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FIVE

Jack

I nearly drive us into the ditch as I take the turn back down the street toward the house. The way she keeps crossing and uncrossing her legs in the passenger seat, wiggling and pressing her hands up and down her milky thighs, has me ready to drive off the goddamn road.

I’m losing control. The way she touched me earlier, it snapped the thin thread that was keeping the beast in me from taking what I know is rightfully mine.

Add to that, every time she says anything her voice is so sweet. I swear I hear angels singing while the scent of her sugary sweet cherry lip gloss has so much cum seeping out of my dick, my boxers are going to be cemented to the tip by the time I get her home.

There’s so much she doesn’t know. So much that will probably scare the shit out of her. The fantasies, the needs…I’m not like other men. At least not most. I know there are others like me, not personally but I’ve not lived with my head in the sand. I’ve known my proclivities did not bend toward the vanilla world but I’ve never met anyone that made it feel real.

Until Layla.

I can’t count the times I dreamed of what we could be. The times I sat watching her play Twister with Arianna, wanting only to be tangled up with her on that slick plastic sheet, fucking her from one colored spot to the other.

Orange is for eating your pussy.

Red is for turning you over my knee.

Blue is for you licking my balls.

Yellow is for me fucking you into forever.

Green is for you taking my cock so deep down your throat, you depend on me for your very breath.

“Jack?” I hear Layla’s voice, it sounds far away as I lose myself in the fantasy. ”Jack.”

“What?” I cough out, my balls heavy with the hot seed I want to deliver straight into her innocent womb.

“We’re here, is something wrong?”

I look up. We’re parked in the driveway of the house. I don’t remember anything after swerving to miss the ditch.

“No. Everything is right.” I can’t help myself. I reach over and brush a long string of her hair from her cheek, tucking it behind her perfect ear, noticing the little ninja Hello Kitty earrings she’s wearing. “Stay there,” I grunt, exiting the vehicle and coming around to her side opening her door.

I look down at her masterpiece of a face. No artist in the history of the world could capture her flawless beauty. Today only solidified what I already knew. I will be the one to protect her. To keep her safe. But also give her the wings to fly and find her true happiness. I will be there, standing next to her, behind her and shielding her from in front. Whatever she needs, I’ll be the one to give it to her.

I just hope she’s ready for it all.

Once we’re inside, my blood feels like heated magma. My skin prickles with electricity as I close the door and watch her skim a hand across the edge of the entry table filled with pictures. Some are of me with my first boat, just out of prison, eyes looking dead.

There’s another, me and Carter on the same boat, both of us looking more alive, unaware of the curve balls life was about to throw our way.

Layla stops, reaching down and picking up a silver frame, her face blossoming into pure joy.

“I love this. I remember this day.”

“I do too.” I step behind her, the flood of memories coming back as I look down at the photo of Layla, Carter, Arianna and me, all sitting in a booth at Virgin Street Diner. It was the first day the girls met and a day that changed me forever.

What she doesn’t know, is all the pictures I have of her that are not on display. My phone is filled with them. Moments when she wasn’t looking captured for my private viewing pleasure. There’s videos too, and my dirty secrets don’t just end with electronic images.

I’ve stolen her underwear, hair from her hairbrush, a t-shirt she wore one day when Carter and I took the girls to the amusement park and Layla spilled Cherry Coke down the front of her.

I told her I’d wash the t-shirt and give it back, but she never asked and I never washed it. I’ve held it to my face, jerking off more times than I can count. I’ve done the same with her panties, only pulling them from my nose when I shoot off, filling the fabric with my cum until they’ve become stiff and hardened with my dried jizz. If she only knew I slept with them under my pillow sometimes, hoping beyond some crazy hope that maybe there’s some other version of the tooth fairy that would replace them with her if I only believed enough.

Today is that day. I’ve believed and she’s here, wearing that barely-there bikini top and shorts that would give a dead man a woody.

I catch the scent of the dirty harbor water on me even though I grabbed a clean shirt from my office before we left. But, having her here, mania gathers in my gut and before I know it my hand is on the back of her neck, her hair under my fingers as I give her the slightest squeeze.

Her head spins and I’m caught in the surprise and lust I see in her shimmering silver-gray eyes. She’s so fucking perfect, I think again my knees are going to give out like some Victorian virgin in a Harlequin novel when the Prince finally comes calling…

The tightness in my chest returns as she smiles, the hint of her white teeth nipping her bottom lip as her dark lashes flutter. Thoughts of how I want to claim her, ruin her, make her filthy with me, own her in ways that are probably illegal make my temples pound as my balls twitch ready to heave.

