by K. Webster
Rebecca: Made it home. Dad is pissed.
Rebecca: Hello?! I told Seth you said he was hot. Oops.
Rebecca: Seth and Eden sitting in a tree…
Rebecca: How are things with Mr. Hottie Zeke Wilder?
Rebecca: I’m guessing by your lack of response that you’re finally losing your V-card. Lucky bitch. Call me tomorrow.
I hurry and reply so she won’t worry.
Me: Things are going great. Too great. Zeke is different—good different. I’m breaking up with Parker. Tell you about it later.
When I lift my eyes, Zeke is stretched out over his bed lying on one elbow. His gaze is skimming over my naked flesh and embarrassment prickles through me.
“What?”
“I could stare at you all day…” he trails off, his eyes distant.
A smile tugs at my lips. I let my eyes skitter over his colored, muscular body. His penis hangs thick but limp in front of him. I wonder how it would feel to put it in my mouth—to suck on him to the point that he comes. Would he adore me?
I want to be adored by him.
I want to kneel before him and taste him but I’m not bold enough to tell him that. Instead, I sit on the edge of the bed and scroll through my phone until I find Parker’s name. It’s late and he probably won’t answer anyway.
While my finger hovers over his name, the bed moves behind me. Zeke’s large hands slide around me and over my breasts. I whimper when he pinches each nipple between his thumbs and fingers.
“Why do you like it when I hurt you, Eden?”
His words cause me to take pause and I flutter my eyes closed. “I don’t know.”
He pinches my nipples again, this time harder and I cry out. “Not a good enough answer, sugar. Tell me why.”
I don’t want to tell him. But I do.
It’s nice to verbalize things I don’t even speak of to Rebecca—about how controlling Daddy is and about how much I am not even in like with Parker.
“You make me feel, Zeke. The pain, the pleasure—I like them with you. I like that a part of me is awake and curious. It feels natural with you.”
His growl is my only warning before he hauls me up onto the bed.
This woman is killing me.
I have cravings—cravings she wants to satisfy.
Now, as I regard her quivering body sprawled out on the bed beneath me, I want to grant her wishes.
Hurt her.
Fuck her.
Make her feel.
“I want to put bruises all over your body—bruises I inflict with my hands, fingers, and mouth. Your skin is so white and untouched. Virgin even. It’s only fitting that I ruin your flesh like I ruined your innocence. What would Daddy say to see you all bruised up?”
Her eyes drag away from mine and she stares off behind me. “I don’t know. He’d call me a whore.”
I’m jealous of her fucking father which is insane. I don’t want him telling her what to do or preventing her from doing things she wants. He’d better hope I never meet his ass because I’d love nothing more than to break his nose for the sport of it. Eden is mine now. They’ll soon all understand this.
“You’re not a whore, Eden. I’m freeing you and teaching you what it means to feel. Your daddy is a dick that gets off on keeping you under his thumb,” I bark out, anger rolling through me. “Do you want out from under his thumb, sugar?”
Her sad eyes find mine and she nods. “I do but I’m not sure I can.”
Grabbing her knees, I spread her open as far as she’ll go and sit back with my ass on my feet so I can observe what’s mine. Her pussy is still bright red but glistens with her arousal. This woman, no matter what that fucker has instilled into her brain, craves to be released into a world that I rule.
“Your pussy is such a fucking turn-on right now. I love that even though I obliterated your virginity, you’re still a damn innocent. Does it scare you that I want to break you? That I want to slaughter your purity and teach you every wicked thing I know?”
She whimpers and attempts to draw her knees together. It only serves to piss me off and harden my cock. Pushing her back open, I set to putting hickeys all over the insides of her thighs to match the ones I gave to her earlier which are already showing up all over her neck and chest. I wasn’t lying when I told her I wanted to mark all of her flesh.
I want to give her all of her orgasms.
I want all of her holes in due time.
I want to spank and bite her.
