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Chapter

Eleven

ADON

My Rosy is so tiny, she squats over my lap with a look of terror on her flushed face. Sweat drips from my forehead and my cock throbs in anticipation of her tight cunt wrapping around it for a much-needed hug. “It’s not going to fit.”

With a palm on each of her little ass cheeks, I spread her wide to help, then press my forehead to hers. “Rosy, take a deep breath. You’ve taken me twice before, and you’ll do it again. So be a big girl and slide down on it. You can do it.”

She edges her knees out wider and slips on until the entire reddened crown is inside her soaked cunt. The comfort of her is such a relief that I let my head hang back and hit the wall. “Fuck, yes. Good girl. Take another breath, baby, and try again.”

Piper’s lips draw into her mouth as she sucks in air, her pulse visibly pounding in her neck. She seems to respond well to my praise, so I rub my thumb over her thigh and encourage her. “Good. See? You can do it. Keep going until you take it all. We’ll make it fit deep. Oh, fuck.” Her chest rises and falls as rapidly as mine, both of us panting as she slowly eases herself down until her ass hits my thighs.

She weighs nothing and feels like a doll ready for my use, especially when I grab her under each thigh and lift her off my cock, then slam her back down with a lift to my hips as she reaches the hilt.

“Oh my god, Adon!” she cries out for me.

As our skin slaps together, her breath surges from her lungs, her seductive scent from her lips hitting my mouth, making me feel so intoxicated, I almost kiss her. I refrain and narrow my eyes as I watch her expression transform with lust when I do the move again. And again. I vary up the rhythm with three long strokes, then two short ones.

On one downward push, she writhes against my hips until her clit slicks along my abs over and over. Our bodies melt together, and everywhere I touch her feels like fire. “Come for me again, little girl. Show daddy how much you need this big cock inside you.”

She doesn’t answer, only grunts and works herself into a frenzy, her bound arms digging into my shoulder muscles. My hand seeks her ass as I smack it, the skin bouncing back in a ripple against my palm. With a yelp, she leans forward, away from the pain, but this only plants her lips next to mine. Another close encounter. Murmuring against her skin, I tell her, “Filthy girl. You need a daddy’s thick dick inside you to come, don’t you? No more girls. No more boys. No one else, but Daddy Don. Do you understand me, Rosy?”

Her spring green eyes fill with tears and her plush lower lip quivers, a vulnerability there that I haven’t seen before. She releases a shaky exhale while gyrating all over me and the urge to comfort whatever is happening inside her makes my arms wrap around her so tightly that she comes with a scream muffled into the crook of my neck. The heat from her violent outburst makes me long to take away any hurt she has.

“Fuck, Rosy. That’s a good girl.” My hand weaves through her hair as I hold her firm to my chest and thrust inside her while she slumps against me, sobs wracking through her throat. Her body shivers repeatedly as I climb toward my pleasure. I allow my lips to find her earlobe and suck there, whispering every good thing I can think of. “So beautiful. You’re so fucking beautiful. I’m so proud of you for coming on my dick. Are you good? You a good girl?”

She sniffs and nods, her face still buried in my neck.

“Baby, you want daddy’s cum?”

A mumbled sound like an affirmation vibrates my moistened skin, sending sparks down my spine. I’m so fucking close. She pulls back enough to press her lips over my ear and whispers, “Adon, I’m not on birth control.”

That’s it. My eyes roll into the back of my head at her words, and I release everything inside her. In that moment, I envision her round with my child, in my house, with her hairy cat, and all these stupid plants, while I rub her belly and suck on her engorged tits. “Oh, goddamn it! Fuck!”

My cock throbs, releasing so much cum it bursts from our connection, creating a puddle all over my lap. But as soon as my high wears off, fear overtakes me. I barely know this girl.

I move out from under her as she flops over onto her back, her eyes boring into my face. I can’t even look at her. My jaw works overtime as I gnaw on my inner cheeks.

“Are you mad ?”