I run my hand down my face as she turns to look at me with those angel eyes, and thoughts of eating her pussy until she creams on my face about a thousand times make my mouth water as I drop my head back, hearing the vertebrae in my neck cracking from the tension.

“Are you okay?”

No, I’m fucking not. I’m a glutton for punishment. Letting you stay here without Carter or Arianna, what was I thinking? I can’t have you. I shouldn’t want you.

But, fuck, I can’t not have you either.

“Yes,” I answer, hissing the lie through my teeth. “I need to get out of these pants.”

My hand is still on her neck, like I’m some sort of fucking madman, but her eyes are full of wonder, innocence. It’s like my hand is welded to her, I can’t find the will to pull it away.

“I’m not sure how much you saw at the dock…” Her pink lips move as I count her eyelashes, wanting to memorize every one. “But, can we not tell Carter? About it all.”

“I heard him asking for you to show him something…then I saw you punch him. Landed the perfect throat chop.”

Made me want you even more. Made my dick turn into a goddamn heat-seeking missile locked on your sweet pussy.

I want her to know I’m proud as fuck that she can defend herself, but I also want her to know that from now on, that’s my job. I exist as her guard against all things hurtful to her. Emotionally, physically, mentally. I will always be there. Out in front or watching from the shadows when she needs to spread her wings.

But I will always be there, whether she knows it or not.

“There something more to it?” I ask and with a deep breath, she explains her online alter ego and I’m proud and protective at the same time.

“Yeah. The whole TikTok, Insta, Tutu thing…” She crinkles her nose. “It’s like part of me that’s been pushed down so long. First my mom was so controlling, with pushing me to dance and be this perfect version of the prima ballerina daughter. Then Carter, who I love and appreciate, but dang, I just traded one overlord for another.”

I’ll be your last, I want to say, but that’s not what she needs to hear right now. Conflict burns in my gut. I want to claim her with a violent fuck over the back of the sofa then curl her into my lap, kissing the side of her face and letting her know Daddy will always be here for her.

Daddy.

“I know they love me…” She starts and I see the little girl in her eyes. The one that wants to be loved but understood too. The one that needs a champion just for her. Someone to be the shield between her and the world while also being the strong hands that hold her up, push her to be her best and believe in her more than she believes in herself. She shrugs. “I guess, maybe it’s me. I never had a Daddy…” She stops short along with my heart. Her cheeks turn bright red as she stammers… “I mean, a dad. I never had a dad. Father. Whatever. You know, Daddy issues like they say.”

Her hands flutter in frustration around her neck as she sucks in a trembling breath.

“You’re right,” I grit out, turning her toward me, my hand on the back of her neck running down between her shoulder blades, feeling the bumps of her spine, swallowing hard in the knowledge of how she’s denied herself the basic right to food just to please other people. “You’ve never had a father. But, you’ve also never had a Daddy. They are very different things.”

I see the flush on her cheeks creep down her neck and bloom on her chest. She freezes. I’ve gone too far. Scared her just like I knew I fucking would.

“Fuck.” I seethe, pulling my hand back, even though the loss of contact feels like a punch in the gut.

I’m sure it’s fear I see in her eyes. The same eyes that have lit up my world since the second I met her. She’s my perfect babygirl and I’m going to lose her before we even get started.

“I—” she starts, but I don’t want her more uncomfortable than I’ve already made things, so I shake my head, feeling like a knife is jabbing in my chest as I step back.

“I need to get out of these wet jeans. They stink.”

Her hand darts out, fisting my shirt just below my sternum as she looks down. I know that if her eyes connect with my crotch, the throbbing beast of a hard-on I’ve been sporting all fucking day is not something I can hide.

“I was trying to say…” She licks her lips and I feel like my balls are filled with a metric ton of cum, waiting for her to open her womb and accept delivery. “You’re right. I never have had a Daddy. But, I’d like to. Do you know anyone that might be interested in that position?”

“You had to ask that?” The words feel like sandpaper in my throat. “Because, my little Prima, I won’t lie to you. Not about this.”

“So, what does that mean? You know someone then?” Her eyes twinkle as she teases me, turning on her tiptoes, wiggling her ass as she spins. She’s elegance and grace and youth. I’m none of those things, but right now, none of that seems to matter.

Life brought her to me, now it’s time for me to take what I know I deserve. What I know we both need.

“I am someone.” I stomp in her direction. She’s spun her way over toward the sofa, the light from the door out to the pool making a halo of light around her silhouette. “I am Daddy.”

I hear her gasp as I grip her wrists, backing her against the glass, holding them above her head.

