by Celia Crown
Her high-pitched whines vary up and down in volume at the same velocity as his savage thrusts.
She’s gazing at him, face open like a book for him to understand everything she’s feeling. Little pouty lips turning down as he won’t touch her sodden clit or won’t grant her the kiss she wants.
He sets the rules; whatever he says is absolute and he’s doing this for her.
“You’re not ready yet, little girl.”
Not ready for him to release the dangerous animal that wants to mindlessly pound into her raw pussy.
“I am, daddy.” she rotates her hips, taking another inch in with a gasp as his cock nudges firmly on her cervix.
“No.” Vlad’s adamant, but she’s making him second guess his decision to protect her with upset trembling lips.
"You’re too small, you need to get used to having my big cock spreading you. I don’t want to hurt you, but you're making me lose control.”
He drops on his arms and put force behind his hips as he peppers her cheek with light kisses. He picks up his pace and pounds in her tender cunt with a loud squelch, her hot walls squeezing in shock.
Her arms fly around his neck, holding him for support as he hammers his cock down on her snug pussy. She cries wantonly when the prominent vein on his cock drags along that special spot in her walls, Mavis shakes in irresistible sensations.
“I can take it, daddy.” with tears clinging to her pretty eyes, she begs for the monster clawing and tearing through his resistance.
Vlad roars low in his throat, “You ask for this; I won’t be done with you until you’re stuffed with my cum.”
He tried to shield and ease her in the dark desire the beast has, but that plan will have to change as she squirms on the bed with unhinged desperation.
Strong hips snap back, earning a panicked protest from her. Clamping his big hands on her thighs and holding them to his waist, he raises to his knees and fucks her.
The bed creaks dully and bangs on the wall with thundering sounds, his thick cock pummeling her drenched cunt with the thin line between pain and pleasure blurring. Her wet lips stretch tightly around his cock that makes his balls draw up tensely with cum spilling from the tip, smearing ownership in her pulsing muscles.
“Ah, ah—” she fists the sheets and brings it to her face, screaming into it.
He doesn’t need to feel it to know that thousands of stars are bursting from behind her eyes as her mouth opens with a silent cry.
The guttural animal in him isn’t satisfied yet as he pounds through her orgasm, amplifying her primal urges to milk his cock.
Round tits bouncing wildly with his pace, he zeroes on the two hard nipples. She’s sensitive, but he doesn’t care. He knows she can take more, and by the gyrating hips, it’s more than true.
“Daddy,” she moans, “You’re so big; it hurts but it’s so good.”
He watches her trembling hands take a hold of his arm for support and the other snaking down to her clit that’s spread taut through his thick cock stretching her slits. A tentative touch shakes her whole body as it’s more sensitive from the aftershock, she quickly snatches her hand back an inch and glancing in his eyes for assurance.
“Go ahead, baby. Play with your pussy, show me how you want me to touch you.”
She obeys like a good girl and presses down at the swollen nub while his pummeling hip drags against her walls. The pulsing becomes ripples as she toys with her clit, getting familiar with every stroke as she tries to do what she’s told, but is getting distracted by his rolling thrusts.
A scrape of her fingernail on the tender nub sends her into a spiral of toe-curling sparks that coats his cock with overflowing juices.
She’s leaving a sticky mess everywhere; cum glistening on his shaft, dripping down her ass, and pooling lewdly on the bed.
Instead of rapidly fast twitches, there are long and prominent pulses of her pussy milking his cock.
“Fuck,” he roars.
Vlad topples over her, one arm caging her head as the other shackling one thigh to the bed and sinks into her with a squeal of overstimulation escaping her sore throat.
“Oh, oh!”
His pelvis traps her sodden clit, rubbing the firm nub with each thrust that has her clawing at his back. Tears pushing pass her eyes, Vlad thinks she looks beautifully destroyed.
Mavis is blinking out into a haze of pleasure, she holds him closer with soft tits molding to his hard chest.
