Falling For A Monster

by Delilah Hunt

  12

  Chase watched as Larke lowered her eyes, gaping at his erection. She raised her gaze revealing dark eyes filled with raw desire. And fear. His dick was so hard, aching to relieve its tension inside her shapely body. Her skin was a flawless, smooth shade of dark brown. Her breasts were ripe and full, the nipples darker, almost black, compared to the rest of her body. The vision in front of him was everything that should’ve disgusted him, make his dick go limp.

  Chase closed his hand over a breast, thumbing the beaded nipple. Larke was absolute perfection. That was the only way he could describe her. Inside and out, she was amazing, utter sweetness. When he noticed her eyes hesitantly shift to the tattoos on his upper body, his chest tightened, once again realizing how he must appear to someone as good as her.

  Swallowing back his frustration, he cupped her face, kissing her lightly. “ I want you to look at me—my face. Look at me and know how much you mean to me. Forget the tattoos. They don’t mean a damn thing between the two of us.” For the first time, Chase honest to God wished he wasn’t covered in the hate-driven ink. That he wasn’t about to penetrate his black girlfriend while she had to look at and run her hands over the racist symbols that showed his hatred for people like her.

  She nodded and gave him a smile that made his heart hammer and his balls draw up. Chase wondered if maybe he’d been told so many awful things about race mixing to prevent him from feeling the way he did right now. Larke’s smiling face, lashes lowered with desire and her rounded figure teasing him, telling him she was made just for him to spend hours upon hours holding on to her supple flesh while riding her, fucking her at his leisure. Coming over and over again, flooding her tight cunt with his cum. Overcome with the need to make her completely his, Chase lowered his head and captured a nipple between his lips. Her blunt fingertips grazed his scalp as she sighed softly.

  His cock shot ramrod hard, cum churning inside his balls, desperate for release. Holding her by the hips, he hauled her up against him. She locked her legs around his waist as he cradled her to him and pressed forward for another kiss while caressing her curvaceous ass.

  “I don’t want to wait any longer,” Larke said. She nuzzled the side of his face with her cheek. He laid her on the bed then grasped her at the ankles, parting her thighs wide. Chase groaned, racked with disbelief that she allowed him this tremendous pleasure. He eased between her legs, one hand on her hip, the other holding his cock with the heated tip pressed against her moist entrance. Stroking and caressing, he attempted to soothe her from the pain that was to come. Pressing forward, Chase pushed gently inside Larke’s small opening.

  She curled her fingers around his forearm. Her plump lips parted and a tiny whimper traveled across the room. Fuck. He wasn’t even completely inside her and already she was in pain. Chase bit back a groan, because on his end, it felt so damn good. And that was just from her pussy squeezing the head of his dick. He took a deep breath, forcing the control he’d told her he had. The control he damn well better have when making love to the only girl who meant something to him.

  “Does it hurt real bad?” He inhaled deeply, blocking out the voice screaming at him to pull out then thrust back in with a vengeance. Work the hottest pussy he’d ever been inside.

  Larke shook her head and stroked his arm. “Good kind of pain.” She rolled her hips. Her lids went low and her tone dropped lower, dripping with desire. “I can’t believe we’re doing this. It’s starting to feel…” She sighed and bit her lip. “Wonderful. Like a dream.”

  A dream? Hell, he hadn’t even started yet. Chase withdrew then thrust slowly, over and over until she clamped her legs hard around his hips. The sound of her low moans echoed inside the room. She bucked her hips, grounding against him like crazy. He grunted hard and held himself still, holding her waist, keeping her trapped beneath him. Unable to move. “Larke, baby. I know I told you I have a heap of control but I ain’t no saint. If you keep grinding on me like that, I’m gonna end up fucking you hard. Might hurt a whole lot with you not used to having a dick inside your pussy at all.”

  Maybe Larke didn’t fully understand what she doing, but either way, Chase growled his surprise as she raised her head and swept her tongue along his lips. “I can take you,” she breathed. “I want to take you.” She squirmed beneath his hold, working her body against his. Her erotic movements caused his cock to surge even deeper into her soaked pussy.

