Guarding Her Body

by Olivia T. Turner

  She tastes too damn good.

  I no longer care that she’s my best friend’s daughter. How could I when her virgin pussy tastes as heavenly as this?

  Her father Brian is just going to have to deal with it, or that will be the end of our friendship. My Candy is more important to me than anything. I’d give up anything for her, even my best friend.

  Nothing is going to get in the way of us.

  Before long, she’s about to cum again. She’s screaming my name as her legs start shaking, dangerously close to the edge. I wrap my strong arms around her young body, holding her steady as I rub her clit with my thumb and plunge my tongue deep into her hole.

  When I press a finger against her tight little asshole, it’s enough to send her flying over the edge into bliss. She arches her back and cries out as she gives me another fierce orgasm.

  Her tight pussy squeezes my tongue and I can’t wait any longer. I need to feel these silky walls hug my shaft. I have to plant my seed in her virgin womb and make her mine. For good.

  Candy’s body is trembling as I stand up, gripping my cock as I step between her legs. She’s so wet. Her syrupy juices are sliding down the inside of her trembling thighs. I scoop the delicious nectar up with my finger and suck on it as I grip her ass.

  “I’m going to take your cherry now. It will be mine after this and you’ll never get it back.”

  “Take it,” she whines, her voice thick with need. She presses her ass against me, desperate for my cock. “I saved it for you.”

  The thought of her saving this sweet body for me makes my dick ache with pride. It’s time to give her what she’s been waiting for, what I’ve been waiting for.

  I take control and grab her waist with one hand as I slide my dick up her wet slit with the other. She gasps and turns her head, looking at me with eyes glazed over with lust.

  Her parted pink lips turn from an O shape to a tight line as I slowly push the thick head of my cock into her wet opening.

  She’s so fucking tight.

  My whole body is flexed and on edge as I slide into her hot virgin cunt. She’s tighter than I expected and it makes me breathless as her slick walls grip the head of my cock with a fierce death grip.

  Her body tenses up when I feel her cherry, firm and tight against my cock. I squeeze her waist and grin as I pop through it, making her cry out. I take a deep satisfied breath as I thrust the rest of the way inside until I’m balls deep in her and shivering with the anticipation of filling her innocent womb with my seed.

  When I give her my seed and plant a baby inside of her, she’ll be attached to me forever. She’ll never be able to leave me.

  “Fuck, Candy,” I groan as I slowly pull back out. Her young pussy is squeezing my cock like she never wants me to leave her. It’s so snug and the intense sensation has me holding my breath and grunting with every slow inch that I pull back.

  A sweet burn flows through my veins as I thrust back into her, stretching her, filling her with my thickness.

  She’s gripping the couch with her hand as she arches her back, taking in every inch of my manhood. And loving every second of it.

  “How does my cock feel in you?” I ask, my breath deep and throaty. “Was it worth the wait?”

  “Fuck yes,” she says between gasps. Her eyes are squeezed shut as I thrust all the way in, my hard pelvis hitting her soft ass cheeks.

  I wrap an arm around her neck and pull her up. Her mouth is hanging open as she looks over her shoulder, her eyes clouded with lust and desire. I grab her neck and claim her mouth, taking it in a hard and demanding kiss.

  She moans on my greedy tongue as I hold her hip and slowly slide back before hammering her with a hard thrust.

  “I’m yours,” she moans when I release her lips. “I only want you.”

  “Good,” I say as I fuck her tight cunt. “Because no one else will ever see this pussy but me. No one will ever grab this beautiful ass or see these perfect tits. Ever. You got that?”

  “Yes,” she says, breathless as I give her another hard thrust.

  “I want you to cum in me,” she moans as I start letting her have it, fucking her with an intensity that even surprises me.

  “I’m going to cum in you every day,” I say as I let her neck go and she falls back over the couch. I grab her hips as I fuck her from behind, staring down at her perfect little pink asshole that’s spread for me. “I’m going to coat your pussy with my cum so that whenever you leave, you’ll feel me in you and anyone who comes close will know that I’ve got you claimed. They’ll smell me on you and will know that you’re mine.”

  “I am yours,” she says, rocking back and forth with every thrust. Her supple tits swing back and forth with every thrust of my big cock. “I’ll never leave.”

  That’s what I like to hear but I can’t be sure of that until I plant my seed in her and put a baby in her belly. It’s not like I would ever let her leave but getting her pregnant would be one more chain that would secure her to me.

  Just the thought of seeing her belly round with my child has my orgasm clawing forward, threatening to rip out of me.

  Her wet cunt is still gripping me tight despite the juices flowing down her lips and coating my balls. The feeling is so good that I can’t hold off for much longer.

  “Alright, sweet girl,” I say as warmth rushes through me. I ramp up my rhythm until my body is slapping against her ass with harder, longer, deeper and stronger strokes.

  She cries out as I press my thumb against her delicious pink asshole, giving it just enough pressure to make her shiver. I’ll fuck it one day for her but right now, her virgin womb is the only thing on my mind. I want to fill it for her.

