by K. Webster
He releases my hair and then that hand begins servicing my clit. It’s too much. Too much sensation. I come so hard I scream—a soul shattering type of scream. My legs shake with such force I think I’ll collapse. But this man with his big fingers inside of my holes is holding me up. I’m at his mercy. I’m on his dirty little ride until he tells me I’m free to go.
I hope he never makes me go.
“So sweet,” he murmurs as he eases his fingers out of me when the last of my orgasm has rippled away. “God you’re such a temptation.”
As soon as he lets go of me, I wobble on my feet. I think I’m going to fall but then he’s scooping me into his powerful arms. I stare into his deep brown eyes, getting lost in them.
“What are we doing?”
He strides into his bedroom and then sets me on the bed. His mask has fallen and darkness shines through. “We’re breaking all the rules.”
“Do you trust me?” he questions from his knees between my spread legs.
I smirk and shrug my shoulders. “I let you tie my ankles to each end of the footboard. I think that requires a little bit of trust.”
He reaches forward and gives my pussy a slap. “You’re a smartass.” His brows scrunch together as he regards me thoughtfully. “I talked to your dad today.”
My smile falls from my lips. “What?”
“He tried to file a missing person report.” He scrubs his face with his palm and scowls. “I wanted to beat his fucking ass.”
“Are they going to make me go home?” My stomach roils at the thought. I hate my dad. He used to whip up on Mom, but once she found her beloved pills, she was no longer a fun punching bag. She stopped fighting back. Dad likes a fighter.
“Nobody is making you go back,” he assures me. “I don’t care if I have to hide you in my fucking closet. I’m not letting you go home to that asshole.”
The nerves causing my stomach to clench calm at his words. “So what happens now?”
“You’re going to ride this thing out until you turn eighteen…” he trails off and lifts a brow. “Which is when?”
“Next month.”
A look of relief flickers in his eyes. “I’ll take you by your house after school tomorrow. You can grab whatever you want while he’s out of town.”
I nod and hope blossoms in my heart. I’d always known Rick was someone I could count on. Ever since I was twelve, when I spent the night over for the first time, I realized how a real dad was supposed to be. I’d been enamored with him. That infatuation evolved into something else. It eventually evolved into having my ankles tied to his bed and his big hands massaging my thighs as he stares at me as though I’m his most favorite dessert. God, do I ever have some fucked up daddy issues…
“I don’t want to think about him,” I murmur, my gaze falling to the dark trail of hair that dips below the band of his sweatpants. “Maybe you should take off your pants and distract me.”
He chuckles and leans forward to kiss my lips. I’ll never tire of kissing his full lips. I love how he’s so giant and strong. How his body seems to overpower mine, always. But he never abuses his power. He somehow gives me exactly what I never knew I wanted.
I thread my fingers into his hair as he starts trailing kisses to my breasts. He tongues my nipples and nips at my flesh. Sheriff is a biter. I shudder and push his head lower when he bites me hard enough to leave a bruise. He continues his delicious assault south until he makes it to my smooth pussy. His hot breath has my entire body shivering.
“This pussy is mine,” he tells me, his mouth a mere inch from my clit. His eyebrow is lifted as though he expects me to challenge him. No argument here. My pussy is your pussy, Sheriff.
He uses his thumbs to pull apart my hairless lips and he flicks his tongue out to taste me. The heat of his tongue causes me to jolt. I’m glad he left my hands free because I’m able to rip at his hair to urge him on. He grunts against me as if I’m causing him pain and in return he sucks on my clit so hard I scream. Bliss shoots through me as he nearly brings me to orgasm with one simple action. But just when I think I can come, he starts sucking on my outer lips and biting me again. This time gentler, than on my tits but it still stings. I don’t think I can take anymore and then he’s back to licking and sucking. His mouth is brutal and beautiful at once. I’m shuddering with the conflicting assault.
“Stahhhhp,” I groan. And then, “Oh my God, don’t staaaahp.”
He sucks on my clit again and I cry out. Over and over again, he dizzies me as he devours my pussy. I’ve been with guys who try to write their name with their tongue. Rick eats me alive until I don’t know my own name.