“Now, like I said, I need to get out of these wet jeans.” I let go of her hands. “Get to work, baby. Show Daddy what a good girl you’re going to be for him.”

Her mouth opens but she doesn’t speak. Instead, she makes this little chirping sound and I see her body shudder.

“You pretending you don’t want what I want? I can feel it Layla, it’s like someone turns up the heat a hundred degrees whenever we’re within sight of each other. Am I right?”

She shakes her head but squeaks out a little, “Yes.”

I can taste her sweet breath, my mouth just inches above hers. “Do you know how many times I’ve dreamed of this? How would it feel to have your little virgin walls wrapped around my thick cock? How would it feel to fuck into you until you are rotten with me?”

That little chirping sound comes from her throat again and it’s sexy as hell knowing she’s hot but a little off balance by it all.

“How many times?” she manages, her little voice tickling my ears.

“I’ve kept a notebook, little one. I’ve written down every time I’ve come thinking of you. Written down what I was thinking, how in my fantasy I was fucking you, kissing you, eating you, binding you, spanking you…” Her eyes snap wide. “You’re going to find out, having a Daddy isn’t all stuffies and snuggles. It’s fire and fucking and filth. It’s stinging ass cheeks and serving me in ways that you may not understand. It’s so much more, too, but right now…” I step back, letting go of her wrists and ripping her t-shirt off over her head, leaving her in that wisp of a bikini top and shorts. “Get your hands busy and take off my jeans. Then, you’re going to really meet your Daddy.”

“But, what about—”

“I’ll worry about whatever needs worrying about. Your job right now is to do as you’re told. To please me. Nothing else matters for you but that.”

I see the tension in her face soften as her fluttery little hands run down my belly, gliding down the stripe of hair that points right at the button of my jeans. I let her work in silence, memorizing every sensation of her hands. First, she pops open the button, then there’s the rasp of the zipper and her sharp intake of breath.

Her eyes are on her hands, then rake up to mine, then back down.

“Take them off. The boxers too.”

Her fingernails scrape down my hips as she peels the damp fabric over my ass. “I think it’s stuck.”

She tugs and I feel my cock angled to the left, hooked in the elastic of my boxers. I reach down and pop the head free, making Layla squeal in what I hope is delight but it sounds more like abject terror.

“Holy heck,” she mutters, her eyes practically drilling holes in my dick, she’s staring at it so hard. “That’s…like a contender for Guinness Book of World Records.”

“It’s going to be all yours, baby.”

“Really? What do you mean, all mine?”

“Exactly what it sounds like.” She peels the wet fabric down my legs and I step out, happy to be free from the uncomfortable sticking-wet jeans. “Yours to worship, adore, taste, hold, please…”

Her lashes flutter as her breathing stalls. “This is surreal.”

“It’s real, I know that. It’s been real for me for a long time.” That pain is back in my chest. When I look at her, it’s like looking at the sun. Even if I close my eyes, her stunning face is still there. “I’m going to take care of you, Layla. Now, take off your shorts. I’m done dreaming. I’m going to make my dreams come true. And yours too, I hope.”

She tugs her cut-offs down and kicks them off, leaving her standing in her bikini, and I catch her scent on the warm summer air making me grit my teeth to hold onto the shred of control I have left.

She stands back up, licking her perfect pink lips, and I run the backs of my fingers down her chest, feeling the bumps of her sternum and noticing how prominent her ribs are, especially when she inhales. I make a mental note to research how to help her with her eating, but right now, it’s me that needs to eat.

And it’s not food that I’m craving.

“You wet, my Prima?”

She opens her mouth but there’s no sound coming out, so I trace my hands over her belly button, grazing them on the outside of the strip of fabric between her legs feeling the warmth and dampness on my fingers.

“Such a dirty little girl you are. Wearing that teasing little swimsuit, knowing you were driving me crazy. Making my dick leak and ache for you. Isn’t that right? You knew just what you were doing when you bought that little slutty suit, didn’t you?”

I lean down, my mouth hovering over hers as her warm puffs of breath come faster, her cheeks ripe red as I feel her body start to quiver under my touch. I trace the edge of the fabric in the cleft of her thigh, listening to her breath hitch as I slip two fingers under the elastic and part her silky slick lips, feeling the wetness gush at the contact.

“Answer the question, Layla. Do not lie. Rule one is no lies, never.”

Her eyes are searching mine, we are nose to nose and I want to claim her mouth but I need her mind with me first. I need her to know when I ask, she needs to answer.

