by Riley, Alexa
“You’re the only woman I’ve ever had in my house, Duchess. The only woman who’s ever been in my bed. And after tonight, you’re the only one who’s ever going to be in it again.”
I see her hands tremble a little at my words, and seeing her a little nervous makes me impossibly harder.
“I’m gonna eat that sweet pussy before I take your cherry. I want you nice and relaxed when I get inside you.” I reach down and rub my cock through my boxer briefs, trying to relieve the ache. “But after you cum and I get my cock in you, I wanna fuck you hard. I want you to remember this first time forever.”
I climb on the bed and dive between her legs, not wasting any more time. I push her thighs far apart and put my whole mouth on her pussy. I open wide, sucking her into my mouth and licking her at the same time. Her hands shoot out, grabbing my hair, and she grips me hard as I eat.
Her rich virgin cunt is so sweet and juicy. She’s like a warm peach, and I can’t get enough. I move down, sticking my tongue as far inside her unfucked pussy as I can go. I feel her hymen with my tongue, and I lick it, letting it know I’m about to fuck through it.
Moving down, I pull her ass cheeks apart and lick her there, feeling her tight ring. She moans again at the sensation, and I move over, biting her ass cheek hard, leaving teeth marks. I want to mark her body up with signs of me so that everyone knows who she belongs to. No more bullshit fiancé, no more wedding talk. That all ends tonight.
I move back up to her pussy, sucking on her lips and clit. I don’t have a lot of patience, so I focus on getting her off instead of dragging it out. When I suck her pussy in my mouth and give her clit a gentle bite, she nearly pulls my hair out as she climaxes, tensing up and shouting my name.
After I milk her orgasm, and she stutters, trying to push me away, I sit up and move over her body.
“Reach down and take my cock out, Duchess. I want you to be the one to put it in you. I want you to remember that you asked me to claim you.”
I lean down, taking her mouth in a kiss and letting her taste her pussy. Her juices are covering my beard, and the smell of her is driving me insane. Her warm tongue sweeps into my mouth as her hand goes between us and she pulls out my cock. I feel her grab the base of it and move it to her opening as she bites my bottom lip. When the tip of my cock is at her virgin entrance, I feel the head of it get coated in her sticky juice.
Pulling back from the kiss, I look down into her eyes and hold her face. “You ready?”
“Yes, Paine. I want you.” Her eyes are pleading and needy, and I can see that she wants this just as much as I do.
I run my stained hands over her creamy white skin, down to her tits. I grab one and lean down, taking her nipple in my mouth. I bite down on it hard as I thrust my bare cock into her virgin cunt. It’s tighter than my own hand. Tighter than anything else I’ve ever felt. She’s so hot and wet, and it’s pure heaven. I feel her tense under me, but I keep going. I told her I would fuck her rough, and I intend to. I want her sore and thinking of me every time she sits down. I’ll kiss it better later, but right now, I’m claiming it.
“You on the pill?” I grunt out as her nipple pops out of my mouth. I thrust hard again.
She lets out what sounds like a cross between a moan and a yell, and I grab her hands, holding them over her head. I pin them both down with one hand and with my other, I grab her leg and throw it over my shoulder. I want in there deep.
“Answer me, Duchess. You taking anything to keep me from breeding you?” Her eyes snap up to mine, and I feel the wicked smile spread across my face. “That’s right, baby. I plan on cumming in you until you’re bred. You’re not keeping me from that, are you?”
I feel her pussy clench at my words, and I thrust harder. After two more thrusts, she moans and shakes her head.
“Tell me, Duchess. Tell me you aren’t on anything and you want me to cum inside you.”
Looking up at me, she raises her hips at my thrusts, and moans, “I’m not on anything. Cum inside me, Paine.”
“Tell me you want my cum, Duchess. Tell me you want it deep inside you, coating your unprotected womb.”
“I want it,” she whispers, and raises her hips again.