“Oh God! Oh God!” I moan. “I need more.”
His teeth find my clit and he bites just hard enough to send me over the edge. I pull at his hair until he pops off my clit and is forced up my body.
“Kiss me,” I beg. “Fuck me.”
He growls against my mouth and then devours me just like he consumed my pussy. Biting and licking and sucking and teasing. I’m dizzied and lost in him. My fingernails claw at his flesh. I want him inside me. I want him to tear me apart.
“Jesus Christ you’re going to be the death of me,” he hisses as he reaches between us to free his cock from his pants. He lines his cock up with my opening before slamming into me so hard the rope around my ankles cuts into my flesh. I scream and hold onto him as he bucks into me like a wild stallion.
“Yessss!”
His body presses against me in just the right way that I’m climaxing again, so abruptly I black out. Sounds and touch. Those are my only sensations as my body clenches around his cock. I eventually regain my vision and I’m glad because I get to watch him. I get to see his brows furl together and his forehead wrinkle. I get to see sweat roll down his temple. I get to see the way his mouth parts as he begins to lose control.
So beautiful.
Mine.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groans and stills his hips. Heat pours into me and he bucks into me twice more before he pulls out draining the rest onto my stomach. Our bodies are slick and sticky and it’s perfect.
“I think I’m dead,” I joke, my chest heaving with exertion.
He growls and nips at my throat. “Little girl, we’re only just getting started…”
“You have to go to school,” I tell her as I kiss her throat. “Good girls go to school.”
Mandy grumbles and I love how damn cute she is when she’s grumpy. “I’m a bad girl. Who gets up this early anyway?”
“I wanted to get up and ready before Kelsey gets home. She texted making sure we were decent before she shows up. I figured we could eat breakfast and then I’d take you both to school.”
She drags the pillow over her face and ignores me. Okay then… a different tactic. I start kissing her full tits and take time to admire all of the bruises I put on them. Love bites. A smug grin plays at my lips as I tongue one of her nipples. My palm slides down her flat stomach and disappears under the blankets to find her silky cunt. Her body jolts when I graze her clit.
“Wake up, beautiful,” I murmur. “If you want to get fucked before breakfast, you better climb on my lap and ride my cock.”
She giggles and though it’s raspy from sleep, it’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. My dick is painfully hard for her. The gorgeous girl pushes the pillow from her head and clumsily straddles me. She’s still sleepy and a little uncoordinated. I grab her hips to steady her before easing her down my cock. Our eyes meet. Hers are barely cracked but I see the blue shimmering behind her lids.
Her cunt is tighter than any woman I’ve ever fucked. When I don’t focus on the fact that she’s still a teenager, I quite enjoy sex with her. I’d assumed she’d be inexperienced but she easily keeps up with me. Sure, there are some things she’s still unsure of but I’ve been glad to walk her through those moments. Eventually, I’m going to put my cock inside of her ass and fully corrupt the hottest female I’ve ever been with.
“Mmm,” she moans, the movement of her h
ips slow and unsteady. I want to flip her over and drive into her so hard she screams. But there is something sexy as fuck about having this sleepy-eyed, blonde vixen performing her slow seductive dance on my cock. Her large tits bounce with each wiggle of her hips. I’d wanted to keep my hands to myself so I could simply stare but I need to touch her. One hand goes to her perfect tit and the other finds her clit.
“I want you on my fat cock every fucking day, Mandy,” I grunt, pleasure throbbing through me as I get closer and closer to coming.
“Every day,” she agrees, a moan slipping out after her words.
“You aren’t some itch that needs scratching or a weekend fling,” I growl and thrust my hips up. She cries out and tangles her fingers in her messy hair. Those pouty lips of hers are parted in ecstasy. “You’re mine, bad girl. I’m going to get you to eighteen and then I’m going to keep you.”
