Claiming His Virgin In the Ring

by Cassandra Dee

“Fuck, what you do to me,” he ground out from behind. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

  With another mewl, slowly I pulled myself off. Oh god, the feeling of his dick exiting was so good, that hard, throbbing shaft rubbing once more against my vaginal chamber. But I had something to show him, I wanted to finish this dirty dance on my terms. So once he was out, I bent over once more, pushing my pussy into the air, and slowly, oh so slowly, pressed downwards with my ab muscles.

  Oh yeah, it came then. That hot white rose up from inside my cunt and bubbled to the top before spilling over and running wetly down my thighs.

  “Umm Daddy, that’s all you,” I murmured throatily, looking through my thick thighs at him. “That’s all you.”

  The man in back of me was pure shadow and gleaming blue eyes.

  “That’s right baby girl, that’s all Daddy right there,” he ground out before dipping his head to kiss my wet folds. “This slutty pussy belongs to Daddy.”

  And after one more kiss, one sweet swipe at my slit making me gasp and shudder again, he was gone. The cool breeze wafted over my butt and slowly, I sank to my knees in the grass. What had just happened? Had I really just given up my virginity to a stranger, someone I’d met online? Not just that, but had I really just let him take me, unprotected, deep and hard?

  But yeah, it was true. I was a dripping mess sitting on the park, Donovan’s hot cum still boiling inside. The trees loomed, dark shadows everywhere, but now I wasn’t scared, I wasn’t afraid or lost. I’d just had the most incredible session with the man of my dreams, a gorgeous alpha with penetrating blue eyes … and I couldn’t wait to see him again.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Donovan

  Holy shit, what the fuck did I just do? It was just supposed to be a finger fuck, some anonymous pussy play. So what the hell was I thinking, whipping out my dick and fucking that beautiful cunt?

  Even more, what was I thinking, whipping out my dick and fucking that virgin cunt? Because she’d been a virgin alright. I’d stroked that little hymen again, bidding it goodbye before punching through with my cock, putting an end to things.

  And oh god, Rachel was so tight. That tiny twat squeezed me hard the entire time, my big dick barely able to worm its way in. Oh fuck, she’d been small, I’d practically lifted her in the air with the penetration, the girl was fucked so hard on my hard rod.

  But it was over now. I’d gone way beyond my boundaries, I’d seen a girl twice, and not only that but put my dick in that sweet body. Holy shit, holy shit. Donovan, the voice in my head rang out. You’re one sick fuck.

  I shook my head again, still disbelieving. But the lines had already been crossed and there was no going back. Fuck, I’d fucked up big time but what the hell. Tomorrow would be another day. So resolutely, I shut my eyes, willing my brain to stop.

  But shit, sleep was like a dream. Because images of Rachel kept running before my mind’s eye, that sweet, hefty flesh, her smile. Because oh god, we’d violated rule after rule after rule. She’d turned and kissed me as I penetrated her, and although it was dark, I’m sure she’d seen something. She’d seen my dark hair, the strong jaw, the way that I was so fucking hungry for her. She’d seen how much I wanted her, the expression on my face, full of lust and sheer male possession.

  So after an hour of tossing and turning, I growled angrily, throwing the blankets back. Fuck this! With swift steps, I stalked to my laptop and pushed the on button.

  And sure enough, logging into Discreet Encounters, there she was. Lipstick4Evah had a green light next her name, almost like she was waiting for me to talk to her.

  DONNY: Hi baby, not sleeping?

  A long pause. Suddenly a tremor shook me. Surely, she would answer, right? After everything that had happened, surely Rachel would answer. And soothingly, the ellipses appeared.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Hi Donovan, how are you?

  It was so strange to chat with a woman like this after you’ve just fucked her silly, but then again, we didn’t really know each other.

  DONNY: Good. Unable to sleep?

  Another pause.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Kinda, yeah.

  DONNY: You wanna tell me about it?

  I could almost hear her taking a big breath, those boobies heaving.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Donovan, I’m not sure what happened, but we weren’t supposed to do that.

  DONNY: Fuck baby, I know. But you tasted so good.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: No, I don’t mean that. Not just tasting, you know …

  DONNY: Dick in pussy, honey? Is that what you’re talking about?

