by Alexa Riley
I stroke her cheek. “I’ll go slow. I’ll always take care of you.” I lean down, kissing her bare shoulder. I trail kisses and small bites up and down her neck until our mouths meet once again for a deep kiss, giving her a taste of what is about to come.
I pull my mouth from hers and with a tug I rip her shirt down the center, exposing her breasts to me. Next I go for her pants and panties, tossing them away, leaving her on display for me, all laid out for my taking. I don’t know how I got so lucky to have her, but I’m keeping her. She is my little charm.
She lets out a small gasp, clearly shocked by my fast movements. I should try and go a little slower, but I’ve been picturing her laid out for me like this since I stumbled over her. Now she’s all mine for the taking.
Before she can react more I’m on her, spreading her legs wide to fit my broad shoulders. My mouth covers her pussy. Her hands go to my head, gripping my hair. I know she is already on edge. Her legs shake as she moans my name over and over again, cumming from only a few licks. She might be a virgin, but her body responds to the barest of touches, showing us both just how much she belongs to me.
I don’t stop. I want more of her sweetness coating my mouth. I want her body pulsing with pleasure. I eat her a little more, pushing her toward another orgasm, sucking on her clit until she gives it to me.
I stand and rip at my clothes, getting them off as fast as possible. She lies sprawled out in the center of her bed, her thighs wide, wetness glistening there. She lifts her hips a little and I know she wants more.
I move between her legs. My cock is leaking cum already, begging for release. I had to fight back cumming when I was eating her sweetness. I press my big cock to her tiny opening, holding the tip there, waiting to get myself a little more under control. I take a deep breath, and the cum leaking from my cock smears on her virginal little opening.
I press inside her only a little. “Warren.” She wriggles under me, trying to take more.
“I know what you need. Let me get you ready. Take care of you.” I jack my cock a little more. Cum leaks out. I coat her with it as I gently thrust back and forth, getting her small body ready to take me. As much as I want to thrust home and feel her wrapped around me, I want her pleasure more. I want to show her she will always come first to me.
She starts to move her hips with me. Her pussy clenches the end of my cock. She lets out a moan and it’s my undoing as my balls pull tight. With only the head of my cock inside her, I cum, releasing a load and knowing it’s going to be the first of many tonight.
“Going to fill you up tonight, little one,” I grit out as cum fills her tightness. By the time I’m done there is no way she’s not going to be pregnant. I grunt as the rest of my cum spills inside her, but my cock doesn’t go down. He wants all over her pussy. I know he won’t stop until he gets it.
I can still taste her sweetness on my lips, and I slowly work myself inside her, feeling the easy slide thanks to her cum and mine. She doesn’t flinch much when I break through her hymen.
“Before the night is over we will both know where we belong,” I whisper as I place my forehead to hers.
I slowly start to thrust. She’s so tight it’s taking everything in me to not cum already. She’s so wet and she moans for more, begging me to go faster.
“Not yet,” I say through gritted teeth. I don’t want to hurt her. I want us coming together this time. I reach between us, rubbing her little hard clit with my thumb. Her pussy clamps down on me. I let out a harsh breath as I start to cum all over again. My little spitfire got what she wanted—more of my cum inside her. I keep stroking her, sending her over the edge with me. Her legs lock around me as pleasure spills from her lips. Her pussy tightens even more around my cock, sucking my cum deeper inside of her.
I kiss her lazily, keeping myself inside of her and wanting to make sure none of my cum leaks out of her. I need it to stay deep inside her. I pull back and kiss her everywhere, not wanting my mouth to leave her body.
“More,” she demands, her hips rocking all over again.
“You want more, my little spitfire?” I grunt, rolling us, my cock still deep inside her tightness. “You can have anything you want. I’ll always give it to you.” Her hands land on my chest, her fingers digging into me. Her blonde curls fall everywhere around her like a wild waterfall. God, she looks fucking perfect sitting atop of me, my cock deep inside her.
She lets out a little gasp. Her already full lips are even more swollen. The thought of her on her knees taking my cock in her mouth has cum leaking from my cock all over again. It’s like she has some power over my dick. It should bother me. I’m always in control of everything, but with her she can have it all.
I grab her hips in a possessive hold as I start to show her how to move. She licks her lips before she starts to move on her own, taking what she wants, her nails digging into my chest.
I watch her go up and down my cock, her pussy dripping with cum as she moans my name, making me feel like a fucking king.
“That’s right. Take what you want. I’m all yours to have. Only yours. I belong to you as you belong to me now,” I say through clenched teeth as I rock her back and forth on my cock. “Look at you riding my cock. You see where you belong now?”
I tighten my grip on her hips as she bounces up and down on my cock. I can see the trace of her virginity on her thighs. I have to pull my eyes from between her legs to keep myself from cumming all over again. I won’t cum until she does.
Our eyes lock. “Warren,” she moans, “more.”
