Darkness surrounds us as Maverick finally lowers me onto the porch of a small cabin. “This is yours?”
“Yes.”
That’s it, that’s all I get. And as soon as we step inside, I see why. It’s an exact replica of the cabin I share with Mila. Down to the placement of the ladder leading up to the tiny loft.
“Um, Maverick?”
He grunts as he reaches for a lantern, lighting it and letting the soft flicker of light fill the room with warmth.
“Why do you have the same tiny house as me?” My eyes are narrowing on his large frame, but I suspect I know what his answer will be.
“Because I built both with my bare hands. It’d be a waste of energy trying to recreate a new floor plan for each one of my hunting cabins.” He’s raising a brow as he heads over to the small wood stove, filling it with the stash of firewood to its right.
He’s acting like it’s no big deal, that he’s just admitted to being the owner of my home. The place I’ve called a safe haven for the past three years.
“Maverick.” I’m standing stock-still in the middle of the room, unwilling to move until his eyes are on me.
A beat passes, but once the fire is lit and the room is all aglow, his eyes land on mine and what I see behind them has me stumbling back. Hunger and… love?
With a growl, Maverick stands from his crouched position, his heavy steps only stopping once he’s right in front of me. “What, Baby Doll?”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
He scoffs. “Do you not remember fifteen-year-old Mel? She would never have agreed to stay if I did.”
He’s right. I was fiercely independent. Still am. Hell, I wouldn’t even agree to stay with my brother. I was on a mission to prove myself. To prove that I didn’t need my mother, let alone my father or brother.
As if reading my thoughts, Maverick smirks. “That’s what I thought.”
Without another word, he picks me up bridal style and carries me closer to the fire. He’s lowering me onto some bedding when the flannel I’d been wearing parts, the thin material giving way to my exposed breasts and making this grown man hiss.
“Goddammit, Mel.” He quickly pulls the material closed, his eyes averting toward a dark corner of the room. “Keep those things covered. Please.”
He grits that last word out and I can’t help but feel a small sense of victory. Even though he claims to not want me, the truth is there in the clenching of his jaw and the twitching of his hand. Oh, he wants me. I just need to break him. Show him it’s okay to take me.
“We don’t have any food here, but I suspect you weren’t going to be doing any eating while at the club.” He releases a huff of annoyance as he gets up and secures a latch on the door. “I meant it, Mel. I don’t want you working there anymore.”
“Maverick.” It’s my turn to be annoyed. “You can’t just tell me what to do. Especially since you go disappearing on me, only showing up when you want or need something… and what that is? Who fucking knows!”
I’m frustrated, needing to know what makes this man tick. He follows me around for three goddamn years and then gets to come and go as he pleases? Well, no more. I will not be on bated breath waiting for glimpses of my crush.
“What do I need?” He chuckles sardonically before he repeats it once more, his lips splitting into a maniacal grin. “What do I need?”
Before I can stand and really give him a piece of my mind, his large frame is on mine, one of his broad knees kicking open my thighs as he presses it hard against my throbbing core. “Little girl, what I need, I can’t fucking have. So it’s best you stop asking questions you can’t have answers to.”
Slay me where I lay. This man is going to be my end.
Why do his words only make me want him more? He’s still looming over me, his wide chest heaving up and down to the savage beat of my heart.
Unable to help myself, I grind down on his leg, rolling my hips and rubbing my aching clit against the material of his jeans.
Biting back a whimper, I see the flare in his eyes, the moment where his hunger turns into a fire so bright it threatens to consume us both.
“Fuuuuuck, baby. Don’t do that. Don’t start something you know we can’t finish.”
I shiver at his words, my body vibrating beneath his. “We could… if you wanted.” Raising a hand, I let my fingernails trail down the thin material of his shirt, enjoying every ridge and dip of his hard chest and toned abs. “I could be all yours.”
Maverick closes his eyes, an involuntary shudder wracking his body. “God, I bet you have such a pretty pussy.” He presses his knee harder against me and I lose all air. “So soft and pink. And just for me. Just for Daddy.”