  I’m a crude motherfucker, always to the point, all the time.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Yes, that, but also, you know … you came in me. You ejaculated in my insides, there was semen everywhere. There’s semen in me even now Daddy, it’s trickling out of my pussy hole right now as I type.

  Oh shit, that made me ballistic. This was just supposed to be an easy fireside chat, some light flirting, a check-in to make sure she was okay. But shit, Rachel had my jizz dripping from her even now? There was sweet, hot semen coming out of that beautiful snatch? Oh shit, my dick went iron hard then, the fuckshaft ready to ream on a moment’s notice.

  DONNY: Fuck baby, don’t tell me that …

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: But Daddy, I have to. Because like I said before, I’m not on the pill. I’m not on everything, so I’m not sure what to do.

  DONNY: Baby,

  Suddenly, I stopped typing. I was about to tell her to douche, to go into the bathroom and spray that pussy canal with warm water again, getting all my cum out. But the thing is, I didn’t want to. The thought of my hot semen juicing that tiny twat, the thought of my sperm squishing around in her folds only made me want to keep it in, not flush it out. So my fingers hesitated on the keys, unsure what to do.

  Suddenly, I knew. I knew the best way to handle this.

  DONNY: Baby, Daddy will help you.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: You mean douche like last time, right Daddy? I go into the shower and point the spray right at my pussy, right?

  The words actually made me shudder, that was the opposite of what I wanted. I literally growled in front of my laptop, expression intense.

  DONNY: No baby, I’ve got something better for you. Have you heard of Plan B?

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: No, why? What is that?

  I groaned. Of course the girl hadn’t, Rachel was a virgin with no experience, she’d never even had a dick in her before, much less a man’s sperm. So my fingers flew in a flurry, I was so eager to get her on the program.

  DONNY: Plan B is a morning after pill honey. You take it after a man comes in you, and it’s supposed to help you not get pregnant.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Oh.

  That’s all? Just an “oh”? I expected the girl to jump with joy, to twirl around in circles to find out that there was something as miraculous as Plan B.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: I guess so. How does it work?

  DONNY: I’m not sure baby, but I think it floods you with female hormones, so your body thinks you’re pregnant and doesn’t let you get pregnant. Does that make sense?

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Sort of … kinda like the pill, right?

  DONNY: Exactly baby, just like the pill but in a higher dose.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: I don’t know. I don’t love the thought of hormonal birth control.

  I sat back at my desk, flabbergasted. What the hell? I was handing Rachel the keys to the kingdom, and yet the girl was hesitant, unsure whether she wanted them. What, was Rachel looking to get pregnant? Was she looking for my fertile seed to make her ripen, grow round with a baby? Suddenly, a wash of something, I’m not sure what, crossed my frame. Because shit, this was so confusing. The image of that round body growing rounder, the female’s belly getting big with a baby, my baby specifically, was absolutely right. Holy shit, what the fuck was wrong with me?

  But steeling myself, I went for the kill. This was no time to beat around the bush, the girl had my semen seeping from her holes even now. Shit, she c
ould be pregnant already.

  DONNY: Baby, I’ll come by tomorrow. Let me come by tomorrow and give you the pill.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: But Daddy, you told me not to let strange men know where I live. It’s wrong, it’s dangerous.

  That was true, but now the circumstances were different. I wasn’t a strange man anymore, I was her Daddy, and my baby could be pregnant already. I had to see her, I had to put her on the good stuff.

  DONNY: Honey, I think we both know that I’m more than an anonymous fuck already. You saw me, and I saw you. We know each other now, you even have my cell.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: That’s true …

  Shit, what was Rachel’s hesitation? And why the fuck had I given her that advice before, to not let strange men know where she lived? Oh right, because I wanted what was best for the female, but now that advice was doing me in. Cursing, I typed furiously again.

  DONNY: What is it honey? What’s making you pause?

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Well, it’s just that I saw you Donovan, and …

  DONNY: And what?

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Well, you were so handsome. You are so handsome Daddy, I couldn’t see much but you’re really cut, aren’t you?