At her greedy demand I release her hips and bring my thumb to her clit. “I’ll give you more.” I stroke her as I start to meet her thrusts, pushing myself into her as deep as I can go. She starts to cum as I bottom out inside her, and I feel the cum I left inside her start to leak out even more. I flood her pussy with more. Even after she falls limp against me, her head resting on my chest, I keep moving, stroking my cock with her pussy and getting every drop of my cum into her. Marking her. Claiming her as mine.
I feel her legs shaking as she comes down, and I gently rub her back, leaving her planted on my cock. She hums and wiggles as I throw a blanket over us, keeping us locked together.
“Should I move?” she mumbles sleepily. I kiss the top of her head and tighten my arms around her.
“No, I’m not done with you yet. You’re staying right where you are. Where you belong.”
I run my nose along the top of her head, breathing her in. I’m not sure I’ll be able to fall asleep. I feel like I’m in heaven and I’m scared that if I close my eyes for even a moment she might disappear. That I’ll wake up and she’ll be gone and this was all a dream. Because she is too good to be true. She has woken me up from the fog I’ve been living in and I don’t want to go back to that place. I need to stay here with her. Forever.
“Good,” she breathes, and runs her fingers through the hairs on my chest. She turns her head a little, placing a kiss on my chest, marking me too.
Chapter Seven
Charlie
I roll over with a moan. My body’s still feeling the pleasure from the night before. Maybe not night. At one point I saw the sun start to stream in through the window when we were making love early into the morning.
I reach for Warren but come up with nothing. My eyes flutter open. I sit up wondering where he is. I don’t have to work today, but I planned to spend most of the day in bed with Warren. I glance around and almost laugh at the sight of our clothes everywhere.
It’s crazy how I went from never knowing this man existed to him suddenly being my world. I feel safe. He was right. I think I never felt like I belonged anywhere either because I was looking for him. I think from the start of my life he’s always been my destiny. Why else had my paintings been pulling me to his building?
I’m not going to question it. Warren is one of the best things to ever happen to me and I’m holding on. I slip to the side of the bed and find the shirt he was wearing last night lying on the
floor. I slip it over my head before making my way to find him.
I pause in the living room when I see all my stuff sitting there. It’s everything that I had at the center down in the basement. All my possessions are there. I knew he said he would handle everything, but I didn't think he’d do it this fast. I still have to face Mr. Barton. I don't want to stop working at the center. I love the kids who come there.
I just hated Mr. Barton and now I’m worried that maybe he has made passes at other girls. A lot of the kids at the center come there to hang out while their parents are busy working. It keeps them off the streets and gives them something productive to do.
I’m not sure how to even go about looking into that or what to do. He owns the place. I know he gets a lot of tax write-offs and money from the city as well. If he got in trouble would the community center shut down? I shake my head. I might not know everything about Warren, but something deep inside me knows he will do as he said and make sure this is all handled. I just have to trust. I’m just not used to that.
I debate changing into something of my own but decide to stay in Warren’s shirt. It hits almost to my knees and smells of him. I turn when I hear a door slowly open. I follow the sounds thinking it’s Warren. Someone grabs me, pushing me up against a wall. Before I can scream a hand covers my mouth.
I stare up into Mr. Barton’s eyes. One is almost swollen all the way shut. There are a few other bruises on his face. It looks like someone beat the shit out of him.
“Oh, I wasn't good enough? Needed someone with a little more cash to spread those thighs?” he whispers angrily at me. I stand unmoving, shocked that he’s in Warren’s home. “I’ve lost everything over your fucking ass, so I think I should get a taste of your cunt at least.” He leans in more, I can feel his breath on my face. It shocks me into action. I bring my knee up, nailing him right in the balls.
He screams and falls backward. I spot Warren running toward us down the hall, a look of rage on his face. He lifts Barton and throws him into the wall. He winds his hand around his neck as he holds him a few feet off the ground.
I can see Warren’s knuckles are red and angry. I know now where Barton got the bruises.
“One beating wasn't enough?” Warren yells so loud in his face that I jump. Barton struggles in his hold, but Warren isn't letting him go. “You came to our house. Touched my woman.”
“Our house?” A smile pulls at my lips. I almost want to laugh that that’s what drew my attention most. I like the idea of us living together, not just me staying here.
Warren looks over at me. “If you don’t let him go I’m going to be living here alone,” I tell him, trying to get some of his anger to cool.
“Fuck.” He looks back at Barton and punches him square in the face. I cringe at the sound of bone crunching. Barton slumps against the wall. Warren hauls him from the floor, walks over to the front door, opens it and tosses him out like he’s nothing more than a ragdoll before picking up a phone sitting on the table by the front door.
“There is trash to clean up on the front porch.” He pauses for a moment. “Yeah, it’s him. Take him to the police station. They’re looking for him.” He drops the phone back on the table. Before I can even say anything he’s on me, lifting me up and sitting me on the table, sliding himself between my legs.
I place my hands on his bare chest. I run my fingers across a few scratches he has there. Last night flashes through my mind—I was on top of him, digging my nails into him. My whole body warms and I lick my lips. I like that I marked him in some way. God knows I’m covered in his marks everywhere. Not that I’m complaining. I like the idea of belonging to him.
