Hold On

“I very nearly wasn’t anything. Nearly got myself shot unchaining him when the owners came out to act like they gave a damn. Came at me as I carried Buddha to the car.” I shrug. “I told them they were lucky I wasn’t calling the cops and to do what they needed but I wasn’t leaving him there. Took him straight to a vet, got instructions on how to take care of him and get him back to the healthy, happy lump you see before you today.”

Emmy smiles, pushing her shimmering red hair back behind her ears, and when I see those pink cupcake earrings, I want to run my tongue along her ear and ask her if she’s wet.

I need her to be wet.

I choke back the grunt that thought brings me as she takes one step closer, and my dick is raging hard. Running my hand along my chin, my eyes drift to her chest. It’s rising and falling with quickened breaths from their playtime, and it’s becoming close to impossible to hold back the desperate urges trying to beat their way out of me and to her.

“Well, you’ve done well with him. But he could use more exercise.” She fists her hands on her hips. “You should walk him. Outside and even maybe get him a treadmill.”

I shake my head. “I tried. I put the leash on him, and he lies down. I can’t very well drag him around.”

She twists those cherry lips and replies, “You didn’t have a problem dragging me around.”

I see her swallow, and her cheeks redden. It’s subtle, but it’s there. She’s flirting with me, unsure, but it’s all I need.

“I’d like to drag you to a lot of places.”

To my shock, she steps forward again, close enough that the cherry scent from her hair hits me like a punch in the chest, and the tops of her thighs brushing against my bent knees.

“I don’t know what’s happening here.” Her honesty hits me low in the gut, and there’s a heat between us that whatever this is, she’s feeling is too.

“I do know,” I reassure her.

There are other words I want to say, but I hold back, afraid I’m going to scare.

I love you, Emmy.

I think them instead, hoping somehow her mind will read mine and understand the feeling, not just the sound of the words so many people utter in falsehood.

Words I’ve never said to anyone besides my mother and that’s not the same fucking thing.

She could crash my world around me. The power this delicate, funny girl has over me already…I’ve never given it to anyone before.

“Well,” she starts, pressing one of her hands to her mouth, then turning it and touching it softly against my chest as she nips into her bottom lip. “Why don’t you show me?”

She swallows, our eyes connected for what feels like forever. I’m reining in the beast that wants to tear into her flesh with my teeth and my fingernails, to chain her to me forever, dripping with my cum, her body marked by me for the world to see.

Before I can move, she leans down, her lips next to my ear, and she whispers, “I want to know what it feels like to be kissed. For the first time. By you.”

Her words release me from my self-imposed cage, and I grab her, standing and lifting her into my arms, crushing my mouth to hers as I sit her on the edge of the kitchen island, leaning in, taking her. The kiss is wild, and her flavor races through me, branding me with the memory of this moment for eternity.

If her lips are pure heaven, I don’t know what I will do when I get my mouth on her cunt.

As our tongues wind and tangle together, I no longer remember any kisses before this one. She feels like my first, and in my mind, she is in all ways that matter. I’ve never loved anyone before. I want to give her my soul, and I only hope she wants to take it because I know it belongs to her already.

Her body softens and melts against mine as my embrace holds us against each other, so close, I feel her heart beating against mine. The softness of her tits molding into my hard chest has me nearly whimpering at the perfection of it all.

She moans into my mouth, the vibration of the sound moving through me like a sonic wave, and I don’t know how much longer I can control this animal she’s brought to life inside of me.

Images of her pregnant, a little boy on her hip holding his arms out to me calling me Daddy, ignite a raging possessiveness inside me that is momentarily frightening and at the same time an epiphany.

As though she feels the shift in my energy, she pulls from our kiss, soft breath coming from her lips as she looks at me with shock in her eyes.