I reach between us and rub her clit. With her leg over my shoulder, she’s wide open and taking only what only I can give her. It takes just a few strokes and she’s clenching around me, squeezing my cock and cumming on me.
I look down to where we are joined and see her cream spreading up and down my shaft as I fuck her. Seeing her go off has me losing it, and I thrust hard one last time, emptying my cum inside her.
My orgasm goes on for a solid minute as my balls draw up and unload into her waiting womb. After I release every drop, I keep her in place with my dick still inside her, holding her hips up, and making sure my cum stays there.
I lazily move my cock in and out just a little as we sit there.
“Come lie down beside me, Paine.” Penelope reaches for me but I shake my head.
“Just a little longer like this, baby. I wanna make sure my cum stays in you.” I want to make sure she’s bred. Nothing will take her.
Nine
Penelope
I wake to kisses traveling down my spine, before they move to my butt cheeks. The whiskers of his beard make me giggle and try to wriggle away. I still feel the wetness of his cum inside me and on my thighs, and I get a soft bite on my ass to halt my movements.
“You passed out on me,” he mumbles against my skin, then takes another soft bite of the opposite ass cheek, like he is trying to give them equal attention.
“It’s all your fault. I passed out from exhaustion, and you didn’t even feed me.” I look over my shoulder at him to give my best pout.
“I’m sorry, Duchess. It slipped my mind. I filled up on your sweet cunt.” He kisses the same spots where he bit me, pulling himself from the bed and taking me with him up and over his shoulder, strolling through the house like I weigh nothing. I don’t even struggle with being carried around like I’m a doll. I have a nice view of his ass from this angle, but too bad he slipped on his boxer briefs. I watch his powerful leg muscles move us with ease down the hall, reminding me of how big he really is.
I’ve never had this closeness with someone before, and I’m going to suck up every second of it. I’m sick of fighting this. The last few hours of my life have been the best I can remember.
I’m through with everything, and it’s all going to change today. This is something I’ve never done. I’ve always done what my father’s wanted and that’s gotten me nowhere. Everything from the classes I took, to the activities I participated in, he had laid out for me.
It feels freeing to let go. I thought I would’ve had this freedom when I left college, but instead I came back to have control ripped away from me once again. It seems playing by my father’s rules got me nowhere, and no matter what I did, he would just make up new ones. It was an endless cycle of holding me down.
I’m still a little worried about my grandma. Maybe I can just tell her what’s going on. I’m so worried that it might stress her out, and that’s something she doesn’t need right now. She seems to be so weak lately that she doesn’t need all this laid at her feet. I hate that I didn’t realize how sick she’s really been. I should’ve been coming home more, but every time I called she always said she was fine. It wasn’t until recently that I found out things haven’t really been all that fine after all. And now my father really has some leverage over me—the one thing he can use to control me.
I’m starting to wonder what he has over Law. Law and I have never been super close, both going off to different boarding schools and him being eight years older than me. His life was busy when he worked up in Chicago, and even when I could make it out to see him, he always had his head buried deep into whatever case he was working on.
I haven’t gotten much time to talk to him since I’ve gotten back. I was being pulled in so many directions, we didn’t have time to catch up. We’re
going to have to sit down and work some stuff out because there’s no way I’m going to let Dad keep me from Grandma, and more than likely I’ll need Law’s help.
Paine sits me on the counter, making me squirm on the cold granite top. “Sorry, Duchess.” He reaches for a shirt hanging off the bar stool at the breakfast bar, sliding it over my head. “I love seeing you naked, but I don’t want you to be cold either.” Leaning in, he takes my mouth in a soft kiss. “You sore?” His eyes go soft, and I can see the concern in his face. “I took you hard.”
“I’ve never been more perfect.” I smile when I say the words because they’re true. I feel so happy with him. Like I’m home. “And thanks,” I say, looking down at the worn shirt with an old car on it. I love it more than any piece of clothing I have. It’s completely Paine, complete with what looks like an old grease stain. Even better, it smells like him.