The ticklish feeling at the base of his cock is getting unbearable as he rams harder in her, dragging on the engorged clit with every nudge to her cervix.
“I can’t—” she shakes her head, shuddering in protest with the bouncing pistons.
He praises, fingers threading around silky black hair and tugs. “You can take it, my good girl, I know you can.”
She complies, digging her nails in his back as her treacherous body wrings another orgasm. Her pussy never stops pulsing with his cock pressing down on the spot that makes her wild.
His cock thickens, spreading her lips wider as he pours scorching cum in her. Each jerk shoots another rope of creamy whites that paints sticky messes, and with no escape, it pools in her sopping cunt.
Mavis hums sluggishly, blinking the cloudiness from her eyes as she finds him looking down at her. Breaths mingling, his cock stays snugly in her while preventing his fertile cum from spilling out.
It’d be such a waste.
He has more to replace those that are inevitably lost.
There are so many things he wants at the moment; he wants to kiss the precious girl, want to pull out and watch his seeds dribble out of her quivering folds, and the unsettling beast wants to defile her again.
He decides he could let her rest for now.
Her long black hair fans out across the sheets as her eyes drop in exhaustion, a pleased hum is given to him when he brushes a strand of hair away from her forehead.
“You did good, Mavis.”
The dopey smile she gives him makes him swell with pride and deepen his obsession to take care of her.
He lifts her by the waist and picks her up to his heaving chest, Vlad doesn’t want to crush the smaller girl with his weight, but he’s not going to pull his cock out of the tight heat either.
She lays on top of him with her cheek mushed on his inked chest as he settles onto his back with a contented sigh. The pillow beneath his head isn’t as soft as the fleshy ass in his palm, but nothing is ever going to be softer than Mavis.
Vlad blindly searches for the discarded blanket and drapes it over their naked bodies with the whistling wind sounding through the window.
Every so often, he’d feel a slight clench of her cunt that reminds her that his large intrusion is hard.
Her mind is occupied with something, the mindless patterns she’s tracing on his chest is a dead giveaway, but he tired her out so much that she’s struggling to make sense of her scrambled thoughts.
He lays a strong hand on the back of her skull.
“Sleep.”
“But—” she begins, stumbling over her words.
Her insecurities and doubts are lingering thick in the air, she chews on her lips with a broken and annoyed whimper. No doubt frustrated with her lack of emotional experience to convey what she wants to say.
Vlad drops a small peck on the crown of her head, “This isn’t a onetime thing, I want us.”
Timidity and nervousness course through her thumping heart, she doesn’t look up or moves. She stays unnaturally still on top of him.
“You do?”
“Yes, I’ll still be here when you wake up.”
Finally, she slowly tilts her head up at him with apprehensive eyes before it turns into a hopeful smile.
“Be a good girl and go to sleep.”
She obeys with a forehead nuzzle to his chest.
Chapter Ten
Mavis
The next morning, the snow is still coming down heavily.
Whiteness covers the en
tire town without a single boot print or car tires, Mavis doesn’t think the snow will ever be disturbed as long as it’s still severely whooshing through the grey sky.
She sits at the barstool, reading every alcohol label in her line of sight. There are some very fancy names that are going to take an expert to pronounce, but she tries it in her mind.
It sounds a little funny, maybe it needs an accent to make it right.
Not that she knows how to do an accent, those are a set of talents she doesn’t have.
Pans and pots clanking in the other room take her eyes to the kitchen door. A long silence washes over the calm bar before an echo of blowing wind finds its way through her ears.
Vlad had carried her down the stairs and plopped her down on the barstool with a stern order to not leave the spot as there are microscopic shards of broken beer glasses on the floor.
She couldn’t have walked downstairs even if she wanted to, he had fucked her in every possible position and in more rooms than she can count.