  I grunted, pleased despite myself. Because fuck yeah, I’m forty-five but I work out like a mofo, this bod is made to please women and yeah, I have a good-looking mug. Which is all the more ironic, given that my thing is anonymous fucks. But still, my chiseled features and strong jaw make ladies melt like butter every day, and like a fucking asshole, I worked it to my advantage.

  DONNY: Honey, we weren’t supposed to see each other’s faces, or at least, you weren’t supposed to see mine. But it only goes to show that we’re not strangers anymore, so let me come over okay? Let me come over and give you the pill, you’ll be safe that way. Please baby.

  Was that really me? Was that really Mr. Alpha on his knees before a teenage innocent? What happened to working the situation to my advantage? Instead, I was the supplicant, begging the sweet female for a moment of her time.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: I guess so, Daddy. But do you want me to see your face again? I mean, how are we going to handle that?

  I paused. It’d be easy to leave the pills in her mailbox, or to give them to the doorman or something. But no, I wanted to see her. I wanted to see those beautiful features, to feel that hefty body heaving around me again. I wanted another face-plant, shit another dick-plant in her puss. So I played it smooth.

  DONNY: Baby, you’re right. This whole faces / names thing has gone way overboard, I totally get it. We’ve done things that were never in the initial agreement, so why don’t I just drop the pills off at your apartment? Leave the door open and I’ll come in and put them on a table, nothing else. You can come out if you want, but if I don’t see you, that’s okay too. I’ll just be there for a minute.

  There, that was a good tactic, right? Discreet and subtle? Letting her feel in control? Of course, I had every intention of ravaging that beautiful body, I was gonna storm Rachel’s plump curves tomorrow for sure. But the girl didn’t know because she replied immediately.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: Oh, I want to see you Daddy. I definitely want to see you …

  I groaned, shifting uncomfortably in my seat. How the fuck had this happened? Because shit, I’m a dead man, I’m addicted to the teen, a junkie seeking a high.

  So fingers trembling, I typed again.

  DONNY: Address, baby? I’ll just be there for a minute, I promise. You can choose whether to come out or not.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: I know, Daddy. I know you’re gonna do right by me, I know it’s for the birth control. Here it is: 245 Majestic Lane, Apartment 3D. It’s the one at the back of the hallway, way, way, far back by the small window.

  I frowned, brows lowering. Despite the fact that her street was called Majestic Lane, it was in a shitty part of the neighborhood, one where thugs cruised by in lowered cars, working girls strutting the streets. Shit, Rachel lived there? My baby lived in potential hovel, going to sleep at night with rats squeaking, the sound of gunshots outside her windows? Suddenly I knew I had to get over there to give her more than just the birth control. Shit, I was gonna leave that girl a wad of cash, if not a credit card so that she could get the fuck out of there asap.

  And face hardening with resolve, I typed.

  DONNY: Great honey, I’ll be there around ten tomorrow. That work for you?

  There was no sense in showing my concern, I didn’t want to alarm the brunette.

  LIPSTICK4EVAH: It’s perfect Daddy, I don’t have to get to work until afternoon, so that’s perfect. I’ll leave the door unlocked. Bye! See you tomorrow! Xoxox

  DONNY: Bye baby, sleep well.

  I almost added “double-lock all your doors and keep a shotgun by your bed,” but stopped myself. There was no need to set off warning bells. Rachel was already inundated by a swell of events so no need to add to the pile, and besides, I’d be there soon enough myself. The protective surge in my chest was so strong, so dominating, that I almost had half a mind to go over there now, in the middle of the night, and whisk her to safety.

  But grunting again, I snapped the laptop lid shut and stared forwards resolutely. Shit, things had spun out of control. My anonymous fingerfuck had gone way beyond what was initially anticipated. Because not only had I fucked her for real, but I’d spurted in that sweet pussy, and now I was going over to drop off a dose of Plan B. Now I was going over to the beautiful brunette’s apartment, and she might see my face for real. She might see my face in broad daylight, sunlight streaming through the shutters, everything about Donovan Jones unveiled.