Her body shudders and I can tell she’s close. I increase the pressure against her clit until I feel her pussy strangle my cock. She screams out my name. I twist her nipple and pull her down toward me so I can kiss her perfect mouth. As soon as I get ahold of those swollen lips, I devour them. I don’t even care about morning breath. I just want her tongue. My palms find her ass and I dig my fingers into the padded flesh to guide her movements on my cock. When I can’t take it anymore, I come hard. I don’t even pull out this time as my hot seed pours into her. She feels too good. I want to come inside of her every time. It feels like such a waste to drain it out all over her belly. Although I do love splattering it all over her pretty face from time to time.
As soon as I’ve given her every part of me, I push her up so I can see her. She rests her palms on my chest and regards me with a smile only angels give. Too bad I know this girl is a dirty little devil in the sheets.
My cum begins to leak out of her soaking me and the bed below. It reminds me to ask an important question. “Are you on the pill?”
A flash of embarrassment flickers in her eyes and her throat turns red. She bites on her bottom lip before regarding me with a look of fear. Goddamn I don’t like that look on her face.
“Mandy,” I urge in a soft tone. “Talk to me. Don’t get upset.”
Tears well in her stunning blues and she attempts to wriggle away. I latch onto her hips and keep her seated on my cock where she belongs.
“I don’t want to tell you,” she utters. “Everything will be ruined.”
I caress her hips with my thumbs. “Nothing could ruin this. It’s too fucking perfect.”
She sniffles and looks up at the ceiling. “I’m not.”
Three years ago, I remember my condom breaking with a woman, named Lydia, I’d met at one of my favorite hangouts. I’d been pissed and furious. I was too old to go down that baby route again. But ever the responsible one, I told Lydia it had broken. She was like me and we didn’t believe in termination or anything. So we waited it out. Longest several weeks of my life. When she finally got her period, I never felt so relieved in my life.
And now?
Every time I’ve fucked this beautiful girl has been bare. It’s stupid and irresponsible. But I don’t harbor fear. There is no anger or terror. A bubble of excitement resides in my chest. I imagine what it would look like for her flat stomach to be pooched out with a baby. She’d be a goddamned knockout. And Kelsey would have a sibling.
My cock thickens inside her. Suddenly, I have the overwhelming urge to knock her up, consequences be damned. She’ll be eighteen soon and then… mine. I’ll make sure she’s mine.
“Do you want children?” I ask slowly. My heart hammers in my chest. I remember having this exact conversation with Elise, Kelsey’s’ mother. She’d told me no and it wasn’t but a few weeks later we found out she was pregnant. I watched her spiral into a depression. Had I not been around to help her through her pregnancy, I fear she would have killed herself. Of course, she waited until a few months after she left us to do that. I remember getting that call—that my child’s troubled mother had eaten an entire bottle of pills. They said she was pregnant again. Deep down I know it was my baby. I never spoke a word of it to Kelsey. Hell, I never even told Brandt. They both assume she ran off and never came back. I drag my thoughts from the dark place in my mind and pin Mandy with a serious stare. Whatever her stance is, I’ll back her. “Do you want children, Mandy?”
“I do, but I know you don’t want anymore and I’m sorry I was careless,” she chatters out. “I should have told you.”
I reach up and grab her bottom lip to keep her from talking. Pinning her with a smoldering stare, I tell her, “I’ll give you what you want. I’ll give you whatever you want, bad girl.”
Tears begin rolling down her cheeks as she starts rocking against my cock that is once again hard inside her. We stare at each other quietly as she slowly makes love to me. I’m about to come again when a certain voice has me freezing.
“Dad, I—Oh my God! Ack!” Kelsey groans. “I can’t unsee that. Oh God.” She shuts the bedroom door and soon I hear her door slam shut.
Mandy shrieks in horror and I start laughing. “That wouldn’t be the first time she’s walked in on her dad fucking.” I buck hard into her. “But it’s the first time she’s seen me fucking her drop dead gorgeous best friend.”
Mandy’s shock dissipates and she rides my cock like the good girl she really is until we’re both coming hard enough to shake the walls with our moans. Once we’re good and sated, I pull her to me to hold on to her for a few moments before we’re forced to get up. My seed stays trapped inside her and now that we’ve gotten the talk out of the way, I hope I put a McMahon inside of her. I’ll for damn sure keep trying until I do.
