Hold On

by Dani Wyatt

  “Fuck, no. It doesn’t hurt. I’ve never felt anything like you before. It’s so perfect, it’s like my body doesn’t even know how to deal with it. But believe me, it will figure it out. Keep going. Trust me, if you do something wrong, I’ll correct you. If there’s something I want from you, I’ll instruct you. If you do something right, I will reward you. Now, suck my cock like it’s your last day on earth. Show me how you feel with your mouth...”

  I feel the textured skin on his balls tighten and move in my hand as he drives his cock back between my lips, his hands on the sides of my head as I suck and flick my tongue along the hard length, listening to the strained noises he makes with each movement of my mouth.

  “Jesus...your mouth was born for my cock.” His legs take a wider stance like he’s afraid he will lose his balance, and I reach around, gripping the backs of his thighs, afraid I might topple over as the force of his thrusts grows wild.

  His movements are frenzied, hands now in my hair, gathering it into a single mass at the top of my head where he controls me. It hurts as he tightens and pulls, but it is so erotic my body trembles and heat gathers down low, threatening to send me into my own orgasm.

  He lodges inches of his cock in my airway, cutting off my oxygen for seconds at a time, and as he fucks my mouth, I struggle to gasp air between thrusts.

  I’m dizzy as the feeling comes over me that I am no more than a piece of meat for him in this moment. A treasured, cherished piece of meat, but his fuck toy nonetheless.

  And I love it. I love making him crazed like this. I only hope it’s the first of thousands of times he will put me here. On my knees.

  Where I belong.

  I wonder for a moment if there’s a malfunction in my brain that’s making me feel this way. I never dreamed I could go from the never-been-kissed girl to the on-her-knees-drooling girl in less than a day.

  But I have.

  “Swallow. Now.”

  His harsh words hit me at the same time the head of his cock swells and the first hot cream floods my throat, coating my tongue and branding me with his flavor, a flavor I’ll remember for the rest of my life.

  I hear the choked grunts of my name interlaced with profanity as he seats himself down my throat, and I swallow and gasp around the thickness that fills me. By the time he’s unloaded all of his release, I’m shaking. When he pulls his cock from my mouth, I collapse onto the cool stone of the patio, my cheek resting on the top of his foot, and as if by instinct, I turn my head and kiss him there.

  “God.” His voice is breathless. “I’ve waited my whole life for you. I don’t know how I’ll ever be away from you.”

  To my surprise, I raise my head, stars in my eyes as I kiss the top of his other foot, then look up to see his cock hasn’t lost any of its thickness, droplets of white cream at the tip.

  “Please,” I beg, my own sex pulsing and needy. “I want all of you.”

  “That’s good. Because I need all of you.”

  He crouches down and pulls me upward, and I crawl onto the chaise lounge, pushing my head down into the soft mattress as I raise my hips to the sky, offering him all of me.

  The feelings I’ve had since Marshall opened the door and I looked into his eyes yesterday have multiplied into a hurricane of dreams and desire. There is so much I want from him. With him. I dare to hope this is more than just some crazed lust of an older man and an innocent conquest.

  I’ve never wanted anything like this in my life. I’m blind to everything else except the need to have him take me. I want to feel him inside me, like this, on all fours, and I don’t care about the pain that may come during.

  Or after.

  “Show me. Reach around and pull yourself apart. I want to see everything that belongs to me.”

  I turn my head on the mattress and see Marshall standing at the edge of the chaise, looking down at my upturned ass. Shifting my hips, I open my knees a few inches more, wanting to beg him to relieve the ache he’s created inside of me.

  My momentary pause is met with a hard, sharp smack on the left side of my ass, making me yelp.

  “Are you listening? I don’t like to repeat myself.” I watch as his other hand begins to stroke his erection, his eyes focused on my face, brow furrowed as his chest fills and rises. Then he releases and inhales again.

  I bring my hands around, unsure and yet confident at the same time. It’s so dirty, what I’m doing, who I’ve become, but I’ve never felt more alive and right than I do at this moment.