  His control slipped. Within a split second, it was shredded. Too good. Too much. Chase withdrew, let out a harsh grunt then thrust hard, savage. Her cry of surprise was music to his ears.

  “Uh,” she cried over and over as he drove into her, balls deep and soaked in wetness. The bed dipped and wailed under the force of his thrusts. Beneath his own growls he could hear her crying out, “Oh God Oh God”, in between shouts of his name. Larke’s whimpering sent him over the edge. Her scream rose to a fevered pitch. Smooth thighs rubbed at his back. Her muscles clenched and unclenched, pulsating around his cock, buried deep within her channel. She was close to climax. He could bet his life on it. Larke was about to come because of his dick. The thought spurred him into frenzy. Chase couldn’t help or stop himself from fucking her like a beast. It was all too much… That he could’ve been denied ever knowing the unimaginable pleasure between her thighs. Denied knowing her as the only woman for him. For him alone. His girl to treasure. He held her gaze, drinking in the sight of her head lolling back and forth, her braids fanned out on the bed. Larke’s moans driving him insane as she came all around him.

  Honeyed warmth flooded his cock, which was throbbing and swelling, pounding at her walls. He wouldn’t last. Chase held her firm, pumping hard and fast. He groaned as shot after shot of cum jetted from his cock into her pussy. Soon after she had emptied him of everything, he hung his head to hers and kissed her lips.

  The pounding in his heart eventually slowed to a normal pace. He looked down at Larke, realizing he hadn’t stuck to his pledge. Her first time was supposed to have been gentle. Chase rolled to his side, noticing a speck of blood on his penis. Shit. Had he hurt her that badly? He glanced at her. She look…happy, even had her arms wrapped around his neck, smiling softly, like she was completely satisfied.

  Easing away from her, he stroked her breast reassuringly because of the sudden flash of hurt on her face. “I’ll be right back. Just going to the bathroom.”

  If he asked Larke she’d probably downplay her pain to spare his feelings. It was the kind of person she was. Chase strode into the bathroom, returning seconds later with a warm washcloth and knelt by the side of the bed.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Taking care of my lady.” He crooked a finger, ignoring the surprise on her face. “Now come over here and open up. I know you got a bit of blood down there, Larke. You don’t have to be shy.”

  She peered at him, hesitant. “It’s fine. It’s supposed to happen, right?”

  “I guess. Ain’t never had a virgin before. But I still wanna make sure I didn’t hurt you too bad. I wasn’t as gentle as I said I’d be. As I should’ve been.” He gave her thigh a light swat. “Come on, angel, don’t let me have to ask again.”

  Larke slowly parted her legs. It was wicked really. He was supposed to be doing this to care for her, but the sight of her damp folds gaping open for him, was so damn sexy. His cock twitched, hardening again in response to her pussy looking slightly puffy and a bit swollen, on account of his size and the rough way he’d gone at her.

  Should feel bad.

  He was an animal, simply because he didn’t feel bad. In fact, Chase felt his chest swell with pride knowing she’d stretched to accommodate him. Only him. If he fucked her regularly, as he planned on doing, her tight little cunt would be molded to fit his cock like a glove. Aside from being swollen, he loved that her pussy was slick with traces of his semen glistening against her brown flesh. Red and brown. He swallowed hard, sobering at the tinges of blood.

  Thankfully it wasn’t a lot. He brou
ght the cloth between her labia and pressed carefully, wiping away the fluids.

  “Thanks,” Larke whispered shyly.

  Chase almost laughed at her shyness, considering she’d just given her virginity to him. Instead, he lowered his head and pressed a kiss to her center.

  “Better?” He raised his head.

  “Much,” she said on a breathy moan.

  After throwing the washcloth in the laundry basket, Chase noticed Larke had moved to the top of the bed and was underneath the covers. She was also lying on her side, with the other half of the sheets pulled down. Waiting for him. He shook his head and smiled as he climbed into the bed.