She nods on a breathy sound of agreement as I slip my middle finger down lower, my palm spreading her pussy as another slick, warm drench of her honey slicks my hand. I crush my mouth to hers, driving my finger inside until I feel it…the thing I’d hoped beyond hope for is still there.

I slide my other arm around her waist, pulling her against me and lifting her as I spin her around, crushing her against the glass door without breaking our kiss. I drive my tongue into her mouth as her yelp of surprise is muffled by the kiss.

It’s taking everything I have not to easily throw her tiny body into the living room and fuck her, filthy and ruthless, bent over the back of the sofa.

“Who did you save this little cherry for, little girl? So fucking tight still, this little spot right here…” I flick at the thin skin of her virginity with the tip of my finger, making her fingernails dig into my forearms. “It’s going to be all mine. Did you save it for me?”

“I—” Her eyes close, her head pushing back on the glass as I reach up with my other hand, snaking my fingers into her hair, pulling it to the side as she winces, her eyes flying open.

“Answer me.”

“Yes.” She looks like she’s going to explode. Tears are glazing her eyes as my fingers dance and explore her perfect soaking pussy. “I saved it for you. I’ve never wanted anyone else. Just you. I’ve wanted you since that first day. That day in the picture. I wanted to marry you that day.”

“This little tight pussy’s been mine since that day. Unfucked and unclaimed, but that’s all going to change. Tell me this little honey pot is all mine now. Your sweet cherry is all mine.”

Thank fuck, I think to myself. I don’t know what I would have done if another man had been here before me. Hunt him down and destroy him, probably. Dismember the body, burn his cock, crush his balls between two rocks…

“Please…” she stutters, pulling me from the horror of my thoughts, her eyes losing focus. “I’m… Oh, God, that feels so good…” She drops her forehead onto my shoulder. “Please, God, don’t stop…”

“That’s not what I need to hear.” I take one hand and clench it just under her jaw, feeling her pulse and the way she swallows hard against my palm. “You want to come? Then you do as you’re told. Now, tell me who owns this cherry cunt?”

“You do,” she squeaks out, her hazy eyes wide as she gasps for a breath. “It’s all yours, Daddy.”

Hearing her call me that only sends my lust into the red. I grind my palm on her clit, rubbing in circles, back and forth, more circles, faster, harder until her body is quivering, her voice fluttering in the air with half sobs and moans as I back off just when she’s ready to topple over the edge.

“You’re a filthy little slut for me, aren’t you?”

My dick pulses and thickens as the tip grazes against the soft flesh of her hip and all her wonderful, wet, smooth pussy parts soak my fingers and palm until I’m ready to shoot off without even a touch from her hand.

She moans in some sort of agreement and I need to even things up a bit before we go any further.

“Take your top off,” I order as I bring my other hand down and tug at the little strings holding her bikini bottoms on.

A moment later they are on the floor next to her top, and having us both here, standing naked in my house, something shifts inside me. I feel complete, and I let out a shaky exhale, wondering if she could ever know how this moment is going to change everything for us.

I tighten my grip on her sweet softness, my middle finger still toying inside of her, but fuck, if she doesn’t up the ante about a thousand percent when she starts to pump and grind herself against my hand.

I kiss the side of her neck, licking my way up as my erection throbs and I feel her thighs start to tremble.

“God, Jack…”

She’s close. I feel her pulse quicken under my kiss. I want to kiss her everywhere, a hundred hours a day. I’m like a starved animal, the urge to bite down almost more than I can take as she bucks and fucks on my palm like she’s been dying for me as much as I’ve been for her.

My balls draw up like they’re turning to stone as I look down at her face, twisted in bliss. It’s almost more than I can handle, seeing her like this, knowing it’s because of me. I’m a monster and she’s the offering, here to slake my lust. She’s so small next to me and I wonder for the first time how her tiny body will ever take what I’m going to give her.

It’s a fleeting thought, because nothing is going to ruin this moment.

I draw my finger from her slick opening, finding her clit and working it with the pads of my fingers in swirling motions until she’s riding me furiously, and fuck, her noises are going to be the end of me.

“Filthy for me, aren’t you? You’ve been dreaming of this, playing with yourself at night, pretending your fingers are mine…maybe riding your pillow, thinking of how my cock will fill that tight little virgin hole of yours. How it will feel when I coat your insides with my cum. How it will be dripping out of you. Then I’ll stuff it back inside again with my dick. Creaming you over and over until you’re ripe with what’s mine…”

Her back arches, her eyes close as her body violently shakes. She likes my dirty talk. Her pussy confirms it with a flowing river of warm honey gushing into my palm as I reach down with my other hand and pinch her hard nipple between my fingers. Then I draw back and give it a couple hard slaps.

