by Madison Faye
But I’m no white knight, and my intentions weren’t to protect, or save, or rescue.
…My intentions were to possess - to wall her off from everyone else and keep her as my own. Which is exactly what I did. She’d smiled a plastic, practiced smile when she’d seen the private show request from Big_Daddy_Vegas - the screen name jumped out at me when I glanced up and saw the “Daddy-O’s Big-Style Vegas Pizza” box on my kitchen counter. But when she saw my next request, her face had grown a little flush, and that smile had turned into a dropped jaw.
A private show on Heartthrob Cams is fifty bucks for half an hour - stackable for as long as the girl wants to keep doing a show for. At each half-hour, she can collect what you’ve pre-deposited onto the site.
…I’d put down fifty thousand dollars.
Three weeks. I’d bought three weeks , alone with her. No scummy pieces of shit cat-calling her. No one else looking at her. No other eyes watching her as she performed for me and me only.
Mine.
My pretty little bad girl.
My dirty little secret
Pretty. Dirty. And all mine .
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Legal
Legal
S he's way off limits , and I know it. The problem is, I don't give a f*ck if she is.
Somehow, that innocent girl next door - that girl I had no business thinking about like that, grew up. And I HAVE to have her. I've never felt this way about anyone, even in my Navy days - obsessed and crazy to the point of madness. It's like something primal; a beast inside of me that roars whenever she's near. She might be my buddy's little girl, and my next door neighbor, and damn near half my age...
But she's legal , and I'm going to be her first; I'm going to claim and breed her. I don't care what the consequences are, because I'm going to make her mine if it's the last thing I do.
C opyright © 2016 Madison Faye
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Editing: Sennah Tate
Cover: White Rabbit Creative
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark status of products referred to in this book and acknowledges that trademarks have been used without permission.
This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains extremely sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. This book is strictly intended for those over the age of 18.
All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual.
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1
Chelsea
I wanted Jake Harding before I even really knew what "wanting" something like that meant. I mean, what wasn't there to want about him? He was charming, and rugged in that manly way you only read in books or saw in movies, and he always had something nice to say to me, even at my dorkiest, nerdiest phase.
He was also incredibly handsome with dark eyes, a strong jaw and a totally dreamy smile. I think I knew a man like Mr. Harding was “sexy” before I even know what sexy was; I knew he stirred something inside of me, even if I didn’t quite know what that something was.
Ok, at twenty-five years my senior, and married, and our next door neighbor, and best friends with my parents, it was hardly a feasible match; not by a freaking mile.
But I couldn't help what I felt. And what started as our names written on the covers of notebooks and childishly flighty daydreams quickly turned into something much more adult and much more longing as I got older.
By the time I was eighteen, a senior, and getting ready to leave home for the first time, I was barely able to talk around him he got me so tongue tied and flustered.
I'd watch him, biting my lip with bated breath as he peeled his t-shirt off his sweaty muscled torso after mowing the lawn. I'd let my eyes wander over every inch of his rugged chest, and imagine those big strong arms of his - still muscled from years of playing football back in the Navy with my dad - picking me up, instead of the bag full of grass clippings.
Sure, I flirted, in that geeky, bumbling and inexperienced way that girls do before we really know what the hell we're doing. But it obviously never led to anything in the slightest. To Mr. Harding, I was just that gawky girl from next door; his buddy's daughter with braces and a bizarre way of blushing and stumbling over her words.
But still, the seed was there, and as senior year turned into summer, that burning feeling of need and want got stronger and stronger the closer I got to leaving for college.
* * *
W e’d moved a lot when I was a kid, with my father being a Navy doctor. And being that a lot of those moves were overseas, by the time they got back to the States and stuck me into more regular schooling, I was stuck somewhere between two grades. The school decided that it was better for me to be on the older and more prepared side than the younger and playing constant catch-up side, so I was placed into 8th rather than 9th grade, which was also good because it gave me another year to acclimate to being a kid in the States and not living on a Naval base before I jumped into high school the next year.
It was late August that last summer at home, the night of my nineteenth birthday and just two weeks before I'd be on my way to school. That’s the night when that first event occurred that would quickly push me down the path to what happened later. Yes, I'd wanted Jake for years, but when I look back, I know it was what I heard, and then what I saw that night that turned me from curious and fantasizing to flat out pining determination.
I remember the night was hot and sticky in that muggy way only Florida can get. We had an AC unit in our living room back then, but my parents being the conservationist sticklers that they were, we were stuck with only fans in our bedrooms for those long hot nights.