  “I’m going to cum in this cunt,” I say, grabbing the back of her neck with a firm grip. She whines but she’s loving it. I can tell by the way she throws her hips back, slamming into me with every powerful thrust. “Then you’ll be mine forever. Then there’s no going back.”

  “Do it!” she screams, the desperation clear in her voice. “Please!”

  A carnal roar rips out of my chest as I plant my cock deep into her cunt and let go. My hands are digging into her soft flesh as I empty my cum into her virgin womb, planting my seed and making her mine for all eternity.

  She throws her head back and cries out as she follows with her own orgasm. Her pussy squeezes my cock impossibly tight and it’s the best feeling that I’ve ever had in my life.

  My heart is pounding as I press into her, enjoying her warmth as I release every last drop inside her silky tunnel.

  Her head drops on the couch as her orgasm consumes her and I grin as I watch her lying there so exhausted and satisfied. The intense high rushing through my veins is starting to slow down as I catch my breath and I can finally think clearly again.

  My cock is still rock hard as I hold it in her, loving how her warm cunt is still squeezing me like she’s desperate to keep me in there all night. But she’s got nothing to worry about, I’m going to be in here every second that I can.

  I slowly pull out and she lets out a whining gasp as the tip of my dick slides out of her. I’m coated in her sticky juices, just like I always fantasized.

  Candy falls onto the couch and curls up into a ball, completely spent. I can still feel my heart pounding in my chest as I sit down beside her and cover her beautiful young body with a blanket.

  She’s already sleeping as I stroke her hair, admiring every inch of her flawless face. She could already be carrying my baby and that wonderful thought fills me with pride and joy.

  She’s mine now and I’m never going to let her go.

  No one is ever going to take her from me. Not her father, not the boys from school, no one.

  She’s mine to take care of.

  She’s mine to keep.

  And if she’s not bred now, I’ll fuck her every second of the day until she is. Until she’s bound with me through our baby.

  It’s my right now.

  Because she’s mine.
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  Chapter Eight

  Logan

  “Is that him?”

  Candy nods, gulping as she watches the dead punk walk across the campus.

  She’s not afraid of him or for my safety. She’s afraid of what I will do to him. What I am capable of.

  I don’t even know what I’m capable of at this moment. Something dark within tells me that I’m capable of anything when it comes to my sweet girl.

  There’s nothing I won’t do for her.

  My heart is pounding as I step out of the car, leaving her inside. My muscles are quivering as I hurry over, following him down the path.

  Matt Cialdini.

  The dead fucker who tried to force himself on her the night I picked her up from the police station.

  A part of his hair is still shaved with long gruesome stitches running down his scalp.

  I smile with pride.

  My baby girl is a tough one. She gives it as good as she gets.

  I should know.

  My dick is still sore from this morning’s love session.

  Matt leers at a girl who’s walking in the opposite direction. She holds her books to her chest and cringes, walking faster to get away from him.

  I squeeze my hands into fists as I clench my jaw, picturing what I’m going to do to him when I get him alone.

  It’s morning on the school campus and there are students and teachers everywhere, hurrying to class. This is not the place to do it.

  I have to be smart.

  I have a lot to lose now.

  I have Candy.

  And I’m definitely not going to do anything that can result in me losing her.

  Matt hops off the path and walks along the building where there are fewer people.

  Perfect.

  I smile as I follow him. My tense body excited with anticipation.

  I’ve been waiting for this moment since Candy told me about it in the car. Now it’s here and I can finally make him pay for touching what’s mine.

  I want to slice his throat for even breathing in her direction. I want to rip out his eyes for looking at her. I want to cut out his tongue for speaking to her.

  And I want to break each finger to teach him a lesson for touching the untouchable. Because Candice is mine now and she’s untouchable to anyone but me.

  Matt stops in the cover of two large pine trees and drops his bag on the ground. He looks down as he pulls out his dick to take a piss.

  I pull a knife out of my pocket and run my finger along the sharp blade, testing it. I’ve killed lot’s of men like this when I was in the military but never in the real world.

  Stop.

  I take a deep breath and calm the rage that’s boiling inside of me.

  My priority is Candice. It’s always going to be Candice.

  I can’t just go around killing every last guy who looks at her no matter how much I want to. That will surely land me in jail where I won’t be able to press her soft body to mine any longer.

  That can’t happen.

  I take a deep breath and keep walking, stalking him as he pees.

  I can’t kill him but I can teach him a lesson.

  Because nobody lays a hand on my girl.

  “Hello, Matt,” I say, pushing the cold blade against the soft skin of his neck.

  He gasps as his body tightens in shock. It’s a good thing that he’s peeing on the ground right now or he would have pissed his pants.

  “Wha-who?”

  “I’m a friend of Candice Murphy. You know Candice Murphy, don’t you?”

  “No,” he says with a gulp.

  I grab a fistful of his hair and yank his head back, digging the point of my knife into his soft flesh until beads of red come rolling out.

  He whimpers like a little bitch.

  “Think really hard,” I say as he stops peeing. His hands drop to his sides and his pants and underwear fall down to his ankles. “Candice Murphy. The beautiful angel who you harassed and tried to get drunk.”

  “I think you got the wrong guy,” he says in a shaky voice.