“All of you will belong to me now, Layla. Your mouth, your pussy, ass, tits…whatever I want and need from you I’m going to take from now on. I’ll make sure your sweet little cunt craves no one but me. You’ll be dreaming of me day and night, knowing what you need comes only from me.”

I grip her tit hard, her eyes now wide and locked onto mine. I listen to her draw a hard breath, then clamp my mouth to hers. She is perfection.

Her moans and whimpers into our kiss, her scent, her greed, is about to drive me to madness. My filthy talk and manhandling push her to the edge, breath burning in my lungs as her body starts to convulse and I swallow her sweet, feminine screams.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck. I’m done.

My control snaps as she’s mid-orgasm. I break our kiss, her screams filling the air as I spin her around, positioning her like my own personal sex doll.

“Hand on the glass, bend fucking over…” I grunt, my control gone as my dick aches and I need to come.

“Y—yes, Daddy…”

I reach around her hip, giving her clit no time off as her orgasm subsides. I want to work her to a second as I approach my own. I wrap my other arm around her belly, holding her steady as I spit down into the crack of her ass.

Once, twice, until it’s slick and I’m grinding my dick into her ass crack while I shove one finger up inside her tight hole, making her yelp, pushing onto her tiptoes. My cock is throbbing like a toothache and my balls are primed and ready to blow.

“You belong to me, Layla. You have since the day we met. Then today, when you walked in wearing that bikini? You knew what was going to happen, didn’t you? Making Daddy crazy. I should spank your ass until you scream for being a cock tease. Shouldn’t I?”

She nods, her head dropping between her locked arms as my balls squeeze and pulse. I pump against the cleft of her ass, her cheeks cradling my dick as she moans out my name, pushing back against me.

She’s coming again as I buck against her so hard, I’m afraid I’m going to dislocate her shoulders as she tries to stay upright. Stars dance in my eyes as I finally let myself go. Years of pent-up need bellow out of my like an injured animal. I thrust against her, over and over, as my cum shoots out up her back, dripping back down onto my cock and into the slit of her ass as my balls pump and seize up, cum sputtering out of me until I feel like I’m going to pass out.

Her breathing is labored as her body goes limp and I feel my hot release, dripping and sticky between our sweaty bodies. As my orgasm subsides, guilt and doubt creep in. Was I too rough? Did I say things that she didn’t understand? That made her uncomfortable?

“Layla…” I grit out, my voice breaking as I struggle to stay standing, my climax so deep and hard my knees are ready to buckle.

I turn her around, her eyes glazed but happy, and a slow smile spreads over her lips.

“You okay, Prima? I wasn’t too rough, too harsh…”

“It was perfect. I never knew what I wanted, but I knew I wanted it with you.”

This moment is everything I’ve dreamed about. I reach down, grab her under her sticky ass cheeks and lift her onto me, and she nuzzles her face into my neck.

“I never knew exactly what I wanted…but now I do. I want you, Daddy.”

“That’s my girl. You understand that, don’t you?” I turn and walk us down the hall toward my bedroom. “You are my girl. All mine. And very soon, I’m going to fuck you raw and you’re going to call me Daddy when I plant my seed inside that tight little cherry pie you’ve saved for my big cock.”

She shudders against my chest, but from the little whimpery sigh I hear, she’s on board with my plans and it’s a good thing, because there’s no turning back now. Not for me.

When I get to the bedroom, she’s barely awake, so I pull back the covers and settle her in. She has no idea what she means to me. What she’s going to mean to me. But I intend to show her. Every day from now on. She will understand what it means to belong to me.

“Daddy,” she whispers, her hair a sexy mess, and I take a long moment to just admire her face.

There’s a knot in my throat. Hearing her call me that while tucked into my bed, covered with my cum, is almost more than I can take.

“Yes, baby?” I manage, the words choking me as my dick is already thick and ready for more of her.

“Aren’t you going to lie down with me?”

I grind my teeth tighter. The reality of what we’ve done mixes with my revelry, but before anything else happens, I need a minute.

“I will. I’m going to hop in the shower. Daddy’s still dirty from falling in the water. You rest. When I’m done, I’ve got something special for you.”

“Okay…” Her voice is already far away and dreamy as I kiss her forehead and make my way into the bathroom.

What I’ve just done with her is going to create a whole world of chaos, and I still don’t know if, in the end, she’ll rip my heart out.

Because her loyalty may be tested yet, and I’m not sure we will survive the storm that is coming.