Spread 'Em

by Olivia T. Turner

  “You taste so fucking perfect,” I say as I slide my finger up her folds, stopping at her tight little hole. I press the tip of my finger in only half an inch and her whole body shudders. Fuck, she’s tight. Her opening seems closed as I press in a little deeper. It squeezes impossibly tight around me, trying to keep me out.

  “You’re a good girl, Zoe,” I say as I pull my finger out and suck her sticky juices off of it. “You saved this pussy for me, and I’m going to treat it well. You’ll never think of another guy again once I’m done with it.”

  “I never think of other guys,” she says in a breathless moan. “I only think of you.”

  I slide my fingers over her wet lips and smile when I pull my hand away and see them coated in nectar. “Suck on this,” I say, bringing my fingers to her mouth. “Taste what I’m tasting. Taste how fucking delicious you are.”

  She stands back up, grabs my wrist in her little hand, and pulls me to her soft lips. My other hand darts back to my dick and starts stroking my hard shaft as her plump lips swallow my fingers. She’s sucking them so hard that her cheeks hollow.

  After a minute she pulls my hand out and opens her glossed over eyes, staring down at me with lust. Without a word she drops to her knees in front of me, staring at my cock with wonder.

  I laugh as she slaps my hand away and takes my dick. Her eyes widen as a sticky bead of pre-cum swells out of the throbbing head of my cock. Her soft brown hair tickles my balls as she leans forward and licks it up with her soft tongue.

  “Fuck,” I growl as I throw my head back, already fighting back the urge to cum on her sweet lips. I’ve been waiting for this for so long. I want it to last. But it’s hard to restrain myself when her scent is on me and she’s looking so perfect all naked with her luscious lips wrapped around my shaft.

  She takes me deeper into her mouth as she watches me with sexy brown eyes that are clouded in lust. I want to cum in that teenage mouth of hers and watch her swallow everything I give her, but that will have to come later. I have other plans for her.

  “Do you like sucking on my big cock?” I ask as I dig my hands into her silky brown hair. Her head is bobbing up and down on me as her greedy tongue slides up and down my thick shaft.

  She doesn’t pull my cock out to answer, but the moan of appreciation she gives me says all I need to know. She loves it.

  “Good,” I growl. “This will be the only cock you’ll ever taste. The only dick you’ll ever see. You’re mine now, Zoe. You’re mine to protect. You’re mine to possess. You’re mine to breed.”

  The last word seems to touch an excited nerve in her because she starts sucking me faster, sliding those sweet lips on me until I’m ready to cum.

  “Once I get you out of here,” I say as she fucks me with her mouth even harder. “I’m going to take you with no protection, and I’m going to fill your womb with my seed. I want your sweet belly round with my child. That’s right, little girl. I’m going to breed you before the night is through.”

  She loves what I’m telling her and it’s too much to bare. My cock erupts in her mouth, and she moans as I coat her tongue with long strands of my hot cum.

  “Don’t swallow,” I whisper as I try to catch my breath. “Not yet.”

  She looks up at me with hurt in her eyes, like she desperately wants to swallow every last drop.

  “You can swallow next time,” I promise. “They’ll be plenty of times to do it again. I promise you that.”

  The hurt vanishes from her eyes, replaced with a look of relief. I cup my hand in front of her mouth. “Spit.”

  She spits my cum into my palm, and then takes a deep breath, staring at it with lust-filled eyes. “No fair,” she whines. “That was mine. It tasted so good.”

  “I have plenty more for you. Now stand up.”

  She does as I command and I get another sweet view of her delicious cunt. It’s wetter than ever, and as much as I want to, I can’t take her virginity here.

  “Spread ‘em,” I order as I slide my hand between her legs. Her ankles dart apart and I reach up, slathering my hot cum all over her swollen lips.

  “I can’t fuck you here,” I say as she moans under my touch. “It’s going to be your first time and that has to be special. I won’t take your virgin cherry in the back of a strip club, but I won’t let you walk back out there with those animals without having claimed you either.”