  “Pretty pussy.” He steps forward, and I feel the weight of him on the mattress as he crawls onto his knees behind me, running the tip of his cock through my drenched sex then upward to the opening of my ass, making me draw a breath and hold it. “Pretty ass. All these holes are mine. It will be my choice, every day, how and when I use them. Sometimes it will be all three, sometimes one. Mouth. Pussy. Ass. I imagine they will all drive me crazy, but I can’t think of a better way to lose my mind.”

  “God, please,” I pray to this man that is quickly becoming the God he told me to worship.

  “I like when you say please.”

  The tip of his cock brushes my entrance, and I’m trembling. My core is tight as I prepare myself for what’s to come. He lines up with my wet hole as it continues to gush, hopefully easing the way for that monster he’s packing.

  There’s pressure from the tip as he pushes forward, but my virgin opening is not making things easy. He pushes harder, harder, his hands on my hips as I pull myself wide, hoping it will help.

  We’re both groaning as he takes a final push and even without the head fully inside, it hurts. He’s so big and I’m so small that for a moment I wonder if this is even going to work.

  In desperation, I beg again, hitching my hips up and back. “Please...just do it.”

  Finally, the head of his cock pops inside of me, searing pain exploding in my belly as he tears my resistance in one quick thrust.

  “Holy shit, your cherry is gone. It’s mine. Now breathe, my little one.” He says the words with a rumbling restraint in his voice. “Such a good girl. Keeping this cunt pure for me. I’m going to take good care of it. And you.”

  I’m writhing and frozen in the moment, the tip of him just inside me as my body struggles to adjust to this small bit of what is to come, but I want more. So much more. I shift my hips back as his hands come to grip them, holding me steady.

  “No.” His voice is hard. “I’m taking you. Be still. Trust I know what’s best for you. For us. Even now.”

  My body screams for more while the pulse of pain expands inside of me. My heart is whipping into a frenzy in my chest as my lust makes my skin ripple and my toes curl.

  “That’s better.” His voice is low and deep as he begins to move, his thickness filling me, inch by inch, until I open my mouth to scream in pain and pleasure, but no sound comes.

  His voice is a series of curse words, accented by the sweetest compliments, and as much as my own pleasure is a blossoming flower inside of me, it’s his pleasure that I crave. I want to feel his cum pulsing into me. Dripping from me. Soaking my panties for the day and knowing this man has given all to me, knowing that inside me part of him is growing into something that belongs to us, together.

  Soon, it’s the slap slap slap of my ass against his body. I feel his balls swing forward and tease my clit with every thrust as he pulls my hips back over and over, my moans echoing out into the breeze.

  All I wish for is to ease his hunger. To be the source of his lustful relief. His length fills me, so thick and hard that the pain mixes with the thrill of taking all of him. It makes me whimper and raise my ass, tipping my hips to feel the different sensations as I listen to his grunts of satisfaction.

  “Such a good little slut for me. Play with your clit,” he orders, and through the fog I obey, bringing my hand down between my legs and rubbing the hard nub. His voice cuts through my lust, saying the most filthy, wonderful things. “My slut. My angel. My woman. You are mine now
. Completely and forever. Do you hear that?” His voice hits me and I topple into an orgasm from which I’m not sure I will ever recover.

  My own high-pitched moans mingle with his ragged, grunted breaths. I’m blind to everything else around me but the thickening cock that is stretching me until I cannot bear it another moment. I never thought of the word ‘service’ before when it came to sex, but in this instant, it’s clearer than anything else in my world.

  I want to serve him. In any and every way that brings him pleasure. To know I’m the only one in this world that can give him this.

  His fingernails rake up my back, and he gathers my hair once again in his hand, the other on my shoulder, holding my body still as he drives so deep I feel him in my belly. As he tugs on my hair, my back arches, my neck cracking as my head is pulled back.

  “Beg for it. Beg for me to cum inside you. Beg for the honor of taking what you know you need.”

