I didn’t have a chance to ask Caleb anything after the soccer game. He took Lucy and I out for pizza, which seemed perfectly acceptable to her picky palate when it was Caleb suggesting it.
They got along like gangbusters though, and it warmed my heart to see her looking up from my phone more often than not to make jokes with him or to listen to his stories about growing up in Harder’s Mill.
“So how did you decide to move here?” he asked me after we’d devoured the entire meat lover’s extra large with a serving of breadsticks.
I laughed and put my arm around Lucy. She was busy with my phone but I knew she’d remember this.
“Well, things happened in my life that forced me to move,” I said quickly, hoping she’d let me gloss over the frantic escape we’d made from Rolland’s house. “Lucy and I were driving for days without a plan in place. We were having the best time though, just wandering here and there across the country.”
“And somehow you came south?”
“Yup, we decided we wanted to go to Florida.”
“You’re an awfully long ways from Florida.”
“We are, but the car died on us,” I smiled. “We picked Harder’s Mill because we ended up having to leave the car with Smith’s Garage for over a week. By the time we got it back we both decided that we’d like to live here. I enrolled Lucy in school, found an apartment and then found the job at Virginia’s.”
“Lucky you,” he said, sitting back in his chair and observing the two of us. His eyes settled on me and he gave me a sensuous look that melted my insides and made my pulse thread through my body like a rapid-fire machine gun. “And lucky me.”
I looked down at my soda and picked out a piece of ice. I put it in my mouth to concentrate on slowing my breathing and cooling down.
When I looked up, Caleb was still watching me with that predatory look, like he was about to pounce on me and consume me whole.
“Lucky all of us,” I said and clapped my hands together to break the spell. “Shall we get the bill? Lucy has school in the morning.”
“Certainly,” Caleb replied and snapped out of it. He motioned to the waitress, dropped a few twenties on the tray she brought, and we left.
We parted ways at our vehicles, and I watched him drive his truck ahead of me, going straight when I turned off for home.
It felt wrong to not follow him. It felt like I should be with him in his house, like the three of us should make it a home.
But he was just a friend.
I had to remember that or I was going to be destroyed.
The week passed quickly, I had taken lunch to Caleb a couple days but he hadn’t ordered the last three. I didn’t know why, but I’d heard he might be out of town or doing things with his dad. The town was small enough that rumors flew no matter if people knew the facts or not.
Friday came around and Lucy was asked to spend the night at her friend Sarah’s place on Saturday.
I wasn’t totally convinced, but it was a birthday party and Addy’s daughter would be there too. I knew the family was okay, but it still made me feel a little unsettled to leave her with people. The Girl Guide’s camp out had felt different for some reason.
“Sarah has an iPad,” Lucy said on our way to pick out a present. “Maybe we could get her something for that?”
“I don’t really know what we could get for an iPad,” I said. We pulled up to the one department store in our little town. “Does she like Barbies?”
Lucy rolled her eyes dramatically and said, “Nobody like Barbies anymore, mom.”
We walked into the store and headed right for the toy section. There wasn’t a lot but Lucy had to pick up and inspect almost everything they had. It hurt me a little that we’d had to leave her things back home when we’d fled.
I picked up a fluffy plush fox and had a pang of grief thinking of the one we’d left behind. It had been the one thing I’d purchased on my own, saving nickels and dimes until I picked it up one day while getting groceries.
Rolland had been so angry about it; he’d accused me of cheating on him and earning the money on my back. He’d almost destroyed it that night until I’d distracted him with something sexy and gotten his mind off his anger.
I remembered how Lucy had curled up with her plush fox every night for about a year until one day it was gone.
I never did ask Rolland about it, I knew if I did I would be in big trouble. By then I’d realized I had to learn to let things go. Lucy had learned too, and had been too scared to ask what had happened to her little fox.
I stroked the fur of the fox and watched Lucy holding two different toys looking from one to the next.
I set the fox down and realized it was time to let it go again, to move on from that old life and embrace this new one that we were building here.
“What have you got?” I asked her and walked to where she was in deep contemplation over them.
“I don’t know if she would like this one or that one,” she said slowly. She was holding an art set and a pink Disney princess doll.
“How about the art supplies?” I asked. “We could go pick out some paper and more pens.”
“Okay,” Lucy said, “I don’t even know if she likes princesses anymore. The art stuff is a better bet.”
“Sounds good,” I said and wandered through the store with her as we picked out the rest of the present, the gift bag and card.
I swore to myself that I wasn’t going to panic when we got the total, but I did discreetly put my chocolate bar back when I saw how much it was.
I knew my kid-free night would be spent at home; there was no way I had any extra money to spend on myself.
Sometimes being a single mom was damn tough.
Lucy’s happiness when we got home was more than worth it though. She carefully wrote her name on the card and packaged the present slowly until it was totally perfect.
She was adorable, and even though being a single mom was rough, it was worth it at moments like that. Time spent with Lucy when she was giggling and fooling around, telling silly jokes and completely free made my whole decision to leave Rolland the right one.
I’d do anything for my daughter, even if it meant giving up a chocolate bar and a night out...even if it meant keeping Caleb Harder as a friend and not risking my heart and hers on his words of warning.
She was worth it and I was worth it...
But part of me couldn’t help but think that Caleb was worth it too.