Mavis can feel the copious amount of cum soaking her panties, he wanted it to be there as a symbol of possessive ownership just like the shirt slipping off her shoulder. She likes it; being taken care of feels nice and she doesn’t feel a speck of guilt for greedily taking up the dominance he reeks.
He makes her feel small and safe, she doesn’t need to be an emotionally complicated big girl when he’s more than willing to take care of the little girl who wants to learn how to love.
She’s always taking care of herself and Honey that she never knew what it feels like to have someone take care of her. Laura and mom let Mavis do her thing and treat her like a functioning adult, they truly believe that she’s getting better.
In what way?
Mavis doesn’t have an answer to that.
She’s always being seized in opposite directions; she has her life planned out for next year and the years after that, but her emotional state traps her in an endless loop of muddiness and fear of the unknown.
A positive and a negative neutralizing each other, rendering her in the same spot. Moving on with her life yet she still can’t let go of the past, keeping her in a constant suspended phase.
What if she can’t ever move on?
One day Vlad would see that a girl like her can’t possibly love anyone and tells her that they don’t work anymore, never worked in the first place when she doesn’t put in the effort to try to love him.
She shakes her head, “Stop it, Mav. Don’t think like that.”
The kitchen door swings open with Vlad holding two plates of food, his bare chest is fighting for her attention when her stomach rumbles.
Be cool, she clears her throat.
“This has got to be the longest snowstorm in history.”
He sets her plate of pancakes, waffles, and sausages down in front of her.
“You haven’t seen anything yet.”
Mavis widens her eyes. Snow piled on obnoxiously high on the floor and it must take several people to shovel all of them away from the doorway. Miami never has the slightest inclination that it’ll be cold enough to grab a winter coat.
She’s different. She thinks anything below sixty degrees is a sign for her to turn her bedroom into a sauna. Mavis can deal with the heat, but her body has a weak immune system, so she gets sick easily.
It surprises her that she’s able to walk through a storm, faceplant into the snow, and sitting in an oversized shirt without a sniffle.
Then again, Vlad had been keeping her warm through different methods.
“Is it safe? I don’t think there should be this much snow.” Mavis ponders, eyeing the falling snow through the windows.
“We had thirty feet of snow before.”
She gulps in amazement, “That much?”
Mavis blinks and shifts her head over his body and gauge the height of the snow and it’s hard to tell, but it looks like a mountain of fluff.
“Should we shovel? We’ll be buried in!”
He pushes her down on the barstool once her butt lifts up, allowing cool air to nip her thighs and moist warm panties.
“Eat first,” he said while moving behind the bar for two water glasses.
“Your strongest coffee, please. With five shots of espresso.”
Mavis requests with a hopeful smile. A cup of morning coffee is a must for her as she can never function at work without caffeine.
“Water.” he counters back, there’s no room for her to argue with the resolute gaze he shoots her.
“Water tastes weird!” she sulks, eyeing the transparent glass with dismay.
Vlad fills the glass with clear water, “You need to rehydrate.”
“No.” she squirms in her seat, there’s a possibility their combined juices are sticking to the stool.
“No?”
Mavis shrinks in her chair, shoulders tensing up to her ears as she stares up at him regretfully.
He slams the glass loudly on the bar counter as he gives her a disappointed look, he stalks out from behind the bar and stomps up to her with a frown. Mavis’ heart races as she anxiously rubs her fingers on her thighs.
His big hand sneaks behind her neck and makes her look up at him with wide blue eyes. He slants his mouth across hers, curling his tongue heatedly with hers as she mewls.
Trapped in his sturdy hand, she can only take his demanding kiss with eagerness.
He’s so strong, it’s making her pussy tingly with want.
Vlad licks his lips, her eyes trailing the movement.
“We’re going to try that again and this time, you’ll behave.”
She nods dazedly, hands looping around his waist while tilting her head up.
“One more.” Mavis feels her body heating up despite the cool air around them.