  I spin him around and slam him up against the brick wall with my thick forearm pressing into his neck so hard that he starts to turn blue.

  The stitches in his head still look raw and irritated. There’s at least fifteen of them.

  My girl really sliced him up good.

  That might be enough payment for most guys but not for me. He’s going to really pay for what he thought about doing to my girl.

  “Maybe this will help you remember.”

  He screams as I dig my fingers into his fresh wound and grab the black string that’s holding his skin in place. With a grunt, I rip out the stitches with one firm yank.

  He crumples to the grass, sobbing as he holds his head which is now gushing with blood.

  “You’re pathetic,” I say, tossing the bloody string at him.

  He flinches as I bend down in front of him and slowly drag the tip of my blade up his inner thigh until it I reach his little limp dick that’s hiding like a scared turtle.

  “If you ever. Look in my eyes, Matt. If you ever. Ever. Fucking speak, touch, or even fucking look at my girl again, I will cut your little pecker off and shove it down your throat. You got that?”

  He’s sobbing uncontrollably as he holds his bloody head.

  “Yes,” he mumbles between sobs.

  “I didn’t hear you,” I say with a flick of my wrist. The blade cuts his dick but it’s just a warning. A playful knick.

  You’d swear I’d cut it off with the way that he screams and his body shakes with sobs.

  “Yes!” he screams, shaking his head as he squeezes his eyes closed, probably wishing that he was anywhere but here with me, with a knife resting up against his prick.

  “Consider yourself lucky,” I say, wiping my blade on his jacket to get the blood off. “If you were anywhere else, this blade would have gone through your heart.”

  “Please,” he whines, covering his face with a shaking hand. “I won’t touch her. She’ll never see me again.”

  “Good,” I say, standing up and looking down at him. “Because if she does, then you’ll see me again. And next time I won’t let you walk away.”

  I exhale long and slow as I duck out from under the trees and stroll back onto the path feeling better than ever.

  He won’t touch her again.

  I’m fucking sure of that.

  “Are you okay?” Candice asks when I get back into the car. Her beautiful green eyes are locked on a spot of blood on the sleeve of my coat.

  “He won’t bother you again.”

  “What happened?”

  I turn away from her and start the car. “Don’t ask me that again. When it comes to your protection, I’ll do what I must to keep you safe. Just don’t ask how I do it.”

  Candice sits back in her seat and nods as she looks out the windshield. “Okay.” Her voice is low and soft and I think that she may be upset until she places her warm hand on mine and gives it a little squeeze. “Thank you,” she whispers. “For everything.”

  My heart jumps as I pull away from the curb and drive down the street.

  “Enough about him,” I say, grinning as I look at her. She looks stunning with the morning sun cascading down on her in her white dress. Her hair is done up with a red flower and the sight is so beautiful that I feel like I’m going to die. “Today is supposed to be a good day.”

  “It is a good day,” she says, smiling as she rests her cheek on my bicep. “The best day ever.”

  She sits like that, content and happy, as we drive to the courthouse to get married.

  It’s been three days since she came back into my life and this wedding is three days overdue. Actually, it’s three years overdue.

  I wanted to marry her ever since I saw her standing at the altar at her father’s wedding. She looked breathtaking, like she does now, and I just knew that I had to have her.

  Well, now that moment has come and she’s going to be mine forever.
Not just in body and soul but in paperwork and law.

  I park the car and walk around it to open her door.

  “Are you ready to become Mrs. Candice Taylor?” I ask.

  She steps on her toes and gives me a kiss. A kiss that tastes like candy.

  “I’ve been ready for a long time.”

  “Good,” I say, scooping her up in my arms. She squeals in delight as her feet leave the pavement.

  “Then let’s get married!”

  Epilogue

  Candice

  Ten years later…

  I smile when I hear Logan’s car pull up in the driveway. He’s back from the gym, which means that he’s ready for his second workout.

  He’s done his weightlifting and now he’s ready for his cardio.

  Lucky me.

  Logan is always frisky when he comes home from the gym. It’s a mixture of the rush of adrenaline and the pain he always feels when he goes two hours without seeing me.

  I bite my bottom lip in excited anticipation as he shuts the engine off and opens the door. I hurry to the toaster and duck down, quickly checking my teeth and hair in the blurry metal. I look good. Two kids later and I’m still as beautiful to Logan as the day we met.

  I have some stretch marks on my stomach and my breasts aren’t as perky as they once were but he doesn’t care. He still kisses them and touches them every second that he can and he doesn’t avoid my stomach during sex; he takes care, licking and kissing every inch of it. He says that it was the home of his two sons and that is the most beautiful thing in the world.

  I shiver in anticipation as he walks through the door and tosses his bag on the floor. I know what’s coming next. That’s why I had sent the kids to the park.

  He lets out a low growl when he walks into the room and sees me puttering around the kitchen with my apron on. That intense look in his dark brown eyes makes my pussy clench. I’m already wet for him.

  My nerve endings are already tingling with need as he throws his keys on the counter and stalks me like a beast, not stopping until he lifts me up and plants me on the counter where I can’t get away.