Dirty Little Brat (Dirty Series Book 1)

Fuck. Calm down Sax. Your dick is about to bolt out your pants and your girl is not even here. To my surprise, it's less than an hour later when I hear wimp boy’s car pull up the driveway. I chance a peek out the window to make sure his grimy fingers or mouth is in no way near my baby girl. Unfortunately for him, I can tell from her demeanor and his facial expressions that something undesirable has happened. That makes him numero uno on my hit list. Yes. My actual hit list. Do I look like a fucking pussy to you? I had every intention of making myself known when she first came into her room. The only thing that stopped me is the fact that she is slightly shaken when she walks in, and that throws me for a second. I don’t like seeing her this way and am not altogether sure how she will take me being here right now in her state, so I stay hidden under her bed like a fucking creeper. Who the hell am I kidding? For this girl, I am every bit a creeper.

I had no intentions of staying under here any longer than a few minutes, then I hear her start to moan on top of the bed. My initial reaction is to jump from under here and end whoever is in the room, when I remember that I too am in here and heard no one enter since she has.

Listening to her masturbate is literally the equivalent of my mom’s favorite symphony. Her moans are like pure torture. The fact that I can also hear her wet pussy making sounds, as she moves her hands in and out of my sugar cane field has me reaching into my pants, before I can stop myself. I begin rubbing my cock up and down in a slow motion. The goal is not to cum right now. I can’t. I am not inside my Lexi where I will spill my seed. Breeding her over and over again.

Shit. My precum shoots out like fucking rocket. I almost forget I am hiding out, when I twitch and let out a moan. I still for a moment to make sure she didn’t hear me, which luckily, she doesn’t. Mostly, because her ass is loud as hell. I am going to have so much fun fucking and taming that pussy the way I want to. My plan was to let her finish and come down, until I hear her call out my name as her orgasm hits and that is it. I am done. No more waiting. No more time. Time for me to claim my pussy.

Moving from under the bed, I carefully stand with my cock sticking out. Might as well let her see what she will be sucking down her throat for the rest of her life. While her eyes are closed and she is catching her breath, I put my hands over her mouth and tell her, “You just wished on your clit for me, my Lexi. You know what they say, speak what you want into existence. Well here I am Preciosa.”

She looks at me in fear at first and my heart starts to rip. I never want her to be afraid of me. But oh, too quickly her face changes from fear to excitement and desire. The desire is what almost does me in and has me forgetting my plans.

“Don't look at me like that baby girl. As much as I want to destroy that pussy of yours, we have a plane to catch. Now, if I take my hand from your mouth are you going to scream?” She shakes her head no. Good. I would hate to have to pull out the Chloroform. “Good girl. Grab some stuff. You don’t need everything. Just anything you cannot be without. Anything else you will need, I can provide for you. You have five minutes.”

“Where are we going?” She asks with confusion and trepidation.

“Don’t worry about it. You will know when we get there. You have four minutes now.” Her eyes turn to slits and I can see her feistiness rearing its cute little head. She puts her hands on her hips and I feel something akin to elation fills my body. I love her fire.

“Listen here bucko. I know you're some big bad mafioso or something, but this is not the Sopranos and I am not Carmella. I will not jump when you say so. So, tell me where we are going, or I am not going anywhere with you.” She crosses her arms. She is so fucking cute. But unfortunately, we don't have time for this shit. So, I do the only thing I can. I pick her up and throw her over my shoulder, kicking and screaming. “Put me down you asshole. You can't do this. My dad will have your ass.” None of her screaming bothers me, but the kicking has to stop. I get her to the car, thanking God her parents were knocked out on whatever shit they poison their bodies with. They didn’t hear her cursing me as we went out their front door. Suburbanites and their false sense of security.