  She cups her big breasts and squeezes them, pinching her nipples as she watches me spread my seed all over her cunt. I gather a dab on my finger and gently press it into her hole. I need to know that she has some of me inside of her warm pussy.

  And the guys outside need to know that she’s mine.

  She starts writhing her hips on my hand and I hold my palm firm against her pussy, letting her ride it until she cums again, moaning my name as the heat swells through her.

  “It feels so good,” she says through heavy breaths.

  I stand up and take her sweet lips in a hard demanding kiss, muffling her soft whimpers with my mouth. Her soft body melts against mine, and I have to hold her up so she doesn’t collapse to the floor.

  Am image of her wearing white as she walks down the aisle toward me slides into my mind, making my dick hard again.

  “We’re leaving now.”

  She licks her lips as she looks up at me and nods.

  “You’re never coming back here again. Got that?”

  She nods again.

  “Good. Put this on.” I grab her shirt and panties off the floor and hand them to her as I look around the room for something to cover her with. There’s no way in hell she’s going out there in that skimpy outfit. If I was obsessive before, I’m a goddamn maniac now that I got a taste of what’s mine.

  I’ll kill every single person out there before they lay their eyes on my sweet innocent girl.

  It’s not perfect, but it will have to do. I take out the pocket knife that Zoe bought me for my birthday, and pull out the blade.

  “You still have that?” she asks with a touched softness in her voice. She saved up her babysitting money and bought it for me for my birthday when she was sixteen.

  “Of course. It was from you. I bring it everywhere.”

  She smiles shyly, but it quickly turns to shock as I plunge the blade into the couch, and yank it along the seam.

  “What are you doing?” she gasps as I cut a jagged line down the length of the couch cushions. I turn the knife when I reach the end, and cut a right angle down to get as much of it as I can.

  “You’re not going out there looking like that,” I say through gritted teeth. “Those guys already saw enough of you, and if I could go back in time and take it back, I would. I would blind each and every one of them before they laid their filthy eyes on your body.”

  The thought of all those hungry eyes on her starts making my blood boil, and it’s a struggle to calm myself down. I don’t want to scare Zoe, and I’m already acting like a bit of an obsessive lunatic as I cut a huge rectangle out of the couch cushions.

  “Here,” I say as I yank the thick fabric up and put it around her like she’s getting out of the shower and I’m putting on a towel. “Hold the ends.”

  She does as I say, and I step back to see. It covers her breasts and most of her body, but it stops high on her thighs, showing more than I’m comfortable with.

  “Fuck,” I grunt through a clenched jaw. It will have to do. We’ll just get out of here as quickly as possible.

  I grab her hand and pull her into my embrace, stealing her sweet breath as I kiss her hard.

  My head is swirling when I pull away. “Are you ready to go to your new home?”

  She licks her lips and nods her head.

  “Good,” I say, pulling her protectively behind me. I keep the knife in my hand, just in case. “Then let’s go.”

  4

  Zoe

  Jack opens the door of the VIP room and practically drags me out it. I hold the fabric of the couch around my excited body as he p
ulls me like a caveman who just kidnapped a new mate.

  I feel him down there, in between my legs. Just the tingling sensation of his sticky cum on my clit is making it ache, making me want to race to his house to see what else he has in store for me.

  They’ll be time for that later, but right now we have to get out of here before Jack tears the place apart. Every muscle in his hard body is flexed, and he’s got a crazed look in his eye as he pulls me toward the door.

  We pass a guy sitting alone at a table and Jack yanks me closer to him as he turns to the guy with an intensity so fierce that it gives me shivers. “Don’t look at her!” he growls. “She’s mine!”

  The guy immediately drops his eyes to his lap as we rush him.

  Oh no. The sleazy manager Sledge spots us and calls out to the bouncer. “Cupcake!” he shouts, pointing at us as he rushes over.