“Zeke!” she cries out when I get close to her dripping pussy.
“Yes, Eden?” My hot breath on her delicate flesh sends an eruption of quivers through her body.
“You’re teasing me.”
She yelps when I bite her thigh.
“You’d rather me cut to the chase and spank your ass?” I ask and sit up.
Her crystal blue eyes widen and her nostrils flare. “W-w-what? Are you going to spank me?”
“If I want to, I will. What I really want is to yank on your hair while I fuck you from behind. What do you think about that?”
Her eyes droop a bit and she bites on her lip. “It might hurt.”
I bellow with laughter and crawl over her languid body and kiss her deep. My cock lies thick and ready between us. “Of course it’ll hurt, sugar. And you’ll like it.”
She spreads her legs further open and wriggles beneath me. “Make love to me. Like in the movies.”
I raise an amused brow at her. She’s so fucking cute right now, her hopes and dreams on blatant display for me. This girl dreams about a Leave it to Beaver life, all perfect and shit. Yet, she wants to be a whore on the side. I’m sure we can accommodate both fantasies.
Sliding one hand into her hair and gripping her gently, I fist my cock in the other. She digs her nails into my sides when I ease it into her sore pussy. Even though she’s wet for me now, I know she hurts. But my girl is taking every thick inch like a fucking champ.
“Like this, sugar?”
Her eyes flutter closed and soft moans come from her mouth. I brush my lips across hers and kiss her in a soft manner. With each thrust, she grows more and more impatient. It’ll take me forever to come having just orgasmed twice in a row tonight, so I’m not worried about grabbing a condom just yet. Besides, this is her fantasy, not mine. When it’s time for her to be the whore she fears, I’ll definitely need a condom then.
“You’re so beautiful and your body was made for mine,” I coo, dropping sweet kisses all over her mouth.
She basks in my praise and it only creates more of a possessive desire to make her mine. Those fuckwads don’t tell her enough shit like this. Shit that she needs to hear—shit she deserves to hear.
“Am I hurting you?” I murmur against her mouth.
Her head shakes back and forth. “No, but…”
“You like it rough, don’t you Eden? Did I spoil you by giving you the naughty shit before the sweet?”
Her wild eyes meet mine and she nods.
I don’t wait for her to change her mind and jerk my cock out of her. She yelps at the loss of it. Grabbing onto her hips, I manhandle her over onto her belly. I shove her thighs forward so that her ass is in the air. Knowing this will get me off, I reach over and steal another condom from the drawer. Once I’m protected against getting her pregnant, I sit up on my knees. I see the phone on the bed beside her and an evil thought crosses my mind.
“Beg for it, sugar.”
She wiggles her cute ass at me and does as she’s told. “Please, Zeke.”
“Please what?”
“Please, um, make love to me.”
My dick is painfully hard at her shy words.
“Not good enough, Eden. Talk dirty. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
I slap my cock against her pussy and she moans. “Yes! Okay? Yes, please fuck me Zeke. Pull my hair too. I want to feel you.”
I tease her clit by rubbing the tip of my dick between her lips. “Does this feel good?”
“Mmmmh
hhmmm.”
“Good, now call Parker.”
Her head lifts up to face the headboard and her body tightens. “What? Now?”
“Yes, and then I want you to let him hear that I’m taking what he thought was his.”
She whimpers but when I slide my cock back along her clit, she sends a shaky hand toward the phone. With a swipe of her finger, she opens the phone and finds his name. Her finger once again hovers over the button.
“Can he make you feel as good as I do, sugar?”
She shakes her head and mashes the button. I continue my teasing of her clit while it rings. After several rings, he picks up.
“Eden? Why are you calling so late?”
When she doesn’t answer, I pop her ass and she yelps. “Parker! I, uh, we need to break up,” she blurts out.
He must drop the phone because there is a commotion on the other end. “What? You can’t break up with me.”
I bristle at his indignant tone and have the urge to throttle his ass.
