Hold On

“I want it,” she barely whispers, her voice thick with need.

Her hands go to the buttons on her dress and work them open, exposing her bare breasts to me. I don’t waste a moment, leaning forward to kiss her chest, then drawing a nipple into my mouth as I aim my dick at her opening and cling to her hips, driving myself all the way in, feeling her walls clampdown.

I see her wince and know she’s still sore and adjusting to me, so I give her a minute, content for a moment with sucking at her tit as I wait to feel the tension in her body soften.

“I’m going to be pregnant for sure if we keep this up. Are you sure—”

The doubt in her voice raises anger inside me, so I cut her off, releasing her nipple and thrusting upward, moving her body on my cock in hard, long strokes.

“I’m as sure as anything ever in my life. Just let me do the work. You just hold on, princess; my cum will find its home and you’ll be mine forever. You get that, don’t you? You’re going to be mine. Forever.”

We rock together on the bench as she calls my name, and I catch the scent of her pussy like ripe cherries and innocence on the warm summer air.

It takes all my strength to not go off immediately, but I want to feel her cum on my cock. I want her body to suck the baby juice out of me. Her hips begin to take flight, and soon my cock is sliding easily in and out of her wet heaven, drawing my balls tight and sending cum dripping out of me until I can’t stand it a moment longer.

I suck my thumb into my mouth wetting it, then bring it down between our bodies, finding her hard little button and swirling around and around as her inner walls begin to pulse and tighten.

“Pinch your nipples. Play with your tits.”

She does as I ask, her face a portrait of lust as I work her clit, her eyes closed and her body stiff.

“That’s it, precious. Let it go. Give me what I want. Give me all of you. I’ll take care of you here and forever. Let it go…”

I thrust deep and work her nub until she twists and cries out, her sounds of pleasure echoing in the treetops.

Her knees clamp on my hips as I let myself go. Pulses of my seed coat her insides, finding their way home.

“Good girl. It’s all yours, Emmy. Every drop is for you.”

Twelve

Emmy

“YOU DID WHAT?” I ASK, looking at Marshall’s naked body, still dripping from our shower together.

I look at his tight ass. The tattoos that cover his arm and chest. The way his cock is still hard, even after he fucked me bent over in the shower after eating my pussy until my legs shook and I didn’t even know my own name anymore.

“It’s done. Ruff & Purr is now under the umbrella of Stellar Acquisitions, and Carver Daniels is a mere bad memory.”

I stare down at my hands curling in the sheets as I sit cross-legged on the bed, my hair still damp and the cool air-conditioned room making goosebumps rise on my bare skin.

“You bought the company, then fired Carver?” The mention of his name makes it feel like bugs are crawling over my skin.

I haven’t told Marshall because I’m sure it’s coincidence, but I saw Carver yesterday while I was in town getting groceries to make us dinner and grabbing a few things from the house.

He was across the parking lot at the store. I don’t think he knows I saw him, and I sure didn’t make any movement in his direction. Still, just the sight of him turned me cold, and I got into the new four-door emerald green Jeep Marshall bought for me a couple days ago and sped back home as quickly as I could.

That’s not all, either. I’ve been getting texts from an unknown number saying bizarre and gross things. Can’t be sure it’s him, but it still sets me on edge.

“Yes.” He puts on a pair of boxers and a white T-shirt, then walks into the closet and starts to dress in a dark gray suit and white dress shirt. When he’s done, he steps out to the mirror on the wall and puts on an emerald green tie, working the knot and making it perfect before he turns to me. “He’s lucky I only fired him. I wanted to kill him.”

I’ve been staying at Marshall’s place a full week now, and I haven’t felt so good in years. He takes care of me in so many ways, including cooking like a master chef.

After years of caring for my grandparents, it was hard at first to let him, but I soon realized he is more stubborn than me, and truth is, it is so nice to have someone dote on me.