  “Yes,” I manage, choking out the word as another orgasm is quickly building inside my core. “I want your cum. I want it inside me. Please, I’m begging...please.”

  My entire body is trembling as Marshall’s cock thickens impossibly inside me.

  “Your needy little cunt is sucking me off. Milking me. I’ve got what you need, little girl. Your tight little pussy will never be the same after this. That cherry is mine for all time. All of you belongs to me now. All. Of. You. Fuck, yes, I’m cumming. Jesus...what you do to me...”

  I’m sobbing into the cushions, the pain and ecstasy too much for me to process as his hips ram into me once, twice, three more times then his pained roar fills the sky.

  He comes so hard I feel each hot spurt, then almost immediately, his release begins to drip out and down my inner thighs.

  I find my peak once again, screaming with him until my voice is raw and no more sound comes.

  Marshall’s hands move to my hips, fingertips digging in as he pulls me back against him as tightly as two bodies can be, his cock jerking and draining inside of me.

  “Fuck, Emmy. My beautiful little fuck doll.”

  Marshall’s words are breathless as he holds himself deep, the fluids we released soaking me and the chaise below.

  I have no voice left when he finally withdraws, another gush of wetness flowing out of me as he pulls me off my knees, flipping me over so he can lie next to me, my back to his heaving chest. Then he sinks his teeth into the nape of my neck, making me arch into him with a silent moan.

  I’m a puddle next to him as he bites and kisses me until he’s had his fill and settles his lips on my ear.

  “You understand you are mine and what that means, yes?”

  I nod and curl into a ball as he pulls me tighter, one hand stroking my hair like a cherished pet.

  Breathing deep, I inhale the scent of him and our sex, and it’s something I want to remember forever.

  When I shiver, Marshall runs a hand from my hip down, then back up. “You’re cold.”

  He reaches to the top of the chaise and pulls a soft blanket down and over me as I roll over and press my face into his chest, listening to the pounding of his heart. I’ve never been so energized and so exhausted in my life as he hugs me to him, his lips on the part of my hair.

  “So,” he starts, and I tilt my head back to see a slight smile curve his lips. “How do you like your new job?”

  I smile back. “Well, I think the boss likes me, so that’s a plus.”

  His smile fades, his eyes turning serious.

  “The boss doesn’t like you.” He takes a deep breath and holds it, and I’m confused for a moment until he finishes at a whisper. “The boss loves you.”

  My heart skips in my chest.

  “I’m pretty sure I love him, too,” I whisper back, the warmth of his body against my cheek as the truth of my words hits me in the core of my soul.

  “Well, then it’s my job to make sure. Whatever it takes, Emmy, I’m going to make you love me.”

  Ten

  Marshall

  THE SHOCK AND AWE SHAKE me to my marrow as I lie watching Emmy sleep in my bed.

  It’s nearly impossible for me to believe what’s happened in the course of fewer than forty-eight hours with this angel. The mere fact that she’s let me touch her at all, let alone fuck her and say the most depraved things to her while shoving my cock down her throat, does nothing to diminish her in my eyes. If anything, it elevates her.

  She’s one in a billion, and I pity anyone who tries to tear us apart.

  I’m going to build a kingdom just for us. She will sit at my side and serve her king, and in turn, I will give her everything her heart needs and desires.

  When she kissed my feet after I blew my load in her mouth, I knew there was no turning back. You don’t find this. It’s beyond rare, and just thinking about her mouth and the way her tight, juicy, virgin pussy took me like she was created just for my dick...it sealed her fate.

  The beast inside of me is fully awake, and I’ve never felt better. No deal, no amount of money or success, will ever compare to the thrill I feel lying next to her and simply watching her breathe.

  My head spins with everything I want to do.

  But, first things first, that fucker...Carver Daniels from the agency...he is going to get what’s coming to him. The little beatdown in the office this morning was nothing.

