hair as I hold on for stability. “Sit down on the edge of the bed. I want this pussy to smother my face, I’ve missed it,” he orders before his tongue spears inside of me.
My knees give out, almost immediately and my ass lands on the edge of the bed as he moves a little closer to me. Only then d
oes he bury his face in my center. My head falls back, and I cry out as I ride his face.
I completely let go. His mouth feels like heaven and I never want him to quit. I roll my hips, lift and circle them against his mouth feeling his tongue, teeth, and lips all over my pussy. He sucks on my lips, flicks my clit and even nibbles every piece of me he can.
Lifting my head, I cry out, my thighs shaking as I climb higher toward my release. “I’m going to come,” I announce on a sob.
He growls eating me more furiously and when I feel his fingers enter me while his mouth focuses on my clit, only then do I completely break apart against his face and I come all over him. I expect him to kiss my thigh or nuzzle my stomach to wipe some of my wetness from his mouth, but he doesn’t.
He stands, leaning over me, tangling his fingers in the back of my hair and he kisses me. “Taste yourself, little doll. Your cum is so fucking delicious,” he rasps, before devouring my mouth, again.
GRANT
Elise opens her mouth and hungrily licks herself from my lips. Without hesitation, I move closer to her body and I slam into her tight pussy. When I’m fully seated, she jerks her head back and let's out a long cry.
Wrapping my hands around the backs of her knees, I spread her wide and I fuck her. As usual, I’m not soft or gentle when I take my little doll. I’m downright brutal as I pound into her curvy body.
Her tits sway with each pump of my hips and I can’t take my eyes off of them as they do. “Grant,” she rasps.
My only response is a grunt. My thighs shake and my back tingles as my release begins to surge through my body. I know she won’t come again, not unless she speeds up the process herself. I won’t be able to hold off much longer.
“Touch yourself,” I demand.
Immediately, one of her hands slips between us. I watch my cock glistening as I slide in and out of her while her fingers begin to stroke her clit.
“Come on, Elise. Make me messy, little doll,” I growl.
It doesn’t take long, a few strokes of her fingers, and her pussy flutters before it clamps down around me. I let out a roar at the feeling of her cunt squeezing the life out of my dick and only then do I allow my own climax to take over, filling her with my release until I’m empty.
I stay planted deep inside of her, my mouth finding hers and I graze my lips with her own before I rest my forehead to hers attempting to catch my breath. Elise’s breathing is coming in pants and I can’t help but chuckle, as I attempt to keep myself up, my thighs burning and trembling.
“Wow, you made my entire day,” she breathes.
Slowly, I slide out of her center and stand upright. “You made my entire night, little doll,” I wink.
A small smile plays on her lips and she reaches out to wrap her fingers around my hip. “Please tell me this schedule won’t last long. I feel like we’re only fucking as we pass each other.”
I grunt, wrapping my fingers around her wrist before I slide my hand up her arm. Leaning down I press my mouth to hers. “It won’t last much longer, Elise.”
She nods, letting out an exhale. “I have to get dressed, I’m meeting my dad for dinner,” she murmurs.
I frown, picking up my clothes and beginning to get dressed myself. “Call me when you get home, okay?” I demand.
She smiles giving me a sweet nod. “I will, baby.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
ELISE
Dinner with my father was uneventful. He kept looking at me funny and almost demanded that I tell him what I’ve been doing lately. I’m sure that I blushed when I said staying home, but I didn’t tell him about Grant, as much as I wanted to.
I’m trying to trust his process, and he says there is very much a process. “You’ll call me when you get home?” my father asks.
I wrap my fingers around my keys and give him a nod. “I will, dad,” I murmur.
“I know I didn’t do this parent thing right. I know I fucked up a lot, hell I’m still fucking up, but Ellie I’m trying,” he offers giving me a sad smile.
Nodding, I glance to the side noticing a black car running in the parking lot. It looks empty and I find that odd but ignore it and turn back to my dad. “Nobody is perfect, I don’t expect you to be either,” I shrug.
He reaches out, wrapping his hand around my shoulder and giving me a squeeze. “I don’t deserve you, Ellie,” he murmurs.
I want to agree with him, but I decide to be a bigger person, and I keep my mouth shut. With a wave, I leave my father and promise to meet up with him for lunch next week.