  I was so nervous around him when I came in earlier. He locked me in the back office and sat on the desk, smiling creepily as I stood in front of him, trying not to shake. He told me how it’s his managerial duty to take each girl for a test drive on their first night of work. I was terrified as he stood up and looked down on me with a horrible grin. I can still smell the whiskey and cigarettes on his foul breath.

  My body was shaking as he reached out and squeezed my nipple so hard it hurt. He would have done a lot more if two of the girls didn’t get into a huge fight. He left to go break it up, smacking both around in the process, but he told me that we would be back here before the night was done. That’s when I knew I had made a big mistake. It was a horrible idea to come here, but I was so desperate to get Jack’s attention that I wasn’t thinking clearly.

  “Cupcake!” Sledge shouts as he rushes over to block our way. I was so scared of him before, but I’m not anymore.

  How can I be scared of anything when I’m under Jack’s protection? He looks like he’d set the whole world on fire to protect me.

  It feels nice to feel so safe and secure. Completely guarded by my man.

  “Stop right there,” Sledge says, holding up his palm. Jack walks right through him. Sledge’s palm hits Jack’s massive chest and then the sleazy manager jumps out of the way at the last minute before getting run over by this charging angry bull.

  The bouncer Cupcake is a little harder to get past. He’s huge. At least half a foot taller than Jack, who is already at least six feet, and his body looks like he’s been shooting steroids into his ass for the past three decades. He’s standing in front of the exit with his enormous arms crossed over his mountainous pecs.

  Jack doesn’t look intimidated. I feel his grip on my wrist tighten and it makes me even wetter.

  “Out of our way before you get hurt,” he growls at the man. Jack may be smaller, but luckily for me, he is more beast than man.

  “What is this?” Sledge says as he grabs the piece of fabric covering my body. “The fucking couch?” He rips it off and stares at it with an angry look on his face.

  It doesn’t last long because Jack turns and slams his fist right into Sledge’s nose. The creep flies back like he was hit by a cannonball and slams into a nearby table, knocking beer bottles to the ground with a crash.

  I let out a whimper as every head in the place stops and turns to us. Jack pulls me behind him, guarding me protectively. I know that he’ll go through each one of these people who try to stop us.

  They seem to sense the same thing and stay in their seats.

  Except for Cupcake. He lowers his arms and comes forward like a roided-out Terminator.

  He may be big, but Jack is fast. His hand darts forward and before Cupcake can process what’s happening, there’s a knife pressed to his throat—the pocketknife I bought for Jack when I was sixteen.

  Cupcake’s eyes widen to the size of well, cupcakes, as Jack walks him backward to the door. My man has one hand gripping the bouncer’s hair in a fist, pulling his head back as he holds the knife to the soft flesh of his neck.

  “Get the door,” he growls to me, and I hurry past him to push the door open. The cool breeze hits my burning skin as I step outside, and hold the door open for Jack.

  “If I see you take one step outside,” he says in a low threatening voice to the helpless man under his control, “I’m going to put this knife through your chest.”

  With a grunt, he pushes Cupcake back inside and slams the door closed.

  “On the bike,” he commands as he races over to me. There are about twenty bikes outside, but I know which one is his. I spent hours staring at it through my bedroom window while he was over for Sunday night dinners. One time when I was feeling particularly bold, I sat on it while it was parked in the driveway. I nearly had an orgasm as I rubbed my aching pussy on Jack’s seat.

  Jack climbs on the bike and I jump on behind him as the door opens and a bunch of mean-looking bikers pours out of the club.

  “Shit,” Jack curses when he sees them coming. The bike roars to life under us as he turns it on—the vibrations running from my spread pussy all the way up to my core.

  I wrap my arms around his thick body and hold him tight as the motorcycle jerks forward. He rides up to the row of parked bikes and kicks the first one into the next one, sending them all toppling over like dominoes as the bikers rush at us.