  Slipping from the bed, I pull on my jeans, the floor creaking softly under my feet as I step to the wall by the bedroom door and open the small panel with the controls for the lights, electronics, and window blinds. I push the button that darkens the room, closing the blinds on all the windows so Emmy can sleep a bit longer.

  I fucked her six ways to Sunday for a good four hours, then took her to the bath and tried to soothe her sore pussy, washing her hair and soaping her body, making sure she knew the level of care she's going to receive from me from this day forward.

  After that, I carried her to the bed, brought her some tea and cookies from the kitchen, and asked her question after question about her life.

  Her likes. Her dislikes. Her dreams. Her fears.

  She talked about her grandparents and the tragedy that brought them to be the ones to raise her. I asked about the job, what she dreamed for her future, her friends, how she did in school. As I figured, she was a straight-A student.

  I know I’m a filthy old man, but I can’t help it. Emmy is barely legal, and I’m fifteen years her senior, but I’ve never felt this way before, and I’m not about to second guess what I know to be true.

  She’s my one, and I’m hers. I’m sure of it.

  I wanted to learn everything about her in the space of one day, but I know that’s not possible. When her eyes started to droop, I laid her back on the pillows, suckled on her incredible tits, then ate her sweet cunt to a deep orgasm before cuddling her in my arms until her breathing slowed and she was dead asleep, where she’s been ever since.

  Leaving her there, I make my way down the hall to my office and turn on my computer. I know how to do my due diligence; I know how to gather the information that most people can’t access. Connor is my right-hand man, but he’s more of a day-to-day businessman.

  Me? I get the dirt, I get the projections for the future, I make the deals that bring us on board with startups that are going to make it. It’s a risk, and sometimes it doesn’t work out, but more often than not I’m right, and it’s all down to being properly informed.

  It doesn’t take me long before I have pulled all the details I need and I’m on the phone with my partner. The company she works for is no joke. They are expanding nationwide and currently have sixty-eight locations throughout the Midwest and Southern states.

  But they want to be bigger, and they need capital to do that. I’m going to give it to them, in exchange for what I need.

  “Buy all you can. Take it out of my personal account if you’re not sure, but I want us to own them by tomorrow. I want a seat on the board of directors.” Just thinking about that fucker having his lips on Emmy
sends me into a rage, and I slam my fists on my desk, sending a violent pain up my arms.

  “You okay?” Connor knows something is up. We’ve been friends longer than we’ve been business partners, and we know each other’s history. “You moved on this fast, never on our radar before today. Are you sure they’re going to be worth it?”

  “Just trust me and get the shares bought. This isn’t a venture, it’s an investment, so I understand if you’re not on board. I’ll reimburse the fund if necessary, but tracking down shareholders and buying them out is your area of expertise, man.”

  “I’m on it, brother, you know that. Don’t sweat it. But hey, I spoke to your mom this morning. We had some dividend checks for her, and I wanted to know if she wanted me to deposit them in her share account or her regular account. She told me you were acting a little off the other night. She was worried. And after what happened when we met with Newral AI, I just need to know if there’s something serious going on.”

  Mom, Jesus.

  “I’m fine. Just had some business at home come up.”

  “Okay. You just seem tense.”

  I haven’t always been the calm, corporate deal maker I am now. My life started out in homeless shelters and safehouses with my mom as she tried her best to navigate an abusive relationship with my father. He wasn’t always like that, apparently. He started drinking, then taking drugs, and it became so my mom hardly recognized him. She’s been worried about me going the same way ever since.

  By the time I was ten, I’d taken the punches meant for her more times than I can count and learned that fighting fair is bullshit. I learned to fight to win, at all costs, because when you are a six-foot-five, three-hundred-pound grown man pounding on a woman and a kid, you lost the right to anything fair.

  On the evening of my eleventh birthday, when he showed up drunk and looking for a fight, I gave it to him. Only this time, when he spun around and grabbed my mom by the hair, I snapped. I grabbed the closest, sharpest thing I could, which happened to be the knife she'd cut my birthday cake with, and put it in his chest.