“Is he home?” I ask as we start up her front walkway.
She shakes her head and frowns. “He flew out for business, right? That’s what he told you?”
“He did, but I don’t trust the asshole,” I grunt.
“Well, his car isn’t here so I think we’re good,” she tells me as she pushes inside.
I follow her through the expensive home. A pang of guilt cuts through me. She’s used to all this fancy shit. I can provide her a home, but it’s nothing like this. For the first time since I’ve been fucking Mandy Halston, I feel inadequate.
“My room is this way,” she whispers, fear making her voice quake.
I snag her hand and thread my fingers with hers. Just hearing the fear in her voice is a reminder that I can give her a better home. My home is filled with love and laughter. She deserves that and so much more. When we make it to her bedroom, she pushes inside and then gasps. The room is destroyed. Her things have been ripped from shelves. Clothes have been pulled from drawers. The sheets on her bed have been torn off. It’s as if a monster raged in here while she was gone.
“What an asshole,” I hiss.
She turns to look at me. Sadness wells in her eyes. Despite the makeup she borrowed from Kelsey this morning before school, I can still see the faint outline of the purple bruise around her eye. “He did this the other night. When he hit me.” Her voice shakes. “I was so scared.”
With a growl, I drag her into my arms and stroke her silky-smooth blonde tresses. I kiss the top of her head. “You’re safe with me. I’m going to keep you safe forever.”
Her head tilts up and she grabs my face to kiss me. She’s tentative at first, but then her mouth devours mine. My sweet girl was locked away by a monster and was just waiting for her prince to come save her. I’ll save her, over and over again.
I help her pack up her clothes and a few pictures. Mostly, she doesn’t want anything. My little Mandy is a fighter and her anger at her father emanates from her. She regards the room with cold disdain as if saying goodbye is something she’s been waiting her entire life to do. I wait patiently as she finds her backpack and purse before adding those to the small pile of belongings she wants to take with her.
“I think that’s everything,” she says with a huff and places her hands on her curvy hips. The dress she borrowe
d from Kelsey this morning is way too short for my liking. I hate that she had to wear it to school. Not only was every boy at that school probably sporting wood at seeing her like that, I’d bet my entire life savings that the male teachers weren’t immune, either. Mandy has a porn star body with the innocent lips of a virgin teen. Sometimes I feel guilty when I kiss those soft lips—as though I’ve corrupted her. But then she does something like grab my cock and talks dirty. The girl was corrupted long before me. I’m the only one who can truly handle the bad girl. It makes sense for her to be attracted to the sheriff, of all people. She’s been craving for someone like me to set her straight. And not in an abusive way, like her father. In a way that has her wanting to behave.
“God you’re beautiful,” I tell her, a smile tugging at my lips. “I can’t wait to get you back home so I can spend the rest of the night kissing you.”
Her cheeks turn pink and she grins at me. “Seeing you standing there with your uniform on, looking all powerful and sexy in my bedroom has been a fantasy of mine for as long as I can remember.” She bites on her bottom lip and blinks slowly at me. The innocent look is so hot on her. “I’d lie right there on my bed and finger myself until I was screaming your name.” Okay, so the devilish look on her is fucking hot, too.
“You know I love making your fantasies come to life,” I growl as I prowl toward her. “Did you ever fantasize about me fucking you against your bedroom wall?”
She parts her lips and lust swims in her eyes. “No, but I am now.”
I reach forward and yank at the front of her dress. It buttons from top to bottom and when I pull, the first three buttons pop off and hit the floor with a few pings. Her full tits are all but falling out of the dress now. I tear the dress down even further so I can see her perfect body. It drives me fucking insane that she’s not wearing a bra, but there’s no way she could ever stuff those big tits into one of my daughter’s bras. It does make me want to go to her school and kill every male she’s come in contact with today, knowing they probably got a good view of her nipples through her dress. I’m actually quite happy that I’ve destroyed this dress now.