  “What is it?”

  “Nothing. I guess seeing you lying here gave me a weird feeling. Feels kinda cozy, sweet. A beautiful woman in my bed, waiting for me to join her for the night. Never had that before.”

  Her lips tilted upward into a smile. “So I’m the only girl you’ve spent the night with?”

  “The entire night? Yeah. And I’m the only man you’ve had inside you and spent the night with. I’m happy. You?”

  She chuckled low, her dark eyes sparkling. “Yes, Chase. I’m really happy. But now I feel dumb that I didn’t pack something else.”

  “What?”

  “Ear plugs for your snoring.”

  He gaped at her. He didn’t snore. Did he? She laughed and poked him in the side. “You don’t. I was playing. Plus if I needed something I’d simply use a pillow to keep you quiet.”

  Growling, he rolled over and grabbed her, tickling her sides. “Not funny. If you ever did something like that to me, you wouldn’t be able to sit on that cute ass of yours for at least a week.”

  She giggled as he brought his hand to her ass, gently kneading. The laughter dissolved, giving way to lust flickering inside her eyes. She shifted closer, her fingertips holding on to his shoulder. “Chase?”

  “Yeah?” He was running his hand below her belly button now.

  “I’m getting wet again.” She whispered it as if she was confessing a dirty secret.

  He lowered his hand, slid a finger along her slit, finding her warm and slick. Ready for him again. Groaning inwardly, Chase forced himself to think with his head, the one on top of his body. “I know you want it. Me too. But I was rough before. You’re gonna be hurting something real bad if I take you again so soon. Then I’ll definitely break my word that I’d never hurt you.”

  Larke sighed then nodded. “I suppose you’re right. It does hurt a little and I know it’s important that you keep your word.” She placed her arm around him again. He stroked and petted her clit. “Just cause I won’t fuck you right now doesn’t mean I can’t still make you come.”

  Her eyes lit up as he got busy, fondling and fingering her pussy until she came all over his hand for the second time.

  “What about you?” She brushed her fingers along his hard cock.

  Chase took her hand, holding it to his chest. “I’m good. Don’t worry about me. I can deal with a hard on. Tonight was all about you. Tomorrow, though… I’ll start teaching you how to please me.”

  13

  The next day, after lazing around in bed with Chase for the better part of the morning, Larke found herself in the middle of the woods. Instead of the thunderclouds she remembered from her last venture inside woodlands, there was nothing but golden rays of sunshine brightening the sky.

  “So this is prime hunting ground?” she asked, listening carefully for wild animals.

  “You could say that.” Chase turned to her, one brow raised. “From the way you say it, I’m guessing you don’t agree with hunting.”

  Didn’t she? Larke shrugged. “When I hear the word hunting I have to be honest. It sounds a bit awful. Whether I agree or disagree. I can’t really say because I don’t know enough. I don’t know anyone apart from you who does that.”

  “I was out hunting that day I saw you,” he said, watching her closely. “I’d heard there was a wild hog roaming those woods. I sneaked out of the house while my folks were arguing, got my knife and thought I could find it and take it down by myself.”

  “Are you serious?”

  He nodded with a wry grin. “Yep. Couple of weeks after what happened to you and me, I heard one of the guys was out walking his dog close to that area. He got hurt seriously. That same boar attacked and punctured his lung. The worst is, he was twice my size, a grown man. Even the dog couldn’t help him.”

  “Oh my God, Chase. That’s horrible. Did he survive?”

  “Yeah. He healed up just fine. But the thing is–if I hadn’t seen you that day, I would’ve gone deeper into the woods. If I’d tried to take down that hog he probably would’ve ripped me to pieces. After everything that happened there, I didn’t go anywhere near those woods for a while. The next time I went hunting, was a year later when I was twelve. I had to. Things were getting rough. We barely had any money. Gramps said the government stole most of it to hand out to minorities and was scaring new people from joining.”