Vlad glances at the glass of water, “Then you’ll drink?”
It’s a compromise she can work with.
She hums her agreement as he presses a deep kiss on her waiting lips.
Mavis doesn’t want him to ever stop touching her, his kisses make her drunk and addicted. His touch doesn’t make her cringe, and she craves him on every part of her body.
Food is the last thing on her mind as he reluctantly separates from her to sit on his own barstool. He keeps a hand on her thigh, a thumb stroking the soft skin while he watches her take a bite of hot pancake.
Mavis knows her mom only has frozen food in the kitchen as she also rarely cooks, too busy maintaining the bar and three children.
She looks at Vlad with a mouth full of crispy waffles; the cold doesn’t bother him as there’s no trace of goosebumps on his arms or the inked chest. Dropping her eyes down to his stomach, it’s unfair how fit he is. Groves and lines outlining each hard muscle that has her empty cunt pulsing with need.
Trailing lower, his pants hang low on powerful hips with cut muscles going in the pants material.
His colossal bulge. Scorching heat fans her face as the phantom stretch of her pussy from earlier comes to mind. She’s such a naughty girl for wanting to sit on his cock all day.
“Eyes.” Vlad clears his throat, a dark smirk plastering on his handsome face.
Her eyes fly up to his with a mortified squeak.
Heart pounding quickly in her chest as his hand kneads her fleshy thigh.
“You can have me after you finish.”
She stammers, steam evaporating from her ears. “I can’t eat it all.”
“We’ll work on your appetite later but eat as much as you can.”
Vlad’s understanding, Mavis has never had someone be so patient with her for not finishing her food. He doesn’t back down from his decision to have her eat but is mindful enough to not force her.
Water is a different thing. He’s not budging on that.
He picks up his fork and digs it in the sausage and bites into it. She resumes to her own food and switch between soft pancakes and crunchy waffles, the warm maple syrup gives them a nice sweetness.
This sweetener has a flo
ral aftertaste to it and she can’t put her finger on what it is. It’s probably a custom-made syrup or it’s a brand she’s never tried.
The piece of waffle stops just before her lips and she freezes. Uncoordinated thoughts want to take place as the first memory to surface, Vlad’s hand gives her thigh a squeeze in question.
Flowers, fundraiser, and drunk politician.
A noise gargles in her throat.
“What is it?” his velvety voice asks.
She whimpers, “I knew I saw him from somewhere.”
Vlad takes the fork from her hand, setting it down on her plate and turns her body to him. Mavis groans and whines at her luck as the confused man watches her ramble to herself.
“Maybe he doesn’t remember seeing us. Or, he remembers and stops his funding?”
He swipes the black strands that fell in front of her eyes from her frantic hand gestures.
“One thing at a time,” he said, taking her hands and holding them to her lap.
Vlad is met with surprised eyes.
“I don’t think he’s human.”
At that moment, Vlad wants to never let go of her. Big frenzied eyes darting around, eyebrows pinched adorably, and lips twist in humorous horror.
She’s odd, but his heart wants her.
“You’re losing me here, little girl.” it lures her out of hectic thoughts like a charm.
She meekly smiles, “Sorry, daddy.”
“Tell me what’s got you worked up.”
Mavis gathers her thoughts and lines them up in the order she can tell him without being confusing or other words want to jump out to change the course of the recollection.
She wiggles her butt on the stool, finding a more comfortable place.
“Well, there was this fundraiser. I had to go, Jenny didn’t give me a choice. She’s bossy and is my boss.”
Her bottom lip juts out in discontent. “Nothing happens for a while, just some biddings here and there.”
Mavis adores her boss, she’s like Laura. Beautiful and responsibly mature.
“Jenny’s been trying to sell me out for more business deals, she really thinks men look at me like a juicy steak.” she scoffs, bewilderment blending in with her laughter.
“She’s the steak. I’m more of the dry salad that comes with it.”