I tossed and turned that evening, kicking off even the thin sheet from my sweat-sheened body and then yanking my tank-top off before lying back in just my panties trying to get comfortable in the heat.
Part of it, besides the temperature, was that I had Jake Harding on the brain bad that night. My parents had thrown me a big BBQ cookout in the backyard by the pool to celebrate my birthday that night. I'd invited a couple friends, but mostly it was just my mom, dad, and younger brother, and of course the Hardings from next door.
I suppose it’s worth reiterating one teeny little
detail here that Jake was not only much older - scandalously older, really - and friends with my parents, but also very much married. But Lenore, his wife, was always a little frosty I thought, and it wasn't just because I had the hots for her husband. They were one of those couples that just didn’t make sense to anyone. My dad had once let something slip about how Lenore’s father had given Jake a pretty great job after the Navy, before he started working for himself as college football scout, but my mom had hushed him after that, saying we had better things to do than pry into that.
Well, she might have, but understanding what Jake found appealing about women was something I was very much interested in.
Anyways, that night at the BBQ, she’d seemed extra standoffish, giving me only the smallest of cold smiles as she wished me a happy birthday.
Jake meanwhile had given me the best present I could have never actually asked for, which was part of the reason I was lying awake like this now, so late in the evening. When they'd walked over from their yard to ours for the party, he'd dropped a nicely wrapped gift on the picnic table, and then come over and picked me up in a big bear-hug! I about died right there as he'd swung me around, those big strong arms holding me tightly to his muscled body and making me squeal as he chuckled.
"How the hell did you get so big , Chelsea?" He’d said, grinning broadly at me at he set my trembling, blushing body back on the ground.
"Jake!" Lenore had rolled her eyes and smacked him in the arm. "You don't call girls 'big'. And watch your language!"
He'd rolled his eyes at my furiously blushing face. “Oh, heck , you know what I mean Chelsea. You grew up! And now you're heading off to college ! Man, where does the time go?" He pushed his hand up through his thick brown hair, flashing me that handsome grin that got me hot all over. “Besides, Lenore, she knows I'm not calling her big. " He'd looked at me with that melting smile across his jaw. “You know you're going to be a little heart breaker at school, don't you Chelsea?"
2
Chelsea
U gh , that hug! Here I was hours later, long after the party had wrapped up and Jake and Lenore had gone back home, and I was still imaging his hands on my back, his arms wrapped around me, and the feel of his body so close to mine.
The schoolgirl crush was much more adult these days. I'd barely even kissed a boy, being the skinny geek that I was, but I did know what desire felt like, and what to do with those urges when they kept me awake at night like this.
Closing my eyes and bringing that memory of Mr. Harding's arms around me, I sucked at my bottom lip as I let my hand slip down my sweaty young body until it fumbled at the elastic of my panties. I pushed my fingers beneath them, gasping slightly as I pushed them slowly over my mound before they slipped down into the slippery wet folds of my tight slit.
I moaned quietly. In my head, Jake Harding wasn't stopping at just holding me in his arms. In my fantasy, he was kissing me hungrily, his lips devouring mine and his tongue wrestling with my own as he clutched me to him. I slipped my fingers deeper into my wet sex as I imagined him kissing down my neck, tearing my shirt off and putting his mouth all over my small breasts. I pinched my own nipple with my other hand, imagining it was his lips nipping at me.
He’d grunt as he pressed himself to me, and I'd moan loudly, crying out his name into the steamy night air as he-
Wait a second.
I froze, my fingers lingering on my pussy as I stopped and listened again. The moans I'd just heard in my fantasy had actually come from reality.
I listened hard, straining to hear it again. And then, there it was again, and I felt my pulse jump like lightening in my chest.
"Oh fuck me harder , Jake!"
Oh. My. God.
It was Lenore's voice, obviously, and I whirled to peer out my window. I had a view of the Harding's backyard from the back of our house where my bedroom was, which was also where I'd spent many an afternoon spying on Jake mowing the lawn or taking a dip in their pool. But this time, I gasped and felt my young body clench up tight with excitement at what I was seeing. It took me a second, but as my eyes adjusted to the moonlit glow of my neighbor's backyard, I saw it all .
Jake's body glistened with the hot summer heat as he grunted, his muscles bunching and clenching as he pumped his hips rhythmically against his wife Lenore, who was bent over the lawn chair in front of him.
"Oh God , honey! Fuck me with that big cock of yours!"
I gasped and brought my hand quickly to my mouth as I stared out my window. I almost couldn't believe what I seeing barely thirty feet away from me! Jake Harding was fucking his wife hard from behind, right there in the backyard!