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It was if my mind and body had detached and I was above myself, watching as I ran my hands along Britt’s beautiful form.
She was almost frantic, her lust driving her to extreme need, her hips thrusting up toward me as she tried to drag my aching cock into her virginal pussy.
But I couldn’t hurt her. I couldn’t bring pain to my sweet candy girl. I let her slide the tip of my dick along her sopping wet cleft until it was coated with her desires, but still, I wanted to ease into her slowly to avoid any discomfort.
“Slow down, love.” I stared into her eyes, willing her to calm herself. “We have the rest of our lives together. Let’s savor this moment. This is your first time, and my first time with you, my love.”
She visibly relaxed and smiled a secretive little grin, a contented look full of promise. “I trust you. I know you’ll guide me through this. I know you won’t hurt me on purpose. But god, Lock, please…I need to feel you inside of me.”
In spite of wanting to take it slow and all my plans to break her in gently, her desire roped me in and pulled me toward her with an undeniable force.
“Britt,” I grunted and settled the head of my swollen cock at the entrance to her wet, hot, tight cunt, “what are you doing to me?”
“I’m taking what’s mine.” She smiled and reached up, digging her fingers into my hips and pull
ing me hard.
I managed to resist…for half a heartbeat.
And then she won. She dragged my hips harder, and her pussy opened to me, her lips parted, and the head of my cock split her virginal heat.
It was tight, but she was dripping wet and needing me, so I slid inside, each agonizing inch at a time, until I bottomed out and her eyes were wide open and full of surprise.
“Oh,” she whispered, her mouth a perfect, red O. “Lock…that feels so…oh god…” Her cunt spasmed, and her eyes widened even more as she exhaled a long drawn out breath.
“Are you okay, candy girl?” I looked down at the gorgeous sight of my body buried to the hilt inside of hers.
Knowing I was the first.
The only.
She would never have another cock split her wide. She would never be filled with another man’s seed.
And that was fucking intoxicating as hell.
I began to separate from my rigid control and pulled back, withdrawing from her as both our bodies begged me not to.
Her face grimaced, and she gasped in pain as I neared the beginning, but she kept her fingers on my hips, pulling me back deep inside.
Before I knew it, my beautiful perfect candy girl was impaled on my cock, writhing and twisting as I slammed into her, her virginity long gone and my body joining with hers.
“I can’t stand this. It feels so good.” She dug her fingernails into my hips and dragged them up my back. I winced at the exquisite sensation of pain mixed with pleasure and understood what was driving Britt on in her frenzied desire.
The pain of losing her virginity was connected to the pure bliss of our shared experience. She enjoyed the duality of sensations as much as I did, and it only made me pound into her harder.
“Open your eyes. Look at me while I fuck you,” I commanded her and felt powerful as her lids snapped up and she locked her brilliant blues on me. “That’s right. Look at me while I tear your pussy open, take your virginity, and make you mine.”
“I’m yours,” she panted, and her eyes looked like they were about to close again. I slapped her thigh gently to get her attention.
“Whose are you? Who do you belong to?”
“You, Lock, I’m yours. Make me yours.”
I slammed into her harder and faster, and her entire body tensed up beneath me. She cried out and went still as I slipped in and out of her perfect, hot, velvet cunt. She spasmed and clenched my cock with her virginal walls, sucked me back inside of her, and panted like she couldn’t catch her breath.
“Come on my dick,” I told her, and she did, again, her cunt fluttering and tugging my cock deep inside. “Come for me, candy girl.”
She let out one last primal scream and shook her head, as if in disbelief, as she crashed down into the finale of her first orgasm at the end of my cock.
I gave her no relief. The moment she relaxed, I slammed into her again. I hooked my hands under her ass cheeks and braced her against my onslaught. Her head lolled back onto the bed, and she slowly regained her composure as I fucked her hard and fast.
“I’m going to fill you up, candy girl,” I grunted, a guttural sound that was more animal than man. “I’m going to shoot my hot load into you, flood your virgin pussy.”
“Come on, give it to me, Lock,” she moaned and bucked her hips up to meet me. “I need you. I want all of you. I want your hot cum.”
I stiffened at that, my cock throbbing and pulsing as my body arched back, burying my cock so deep inside of her that I wasn’t sure where I ended and she began.
We were one being, with one perfect future together, one perfect love.
My balls tightened, and my orgasm reached the crescendo point where I couldn’t contain it any longer.
“Come with me,” I growled and jerked her hips up to meet mine. “Milk my cock. Drain my cum.”
She cried out, and we did together, my cock shooting my hot seed into her tight, wet cunt as she clenched and fluttered, milking every last drop from my spent balls.
She was magnificent, she was perfection, and I couldn’t imagine how I’d ever gone through life without her in it. After we both came down off our mutual high, I collapsed next to her on the bed and dragged the blanket over the both of us.
Britt curled into the curve of my arm, like our bodies had been made for each other, and I stroked her hair, pushing a damp tendril off her forehead and placing a kiss where it had been.
“This is what I’ve been looking for,” I said, matter-of-factly.
“Me too.” She grinned, turning her face toward me for another kiss.
I did, my mouth overtaking hers and our tongues joining in a seemingly endless swirl of sensation.
I hadn’t even known what I’d been missing until I found it.
And it turned out I’d been missing her.
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