“Parker, I can break up with you. We aren’t a—” she gasps when I open her ass cheeks so I can take a peek at her tight puckered asshole, “—good match.”
He curses under his breath and I shove my dick into her pussy without warning.
“Oh God!” she cries out, burying her face into the covers.
“What’s going on, Eden? Do I need to call your father and ask what’s come over you? I bought you a stupid ring the other day!”
She squirms but I dig my fingers into her hips and draw her back up to her hands and knees, to keep her still while I fuck her. My balls slap against her clit and with each thrust, she gasps.
“Take it back, P-P-Parker. I don’t want to marry you. We’re through.”
“Don’t be stupid,” he snaps. “We’ll sort this out tomorrow at a decent hour. Your father will know—”
She arches her back and rage ripples through her tiny body. “Leave Daddy out of this!”
“She found someone else, asshole,” I bark out.
The line goes silent and Eden shudders.
“Zeke,” she hisses and reaches for the phone.
Yanking it away from her, I toss it on the bed near me and out of her reach.
“Now you’re all mine, baby,” I growl. “Beg me to hurt you.”
She’s whimpering again and when I slip my fingers back along the crack of her ass, she bucks away from me. Tugging her back to me, I slap her ass and then grab a handful of her hair. I plunge into her forcefully and nearly come when she screams loud enough to wake the damn dead.
“You like this. Say it, Eden. Tell me you like it when I fuck you.”
I hope that asshole hears every single goddamned word as I fuck his now ex-girlfriend. That’ll teach him to care more about her daddy’s dick than the gem he had in his grasp.
“I like it.”
“Louder. Talk dirty to me, Eden!”
“I like it when you fuck me. It hurts but it feels good too.”
My eyes roll back in my head at her words. Such a fucking turn-on.
“I want inside your tight little ass,” I growl.
Her moan is needy and she nods. “Do it. I want you to do it.”
Chuckling, I swat her ass again. “You can’t handle my cock there yet, sugar. Soon but not tonight. But, I bet I can accommodate you.”
I stick my thumb in my mouth and suck on it briefly before spreading her ass cheeks back open. My thumb probes her opening there, my thrusting into her pussy never waning, and I slowly press into her.
“Ahh!”
“Shhh, relax. It’ll feel better than anything I’ve given you so far. Trust me.”
Her body responds to my words and I’m granted deep access with my thumb. The pressure on my dick inside her body grows with my thumb there and I attempt to push away the curls of pleasure threatening to make me come early.
I slip my free hand around her and assault her clit. Her body quakes with an impending explosion of pleasure.
“Too much,” she moans. “Too much.”
But the moment she utters those words, she unravels with a wild scream that echoes off every surface in my apartment. Her body clenches around both my thumb and my cock, sending my body into an all-consuming orgasm. My dick throbs with its explosive release and I look forward to the day I can fuck her bareback all the time.
The thought sobers me.
I’m fucking obsessed with this woman already.
To the point that I’d chance knocking her pretty little ass up.
What would her damn daddy think then?
Images of the tiny woman with a swollen belly and plump tits will make for great whack off material later.
I gently slip my thumb out of her ass and pop my dick out of her hot body. She collapses onto the bed, body still shuddering with what I know has to be an epic climax for her.
It’s then that I realize the phone is still on. Was that horny asshole listening to me fuck her? I pick up the phone and listen.
Angry breaths rush out on the other line.
My gaze drags over to her ass that’s still pointing in the air. Her sweet pussy is still dripping with her recent arousal.
With a low voice, I mutter, “She’s mine now.”
I don’t wait for a response and hang up.
When Zeke leaves my side to dispose of the condom, reality snakes its slick tentacles around my brain.
What have I done?
The man in the other room dizzies me to the point that I don’t even recognize myself. I’m not this girl—some girl that loses her virginity to a one-night stand. I’m not some girl that breaks up with her boyfriend of two years over the phone while another man takes her.