You'd have thought I'd be insanely jealous, or heartbroken, seeing the man of my fantasies with another woman. And at first, I was . At first, it felt like something in my heart was breaking apart; tearing at the seams inside as the leaden feeling in my gut sank into the pit of my stomach. But, as I watched, I realized I was becoming more and more mesmerized by the whole thing. The more I watched with wide, shocked eyes, the more I couldn’t look away. Jake’s muscles rippled under the moonlight, and the more I watched, the more I got completely turned on by the whole thing.
I guess part of me wished that it was me bent over that lawn chair with Jake holding my hips and pumping me full of his cock. But that didn't mean I couldn't be totally turned on and dripping wet just watching it happen like some sort of voyeur.
And before I knew it, the burning desire from earlier that I’d stopped came rushing back. I moaned as I felt my pussy throb inside my panties as my arousal quickly began to dampen the fabric while I watched the Hardings in their backyard. I knelt on the ground by my back window, peering over the sill at my hunky neighbor fucking his wife and letting the sounds of their lovemaking wash over me as I eagerly pushed my fingers back into my panties and slid them wetly over my tight little slit.
They were facing me at sort of an angle out there in the backyard. From my vantage point, I could see Lenore's face scrunched up with passion as her gorgeous husband gripped her tightly by the hips and pushed into her again and again. Her breasts were much larger than my small little chest, and they swayed heavily beneath her as Jake's hands gripped her ass tight and he fucked her with deep strokes.
His glistening chest rippled in the moonlight, and I moaned into my hand as the fingers from my other slipped into my tight channel, imaging it was his cock pushing into me from behind. I rubbed my clit with my thumb as two of my fingers rhythmically pushed in and out of my wet slit, trying to time my stroking with Jake's thrusting across the yard.
I'd been close before, back in my bed with my fantasy. And as I masturbated right there, hiding in my bedroom and watching my neighbors making love in their backyard, I could already feel myself close to coming. I started to finger my pussy harder and harder as Jake's pace picked up as well. I could see his jaw gritting tightly and the heavy concentration in his eyes as he rocked his hips back and forth.
"Oh fuck yes baby! Come inside me! Shoot your cum and fill me up Jake! Fuck your cum into me and put a baby inside of me! Make me pregnant!"
Like a rocket, that did it - for both of us, apparently. I bit my hand hard as my own orgasm began to clench and ripple through me, but I forced myself to keep my eyes open and watch as Jake's face did the same. He let out a heavy grunt, and with a final, powerful thrust, he slammed forward into Lenore. He roared, and I knew he was coming right along with me! My own body clenched and convulsed, my tight pussy seizing up around my fingers as I bit my hand hard trying not to scream as I came.
As I came down, I suddenly gasped again as Jake slipped wetly out of his wife, and his thick, throbbing, glistening dick bobbed into view.
Oh my God .
I mean, I'd never really seen a penis before, aside from spying on my friend Jenna's older brother in the shower years ago, or the few glimpses of porn I'd seen. But I knew enough to know that the thick, gorgeous lo
oking cock jutting out from Mr. Harding's muscled abdomen was decidedly enormous .
There was nothing following their lovemaking. No cuddling, not even a kiss. Jake was still panting and pushing his fingers through his hair when Lenore quickly got up from the chair, brushed her knees off, and went inside. I frowned as I watched Mr. Harding shake his head and mutter something before he followed her inside.
After that, I slumped back into my bed to grin and blush to myself about what I'd just seen.
"Put a baby inside of me! Make me pregnant."
Why was it that line in particular that had pushed me over the edge? It was like just hearing that from Mrs. Harding's lips had sent me crashing right into my orgasm, as if just imagining Jake making her pregnant like that right in front of me has made me come.
It was so hot, in fact, that I actually fingered my still buzzing slit into another mini-orgasm right there in my bed just thinking about it before I finally drifted off to naughty dreams that night.
3
Jake
T his was going to be a real fucking problem.
It’d been one of those days with Lenore. Hell, it’d been one of those weeks , or hell, those years with her. We just…shit, I don’t know. We didn’t work anymore; at all. It’d gotten to the point where I honestly wasn’t sure why she’d ever married me, or I her for that matter. Her father, I suppose, and the job he landed me with the U-Miami football division before I went free agent as a recruitment consultant. Seems like a silly reason to have married into the family, but the more I thought about it, the more I was pretty sure that was it. I got the job, she got stability and the little cookie-cutter life she wanted.