Jogging toward my car, I lock myself inside quickly, then start the engine and wave at my father again. Once I’m on the street and heading toward my apartment building, I glance in the rearview mirror and see the same black car from the parking lot earlier behind me.
Our town isn’t huge, and my building is the only apartment complex downtown, so I find it odd that it’s following me. With a frown, I decide to call Grant. His phone rings a few times but it doesn’t pick up.
Looking into my review view mirror again, as I pass the police station, the car is gone. Pulling into my parking spot, I try to shake the weird feeling. It was probably someone who took a wrong turn and then flipped around to head back in the correct direction.
My building seems darker tonight, and I know that it’s all in my head. It has to be. Tonight, isn’t any different from any other night. I’m just feeling off.
I know what it is, it’s Grant, it's our relationship and seeing my dad for the first time since finding out who Grant really is. I feel like I lied to him our entire dinner, but I know that I didn’t, not technically.
With a heavy sigh, I reach for the front door of my building, my arm is extended forward when my body is suddenly pulled back and around the corner. I open my mouth to scream when a hand covers it, muffling the sound.
“Keep your mouth shut, bitch,” a low sinister voice growls in my ear.
He snatches my purse from my hand and I watch as he throws it into the dumpster. I whimper, when he does. He drags me backward and I feel my body being thrown into the backseat of a car.
“This is who he’s fucking?” a woman’s voice screeches from the front seat. “I’ll never understand what men like in fat bitches.”
My eyes widen at her words, and I want to respond, but I don’t. She spins around in her seat, facing forward. The man shifts the car into drive, and I reach into my back pocket slowly pulling out my phone.
As inconspicuously as I can, I keep my eyes focused on the mirror and the driver, as I use my nail to place my phone on silent. I just hope that I can keep my cell hidden long enough to try to call Grant, or my father, at some point. I don’t know if they’d be able to find me, but maybe just maybe they will.
I shove the phone down in my bra, between my breasts when the car is suddenly pulled to the side of the road. The driver turns around and he grins, pulling out a black bag.
“Time for darkness slut,” he chuckles.
The bag is pulled over my head and something around my neck tightens. It’s dark, just like he said, and I try to tune into my other sense for recognition of where we could be, but I’m completely lost. Tears well in my eyes and I pray that Grant finds me.
GRANT
I frown when I try to call Elise back and she doesn’t answer, again. I glance up at the still quiet house in front of me. There’s a war waging inside of my head. Should I stay here and do my job, or check up on her?
My gut is screaming at me, that she wouldn’t just not call me back, or not answer my call, not if she’s trying to get ahold of me.
Starting my engine, I follow my gut instinct. I’m sure I’m fucking up, but part of me doesn’t really care. Elise is more important than anything else in this world.
Pulling into her parking lot, I notice that her car is in its spot. My frown deepens, making my way into her building. Once I’m upstairs, I use my key to let myself into her place.
“Elise?” I call out, closing the door
behind me.
Flipping on the light I look around and don’t see anything out of place. Thinking that maybe she fell asleep, I swiftly walk back to her bedroom and flip on the light. I stay still for a moment, my racing heart pounding in my ears is the only sound I hear.
She’s not there.
I take my phone out of my pocket and glance at her name. Bypassing it, I call her father.
“Griffin,” he grunts into the phone, sounding half asleep.
Clearing my throat, I ask him. “You still got that tracker on Elise’s phone?”
“Why?”
I didn’t intend on telling him that I was fucking his daughter this way, but she’s obviously not here, and she’s not with him. I have a bad feeling, a really fucking bad feeling.
“She’s not where she should be, she’s not home. Did she say she was going anywhere after dinner?”
“What the fuck?” he roars.
I shake my head, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I can’t argue with you. I need to find her, something is wrong,” I urge.
Thankfully Griffin’s cop instincts are stronger than his fatherly ones because he drops the bullshit. “Meet me at the station,” he barks.
Leaving her apartment, I lock up behind me after one last search. There are no clues, it looks exactly as it did when I left here this afternoon. Fuck. Where is my little doll?
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
ELISE
The bag is ripped off of my head as I’m thrown into a room. The door is locked but I’m not alone. Looking up, I’m surprised to see the woman from earlier staring down at me.
“Your man is fucking with me, and it’s time he stopped,” she announces.
I blink. Unsure of what to say. “Fucking with you?” I finally ask.