“You never have to thank me. Taking care of you is what I’m supposed to do.” He runs his thumb across my lip before pulling away.
“What do you fancy, Duchess?” he asks, pulling open the refrigerator door.
“You cook?” I can’t picture him working his way around a kitchen. A car, sure, but making spaghetti? Not so much.
“When I’ve got food I can, but I’ve been too busy to get to the store. Someone has had me chasing them all over town.” He turns to smile at me as he pulls eggs and cheese from the fridge.
It’s crazy how easy this feels. Like we’ve been doing it forever. Maybe when it’s right, that’s just how it is. I don’t have experience with men, but my grandma told me when you find the right man, you just know.
I kept getting worried that she’s going to ask me if Scott was the one, but she hasn’t. Maybe she just thinks he is. Why else would I agree to marry him?
“Hope you like egg-and-cheese sandwiches. We can run to the store and stock up tomorrow on some stuff. I plan on keeping you in our bed for the next few days.”
Butterflies take flight in my stomach at the word ‘our.’ He’s acting like I’m never leaving. Maybe I’m not. I don’t think I’ll be able to go home when my dad finds out I’m not marrying Scott.
It’s all so simple here. I glance around, taking in Paine’s home. It’s warm and cozy. Hardwood floors run throughout, with deep gray-blue walls. The floor plan is open with the kitchen off to the side of the living room, and a big dining room to the other side of the kitchen. A giant fireplace takes up one wall, with silver tiles surrounding it.
One thing I’ve always disliked about my family home is that it is too big. I love the idea of being able to cook in the kitchen and still be able to talk to someone lying on the couch. I can easily picture a family here.
Me in the kitchen cooking dinner, Paine lying on the couch watching a baseball game and talking to me while I cook. The kids at the dining-room table, doing their homework before dinner. It makes me miss something I never knew I wanted. Being here with Paine, it’s all so clear.
“What makes you have that look on your face?” I turn back from my domestic fantasies and study him. If he meant half of what he said when he took me to bed hours ago, then maybe we’re on the same page.
“How many?”
“How many what?” I ask.
“Kids.”
I run my hands down his tatted-up arms, pulling him closer. He sets a plate down on the counter next to me and wraps his arms around my waist.
“Three.”
“Only three?” he teases, and I’m relieved that the fairy tale I just dreamed up moments ago is so close. I can almost reach out and touch it, or maybe it’s already in my grasp.
“Let’s start there. We still have an uphill battle,” I remind him.
“It’s time to start talking.” He jumps up on the counter with me, handing me one of the sandwiches he just made, and I lay it all out for him while we eat.
“I’ll figure it out. He can’t keep you from seeing your grandma.”
“I’m not so sure. Scott’s the family lawyer, and I have no idea who controls what. I’ve never had to worry about it before, and I know my father has some powerful friends, Paine. I just—”
“Baby, calm down.” He jumps back off the counter, grabbing my face between his hands. “I promise you. I won’t let him keep her from you. I told you, I’ll give you everything you’ve ever wanted, and if you want to see your grandma, you’ll see your grandma.”
I believe him, and I don’t know why. I’ve only known him for such a short time, but I can tell by the look in his eyes he means it. And it’s quite clear Paine gets what he wants.
“Trust me, Duchess.”
“I do.” He pulls me to his chest and holds me tight, that feeling of being home warming me again.
A knock at the door pulls us from our embrace.
“Who the fuck…” Paine glances over his shoulder to look at the clock on the stove. “It’s almost midnight.”
“Booty call?” I half-tease. Who else would show up at his house so late?
Paine gives me a stern look. “I told you I never invited a woman back here. Don’t push your luck or I’ll spank your ass.”
I wiggle at his words, thinking about him spanking me as he takes me from behind. The image makes everything in my core clench.
“My dirty Duchess. You like getting your ass spanked? I’ll have to remember that.”
I go to lie and tell him I don’t, but another knock sounds on the door.