  But the thing is, I wasn’t worried at all. I should have been, god knows, especially with my seed still brewing in that fertile teenage body. But the thought of Rachel, that sweet smile, those tantalizing curves? All I knew is that I had to see her asap, I had to get that little pussy wrapped around my dick once more. I had to see the female’s beauty, her innocence, the way those brown curls bounced, the way those dimples flashed when she smiled.

  I grunted angrily again, catching myself. What the fuck was wrong with me? Why was I so fucking confused? I was only supposed to finger fuck the girl with her eyes shut, a dark stranger from the shadows. And now I was praising Rachel’s smile? Her dimples? What the fuck was wrong with me, what alpha male does this?

  But the thing is it didn’t matter. I wanted the brunette to be safe, I wanted her to be comfortable and happy, preferably with my dick stuck inside. So grunting, I got up with long strides and stalked into the bedroom. There was no sense in getting worked up. I was insane, but it was easy enough to extricate myself from the situation. I’d drop off the pills and be out of there in no time tomorrow, my interlude with this particular chickadee done.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Donovan

  Shit, Rachel’s neighborhood was even worse than I imagined. I’d had the foresight to drive one of the Club’s beater cars to her apartment complex, but the Toyota still stood out because it was actually clean-looking, its paint shiny and reflective, unlike the rusted shells parked on the street.

  But at least getting out of the car, there was no one else around. I didn’t see any pimps, druggies or working girls, all the better since it was ten a.m., the sun already growing hot on the sidewalks. Otherwise, the scene was pathetic in every way. Limp, saggy, apartment buildings lined the pavement, not a piece of vegetation in sight. Everything was a grimy pink or orange, blending into the background desert.

  With long strides, I took the stairs to her apartment building in twos. The place was dank and dark inside, made all the worse by the smell of mold. Skittering noises sounded in the walls, probably mice fighting, but whatever. My baby wasn’t gonna be here much longer, that was for sure.

  Making my way up to the third floor, I paused at the landing to look around. There was a long, windy hallway, crooked and dark. Apartment 3D was probably in the back of this maze like Rachel had said, and fishing the Plan B packet out of my pocket, I stalked silently down th
e corridor.

  But when I got to 3D, my hackles rose. Because something was wrong. Rachel hadn’t just left the door unlocked, she’d left it open. It was slightly ajar, a red carpet visible from outside. Frowning, I swung the door open. What the fuck? How could she leave her door open in such a shitty neighborhood? Even if she was waiting for me, what the fuck? It was practically a calling card for robbers and murderers.

  But as I stepped into the apartment, curiosity overtook me. Because the girl was nowhere to be seen, but this was definitely her place. Homey and snug, the living room was clean as a whistle, with a small seating area leading to a tiny hallway with what looked like rooms in the back.

  “Rachel,” I called. “Yo baby, it’s Donovan.”

  There was no sound at all. Weird.

  “Rach?” I called again, baritone booming in the small space. “I’m gonna leave the packet on your kitchen counter.” The bag crinkled as I set it on the immaculate tile, the Mexican floral motif cheerful and colorful. “Rach baby, just text me later so I know you got it.”

  I was seriously debating what to do next, hesitating in the kitchen. I desperately wanted to see the brunette again, maybe kiss her a little, do a couple sweet licks on that pussy. But this wasn’t the time. I’d given Rachel the power in this relationship, and if the brunette never made an appearance, then so be it. She could come out, or she could stay away, whatever took her fancy since this wasn’t exactly a discreet encounter anymore, we’d pretty much broken all the rules.

  As my long legs strode to the door, I heard it then. A long, throaty moan, feminine and arousing, making my dick jerk but also my hackles raise. What the fuck? Was Rachel having sex with another man, knowing that I was gonna come by? Was this some kind of sick joke, some disgusting, twisted ploy on her part to make me jealous? Well fuck that, I’m not the type to get jealous, so I turned away, blood pressure zooming despite my efforts to stay calm. No girl makes a fool of Donovan Jones.

  But then the moan came again, louder and more arousing, with the musical cry of “Daddy, Daddy.” Holy shit, was she calling me? Was my best girl calling to me, telling me to come stroke her puss, to come fuck that sweet twat? Or maybe the other guy was called “Daddy” too? Shit. I was torn, unsure, but then the call came again, this time a distinct moan of “Donovan, oh Daddy!”