  Larke thought about asking him if he really believed that but thought better of it. Deep down Chase had to know it wasn’t a simple matter of favoring minorities. But what could she say? He chose to confide in her, trust her to hear him out and that meant so much right now. She wouldn’t risk losing his confidence.

  “Did you have to go hunting for food?” She prayed with all her heart that wasn’t the case.

  He chuckled low. The sound was harsh, devoid of any trace of humor. “I had to. It became every man for himself.”

  “But you weren’t a man,” she pointed out. “You were a child and I thought you’d lived with your mother and stepfather. They should’ve made sure you were taken care of.” The more she learned about his family the more she despised them, even without the racism factor.

  Chase shook his head. “I went back and forth staying with my grandfather and stepfather. Louise, my mother ran off while I was stuck in the sinkhole with you. Trevor had left to go looking for me–must have needed me to do something-and I guess she got fed up and decided to haul ass. Always said as much as she hated Jews and ni–black people, that she’d rather risk being around them than being holed up in Lee’s Fortress catering to grown men.”

  Amid her heartbreak for the boy he’d been, Larke suddenly felt stupid. For some reason, she’d imagined it was only the males in Chase’s life who were the hardcore white supremacists. But his mother? Lord. The woman must have been feeding him with hate since before he could talk. The thought made her blood boil and heart bleed.

  “That shouldn’t have happened,” she cried, unable to hold her anger at bay. “You never should’ve had to go out and hunt for food if you had adults who were supposed to love and take care of you.”

  He gave her a sideways grin. “Maybe in your family, angel. Not mine. I stayed by myself for weeks at a time, so hunting was simply a new part of all that. Pretty much from that point on, I only hunted what I planned to eat. Don’t see how it’s any different than getting meat at the store or butcher?”

  Larke nodded, although her mind was no longer on the topic of hunting. Not after everything he’d revealed. She cleared her throat, trying not to dwell on the bleakness of his childhood before he picked up on her sadness and confused it for pity. Never pity.

  “Do you ever take anyone hunting with you?”

  He looked over at her as they went down a slope. “You mean if I’ve ever taken a female hunting. That’s what you’re asking, right?”

  Her cheeks heated. Found out. “Since you put it out there like that, yes. I’m referring to other women.”

  “No. Can’t say that I have. Never even thought about inviting anyone, to be honest.”

  “Hmm.”

  He grasped her hand where the slope got slippery, helping her to jump over a patch of mud. “What hmm? Are you trying to tell me you’re interested?”

  “I don’t know. I’m not not interested.”

  He stared at her hard. “So you’re interested?”
r />   She squinted her eye at him. The man was so rational. “You’re dragging things out of me, Chase Hudson. Making it hard for me to play coy. Since there’s no beating around the bush with you, I’ll be honest. Yes, I would like to tag along and hunt with you. I like meat.”

  He stopped in mid-stride, facing her with his features tense and brows raised. “You’re not doing this to judge me?”

  “No,” she answered firmly. It was enough that one of them had issues with judging people. “I wouldn’t do that.” She gazed at him, deciding to test her limits. “It’s not a good feeling believing someone is judging you, is it?”

  Seconds ticked by with him staring at her long and hard. For a brief moment, she was afraid of his reaction. His features relaxed. “No,” he said quietly. “It’s not a nice feeling.”

  Larke smiled; relieved he’d thought the question through and answered honestly. When Chase turned to her with a boyish grin, her heart skipped a beat. “Apart from liking meat, why’d you wanna go hunting with me?” He pointed to her backpack, which was packed lighter than before. “If I take you with me next season, you can’t bring that along. It’s cute and all, but it ain’t fit for hunting.”

  “I know.” She really did. Talking to him yesterday had helped a lot. Planning and being prepared was okay, but sometimes a person needed to not be prepared. She hadn’t expected Chase to enter her life, hadn’t been ready or prepared for him, but here they were and it was the best thing that ever happened to her. Now they had each other.