Once I release her wrists, I kneel on the mattress, which gives its final groan and snaps under our weight. We slide down to the end, and I catch her in my arms, then drop her body on a nearby armchair.

“Adon. Are you upset? ” she asks accusingly. Like she had nothing to do with any of this.

I find my jeans and boxer briefs, then pull them on. Reaching for a blanket, she covers herself, probably feeling more exposed now that I can’t even form a sentence. This is a delicate matter; I have to pick my words carefully. “Piper, that’s something you should have told me before.”

“You never fucking asked .”

Snapping my fingers, everything flies from my mouth with angry spit. “You went to a fucking sex club without any birth control.”

“I always use condoms…” Her expression turns suddenly shy, one of the few times I’ve seen her timid. This woman tries everything to pretend she’s a force of power, but she’s so naive, it makes me worry for her. When she mumbles, I almost don’t hear her. “And I haven’t been with a man in years.”

Giving her my back, I rub the sides of my head and try to think. “Do you need the after pill? Whatever it’s called. That after thing pill?”

“Plan B? I mean, I can take it, but I won’t. I’m not ovulating. Don’t worry, you won’t have to pay child support right now.”

That makes rage rise within me until I lunge at her. She scrambles back in her chair, and I press my face close to hers so she doesn’t misunderstand. “There’s no fucking way I would not take care of my kids. So if you end up pregnant, so be it. But don’t think for one second, I wouldn’t raise them, too.”

I slap a hand over my face and rub it as I take a step back, giving us some space. “I-I’ll be sure to use a condom.” Part of me wonders if I never questioned it because I want more children. With Piper? That’s a horrendous possibility.

She stands up and shoves me out of her way, but her little arms can barely do any damage. Heading toward the bathroom, she points to her front door. “Thanks for the ride. You can see yourself out.”

I open my mouth, but she slams the door shut behind her, and I gape at the wood wall she just between us. “Are you serious ?”

With a heaving sigh, I think about fixing her bed before I go and demanding that I stay over. But after her tantrum, I’m not sure this is a good idea. Any of it.

What the fuck am I doing? I’m a thirty-six-year-old man trying to impregnate a twenty-one-year-old with pink hair and an attitude problem. And a cat that won’t fucking stop rubbing on my legs.

Scooting around the little guy, I grab my shirt and head out the door, letting it slam just as loud as the spitfire behind it did.

By the time I’m home and taking a hot shower, I’ve calmed to the point that I can think more rationally. If Piper’s pregnant, I’ll be absolutely fine with that. Maybe we could even make things more official, if she’d let me. Maybe she’d call me old and old-fashioned, but I don’t care, as long as she’d be taken care of, as well as the baby.

But the problem is, I have a feeling she wouldn’t accept my help. She pushes me away so fast, my head spins. As soon as that innocence rears its head, allowing her to give in, she replaces it with an infuriating shield of daggers. Do I keep trying to break those barriers down? Is she worth it?

I’m not sure.

The way she felt tonight as she cried in my arms, a release of some sort of emotion after she climaxed, was a high I want again. I don’t know if she’d let me see that side of her again, though. Regardless, I can’t stop thinking about her.

And even on Monday, she’s all that consumes my thoughts. I wonder if her bed is still broken, even going so far as to look up options to send her a new sofa bed to replace the one I broke. Is that too far? Am I a gross, old sugar daddy now?

I click on the “Add to Cart” button and do it anyway. I’d rather be weird than have her sleeping on a broken bed. Flipping the phone over and over in my hand, I think about texting or calling to make sure she’s okay. To see if she did go get those pills. Perhaps check and see if her walls have a crack big enough for me to slip through.

Scanning the monitor, I add a cat toy and purchase the order, shipping it straight to her place. If she gets mad, she can reject them. Like she’s rejected me.

She knows how I feel, that I asked her to be open for me and only me. I’ve been the one hunting her down in an alley, the library, on Halloween… I think I’m done reaching out for her to pull away.

If she wants me, she’ll have to come find me.