  Jack grins as he twists the throttle with his hand. The large tires squeal under us before shooting us down the road like a rocket, leaving the club in our past where it belongs.

  The ride back to his house is pure bliss. It’s just me holding onto the only man I’ve ever loved as the cool wind flies through my hair. The adrenaline thrill of nearly being killed is flowing through my veins mixed with the excited anticipation of what’s to come.

  I can still feel Jack’s cock in my hand. I can still taste his salty sweetness on my tongue. My pussy is still coated with his sticky cum and it feels just as good now as when he first rubbed it on me.

  He turns onto his street, and I’m sad that the ride will soon be over. It feels like heaven, but I know what’s coming up next will be even better.

  I rest my cheek on his strong muscular back as I hold him tight, my hands planted firmly on his hard abs.

  The bike comes to a stop in his driveway and he turns to me as he presses the button on his automatic garage door opener. The door groans as it rises.

  “Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he says when he looks at me over his shoulder. My hair is probably a wild mess after driving across town with no helmet on, but he seems to find me sexier than ever. My heart swells in my chest with him looking at me like that. All I’ve ever wanted was for him to look at me like a woman, and now he is. I doubt he’ll ever see me as a child after tonight.

  “Those bikers,” he says, taking a deep breath. “Do they know your name?”

  I shake my head. “No. I used a fake name on the application.”

  He takes a breath of relief. “Smart girl,” he says with a nod. “But still. We can’t take any chances of them seeing you. You’re staying here until this all blows over.”

  “How long will that be?”

  “A few months.”

  I can’t help but grin. A few months alone with Jack? This couldn’t get any better.

  Until it does.

  “We’re going inside now,” he says with a passionate stare. “And I’m going to give you all of me. I’m going to fuck you with no protection.”

  Warm shivers erupt through me as I listen to his throaty voice.

  “I’m going to give it to you bare and breed you,” he says, making my pussy pulse. “After tonight you’ll be bound to me in an infinite number of ways. Now, listen to me carefully, Zoe. I know myself, and if we do this, I’ll never let you go. You won’t be allowed to leave me. Ever. You’ll be giving me more than your virginity, little girl. You’ll be giving me you. Your body. Your soul. It will be all mine.”

  “It’s already yours,” I say, melting into his back as I squeeze him tight. “It will always be yours.”

  He turns his head a
nd kisses me so deeply that it makes my toes curl.

  “That’s what I wanted to hear,” he says when he finally releases me. “Now go inside, and we’ll make it official.”

  5

  Jack

  Having Zoe in my house without her parents here is a dream come true. This night is pure fate. At the beginning of the night, I thought I was spending a lonely pathetic night in a strip club consoling my coworker Mike—Shit! I forgot all about Mike! He’s probably going to wonder where the hell I am when he finishes banging that stripper—but fate seemed to work her magic, bringing Zoe and me together at last.

  “This is your room?” she asks as she stands shyly in the doorway, peeking in.

  “Our room,” I correct. “What’s mine is now yours, and what’s yours is now mine.”

  There’s only one thing I want of hers. I let out a groan as my eyes trail down her fertile body to the short skirt hugging her hips. I want what’s underneath that.

  I haven’t been able to think clearly since I got a taste of her sweet nectar. I can’t stop thinking about it, wanting more, needing more.

  Her eyes widen as I move toward her, and she lets out a little whimper when I grab her soft body in a firm grip. I’m going to try to be gentle with her, but it’s going to be hard with her looking at me with those big doe-like eyes. She looks so innocent and pure that I’m not sure if I’ll be able to restrain myself.

  “I think I’m going to like it here,” she says, licking her plump lips as she looks up at me.

  I crush my lips to hers and she’s already moaning into my mouth as I press my hard cock against her stomach. She bites down on my bottom lip and tugs it as I release her, giggling when she finally lets go.

  “I think I’m going to like having you here,” I say as I slide my hand from her cheek, over her soft breast, and past her stomach, before curling it up under her skirt.