Crap!
I sit up and crawl off the bed. Every muscle in my body, especially my calves are sore and used. I’m on fire between my legs and I have bruises everywhere. Yet, despite all the pain, I am satisfied. Free even. I’m different.
My clothes are all over the place so I set to searching for them. I’m bending over to pick up my white panties when a strong arm hooks around my waist from behind.
“And where do you think you’re going?” he growls from behind me.
Slowly, I stand up and lean back against his chest. His hand slides over my belly and it feels familiar there. Truth is, I like when Zeke touches me. I crave his skin on mine.
“I think I should go home. This has all gotten way out of hand. I’m not this girl,” I sigh and bite my lip to keep from crying.
I’m confused and frustrated.
I don’t want to leave but the logical part of my brain tells me I need to. This will get back to Daddy and I fear what’ll happen after that.
“You’re right,” he murmurs into my hair. “You’re not that girl. At least not anymore. You’re mine—Zeke’s Eden—the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever been with. The moment I saw you, I knew fate sent you to me.”
I melt into his arms and twist around to face him. His dark brows are furrowed, concern written clearly on his face. He doesn’t want me to leave and that releases a million butterflies into my chest.
“I’m scared.”
His hands slip into my hair and he tugs me back so that I’m staring up at him. “What do you have to be scared of, Eden? I’m not going anywhere. Four years is a long time to think about what you want in life. And I want you. End of fucking story.”
I smile at his words. In his little apartment, out of Daddy’s steely clutches, I feel safe and cared for. By some stranger no less.
“Come on,” he says with a grin, “let me take care of you.”
He breaks away from me and saunters into the bathroom giving me a delicious view of his butt. I trail after him and find that he’s started a bath and is pouring something into it.
“Don’t ask how I have bubble shit up here,” he laughs. “Grant thinks of everything.”
He shakes his head as he tests the temperature. The alluring and relaxing scent of lavender fills the air as my eyes skim down his p
erfect sculpted chest and flat belly. I wonder how many hours a day he works out to get like this. It makes me self-conscious for my own body and I fold my arms across my stomach to hide it.
Turns out it isn’t bubble bath but instead a bath salt. I find myself eager to bathe with him, although, I’m not sure how we’ll both fit in the small tub. After it fills up, he shuts off the water and climbs in. When he sits, it nearly spills over the sides.
He holds a hand out to me and I let him help me into the slippery tub. Once I settle between his legs and rest my back against his chest, I groan out in relief. The hot water diminishes the soreness between my legs and I slightly spread them to let more heat saturate me there.
“This is nice, Zeke.”
His arms are resting around my belly as he holds me. After some time he speaks, his warm breath tickling my hair.
“Tell me about yourself. I don’t know anything about you. Do you have plans for college?” he questions.
I frown. Originally, I had wanted to go to school to become a teacher. Whenever I’d help out at the nursery at church, I adored playing with the kids. It seemed a natural choice.
“Um, Daddy encouraged me to enroll at Eternity Bible College near LA. I’ve been accepted and will attend in the fall,” I say, but can’t keep the disappointment out of my voice.
“He encouraged you or told you what you were going to do?” His question is soft.
Biting my lip, I shrug my shoulders. “He told me in our family the women either go to Bible College or they marry a man of the church. Parker is going to college to become a pastor.”
His body tightens beneath me with the mention of Parker. “What did you want to do before your father told you what you had to do?” he growls.
I turn into his arms and meet his angry gaze. Tears well in my eyes because he cares for my wellbeing more than Daddy or Parker ever had and I’ve barely known him an evening.
“I wanted to be a teacher. Stupid, huh?” I laugh bitterly.
He hugs me tighter to him and kisses my head. “Well, considering my mom is a teacher, I don’t think it’s stupid at all. She loves her job—says it’s her calling.”
This only further darkens my mood. I twist away from him and relax against him again, the silence stretching out between us.