“I’m fucking coming,” he shouts. “Don’t move.” He shoots me a look, and I stay rooted.
I watch as he makes his way to the door, wearing just his underwear. It better not be a woman out there, because I don’t want someone else seeing his boxer briefs hugging his thighs tightly. It’s then I notice all of his tattoos across his arms and chest are on display. I didn’t realize he had so many. He was wearing long sleeves when I first met him, and only a few of the tattoos peeked out at his wrist. I don’t know what it is about his hard side that draws me to him. I’ve never met someone like him before, and men like him don’t run in the same circles as I have all my life. Maybe that’s why I never knew what attraction was until I met him.
When the door opens, I hear Paine sounding pissed at whoever it is. “This is private fucking property.” I can’t see around him, his big body filling the door and blocking the view, but I know who it is when a familiar voice speaks.
“Where’s my daughter?”
“Where she’s supposed to be,” Paine fire backs. I get down off the counter and try to get past him to face my father, not wanting them to go to blows.
“I know for a fact she isn’t with her fiancé,” my father says, but it’s clear Scott told him who I was with. There’s no other way my father could possibly know I was here with Paine.
“Then you thought wrong because you’re looking at her fucking fiancé.” There’s no missing the possessive tone in Paine’s voice.
“Stop it. Both of you.” I finally make it past Paine, ducking under his arm in a quick move, but I don’t get far. He wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me back to his front.
The cold night air hits my legs, reminding me I’m only wear Paine’s shirt. Lucky for me, he’s a freaking giant and the thing comes almost to my knees.
My dad looks at me in disgust. Like he has room to talk. Not only is he married to a woman five years older than me, but everyone knows he sleeps around on her. I have a feeling she does, too, with the looks she shoots my brother at Thanksgiving dinner.
“Put some clothes on. We’re leaving.”
“She’s not going anywhere,” Paine answers for me. I don’t know why I’m so intimidated by my father, but I am, and I’m glad to have Paine standing behind me.
“Your grandmother got hurt. We had to call the doctor to come out. She’s asking for you, Penny,” my father says, using the nickname for me I haven’t heard in years.
“Let me get my things.” I try to break from Paine’s arms, wanting to get to her as soon as possible, but he’s
holding tight.
“Give us five and we’ll be ready,” Paine says, finally letting me go.
“I won’t let him on the property.” My dad’s tone is final, and I know he won’t. He’ll call the police and have Paine thrown in jail.
“I don’t go, she doesn’t go.”
“I’ll tell your grandmother you couldn’t be bothered then.” My father turns to leave, and I feel so angry at how he always says ‘your’ grandmother, like she’s nothing to him. Like she’s not the mother of his late wife. Like she’s not his mother-in-law.
“No, wait!” I yell at him, making him turn to look at me. He has a smirk on his face, which makes the wrinkles around his mouth more prominent. Time hasn’t been good to Dad these past five years. Most of his hair would be gray now if he didn’t dye it. He’s even put on some weight.
“Duchess,” Paine says, holding on to my arm. His grip makes it clear he isn’t letting me go.
“You asked me to trust you, Paine. Can you trust me? I have to go. I’ll come back.” I look up into his eyes, wanting him to see what I saw moments ago when we were in the kitchen together, talking about the life we wanted.
“Don’t count on it,” I hear my father say from behind me, and I can see the tension rolling off Paine.
“She’ll be out in a minute.” Paine pulls me into the house, slamming the door behind us. “I don’t like this. I think he’s playing at something.”
“Let me check.” Breaking away, I head back to his bedroom where I find my purse, and I pull my phone out to call Law. Paine watches my every move like a hawk while I call my brother. He picks up on the second ring and I get straight to the point.
“Hey. Is Grandma okay? Dad just told me—”
“I haven’t gotten to see her yet. The doctor is still in there, checking her over,” Law says, cutting me off.
“Okay. I’m on my way.”
I hang up the phone, putting it back into my purse. “I have to go.”