Warren grunts. “You still need more?” I watch anger leave his face, softness taking over.
“You’ve done this to me,” I tease. “Turned me into a sex addict.”
He chuckles. “Don’t worry. I’ll make sure you get what you need, even if it means I have to quit my job so I can keep my head between those lush thighs of yours.”
I smile up at him. “Are they going to close the center?” I heard him say the police are looking for Barton. I’m guessing Warren found something on him. Not shocking.
“No. As long as you want it there, it stays.”
“You’d do that for me?”
“Soon you’ll never ask that question. You’ll just know without even a trace of doubt.”
“Thank you. This is all…” I trail off, not having words for what all this is.
“This is love,” he finishes for me.
My breath catches. “You love me?”
He smiles, giving me those dimples. “I don’t want to scare you, but I think this might be more. I might be obsessed. A little crazy.” He leans down to make sure our eyes are on each other. I wrap my arms around his neck and run my fingers into his hair.
“I love you, too.” I place a kiss on his lips. “I want to be crazy obsessed with you.”
“That's good, because I’m not letting you go.” He gives me a kiss this time. “I’m also tightening security around here. That fucker should have never gotten in here. I must have left the gate open when I got back and forgot to lock the door. I just wanted to get back to you as soon as possible.” Regret shows on his face. “I’m sorry.”
“Nothing to be sorry for. I never have to see that man again and the center is going to stay open. I should be thanking you.”
“Just don’t ever nail me in my balls like you did him.” He lets out a small laugh. I can still see some of the tension in his body. Maybe I should be scared at how intense this man is for me. He used physical force against Barton. But I feel safe. I actually think I’m more turned on than anything. He stood up for me like no one ever has before. “You can be a little spitfire, you know that?”
“You like it,” I toss back at him.
“I do. Still don’t like you nailing men in the balls. Only balls you ever touch in any way are mine.” A sparkle of jealousy flares in his eyes.
“That so?”
“I’m finding I’m possessive when it comes to you. I won’t share.”
“Me either.”
“Trust me, love, I only want you taking my balls. They are all yours.”
I push his chest gently, and he steps back. I slide off the table and drop to my knees in front of him. I hear him suck in a breath. Warren puts both his hands on the table, bracing himself.
I lick my lips. “You have no idea what the sight of you like this does to me,” Warren breathes out in a gruff voice. He’s gripping the table so hard the veins in his arms are standing up.
I give him a sassy smile, relishing the fact that his control is about to snap over me. I have no idea how I got so lucky, but I know I’m where I belong.
Epilogue
Warren
One Year later…
I hold my daughter close as I watch my wife laughing at something one of the little kids surrounding her said. It’s St. Patrick's Day and we are once again at the Shade building. Only this time the front doors of the building are open for people to come in and out as they please. On the main floor we have different things for children to do, one of those things being face painting.
I turn with my daughter in my arms to look at the painting of the Shade building my wife created before we ever even met. I’d immediately had it sealed in a clear case and framed. I might have sold off the company, but I kept ownership over the building. I could never part with something that brought Charlie and me together.
I kiss the top of my daughter’s head before I head toward my wife. I recognize a lot of the kids here today. A big portion of them regularly go to the community center. I still can’t forget the look on my wife’s face the day I told her she owned it.
She’s done so much with it in the short year she’s had it. Barton is long gone and will never harm another woman. I made sure of that. I like that I can now use some of the political pull I have for the community center. I’d do anything to keep the smile on my wife’s face. Whe
n she’s happy, I’m happy.
We both spend a big chunk of our time there. It’s why I sold the company. I couldn't be in two places at once and I wanted to be with my growing family. Charlie is at the center. I’m at the center. I stroll over to my wife when I see a man start to head her way. I know the look. He’s almost to her. She looks up at him, but his eyes catch me heading toward them. I shoot him a look I’ve perfected over the last year. Stay the fuck away from my wife. It’s one I have to use more often than I like.
She turns, knowing I’m here. She shakes her head, sending her blonde curls bouncing. They’re the same little curls she gave our daughter. I pray our next child is a boy. I’m going to need all the help I can get.
“You about ready? We have dinner plans tonight,” I remind her. The reservation isn't for a few hours, but I have plans that include my wife on her back while our daughter takes a nap. I need to get another baby inside her. She said she wants a big family and I always give my wife what she wants.
“Fredrik is bringing John again.” she beams up at me. Frederik’s grandma took a turn for the better and so has his dating life, it seems. He’s been with the same man for over six months now. I’m pretty sure that's a record. I hope it sticks because my wife loves date night with them. I also like John. He enjoys good whiskey and can go on about baseball as much as I can.
She leans up on her tiptoes. I bend a little so our mouths meet. I try to deepen the kiss, and my wife laughs.
“Let's get you home. I know what you need.” She gives me a small smile. “You’re trying to get another baby in me.”
I know the chances aren't great. The doctor said it would be hard getting her knocked up again while she’s still breastfeeding. I can’t bring myself to choose which I love more—her round with my child or when her breasts leak her sweetness.