Surprise registers on both of our faces but it’s quickly wiped away by the hunger that rages deep within us. His words have unlocked a hidden desire, a secret thirst that only he can quench. And it’s his words alone that have the power to make me come, but I refuse to get there alone. Letting my hand trail lower, I press it against an impressive bulge, so impressive it gives me pause. Will it even fit?
It doesn’t matter because Maverick is ripping my hand from his body. “Fuck, Mel. I said we can’t.”
He’s standing faster than I have time to process what’s just happened. All I know is that his rejection stings more than I thought possible and that my vision is quickly clouding. Especially after that moment we’ve just shared.
Doing the only thing I know how; I turn my back to the room and shut down. A self-preservation technique I thought I’d mastered until now.
“Fine. We can’t, but I bet someone at the club could.” I’m so full of shit. I would never sleep with one of those guys, but right now I’m hurting, and there’s no stopping the verbal diarrhea that’s coming out of my mouth. “Hell, maybe it’ll even be Johnny.”
“You little brat.” Before the tears have a chance to fall, I’m being wrenched onto my back, a massive bulge being pressed against my core. “You open those legs for no one, you hear?”
He thrusts into my bikini-clad slit, and I swear I see stars.
“I can’t hear you, Mel. Say it.” Another thrust and I’m wrapping my legs around his thick torso like my life depends on it. And right now, it does. I need to chase this release like I need air. “Tell me you’ll keep those legs closed, like a good little girl.”
“Oh, fuck. So good.” I’m lost in my head, rubbing against him, rolling my aching clit and seeking more friction. “You feel so—”
But I don’t finish my sentence because large hands come to either hip, stopping my movement and in turn stopping my release.
“No, baby. You can’t come until you promise me. These legs stay closed, do you hear?” He’s growling down at me, but I refuse to give in that easily.
“No, Daddy.” Using a self-defense move Eric taught me, I maneuver out from underneath Maverick’s large frame, only stopping once I’ve come to a standing position to his right.
“How will I dance for anyone if I can’t open my legs…” I let the flannel fall from my body, the act leaving me in nothing more than my panties. “And how will I dance, if I can’t do this…”
Lifting one leg at a time, I straddle the now seated man, lowering just enough so that my heat is right above his swollen bulge. Unable to stop myself, I press down on it, stroking the thick shaft up and down with my heated flesh.
God, this feels so good. I hope he doesn’t make me stop. Oh, he won’t. With one look into his amber-colored eyes, I know this man is as good as mine.
Hunter
“Fuck, baby. You better not be doing this for anyone else.” My eyes lock on where our bodies connect and I can’t help but dig my calloused fingers deep into her hips, the motion helping her rub me up and down.
It’s slow and methodical, pulling us both into a trance. Up. Down. Just a little more. A little more and I know I’ll get her there, where she needs to be. “Promise me, baby. Promise Daddy and I’ll let you cream all over my aching cock.”
“Yes, God. Please… I promise.” Her hands clamp on to either side of my shoulders, her movements now frantic as she chases her release. “Give it to me. Please.”
Christ, I’m one sick motherfucker. It should be illegal, the way my dick throbs from hearing this girl beg for me. It’s wrong. So fucking wrong.
Mel is too young, too pure for the shit I want to do to her. Yet here I am, not giving a fuck that her brother would have a coronary if he knew I was letting her get off on my hard length.
“Fuck it. I’m already going to hell.”
Decision made, I shove her back, just enough to give myself enough space. And ever so slowly, I undo my zipper, knowing that there’s no coming back from what I’m about to do.
With a groan, I pull out my hard length and give it a hard tug, the fucker jerking in protest, and I swear it knows I’m not letting it inside that tight little cunt.
Down boy. You’re just here for her.
“Come here, baby, and ride Daddy’s cock like a goddamn Slip ‘N Slide.” With both hands on her plush hips, I pull her lace covered slit closer, nestling her lips atop my thick ridge.
Fuuuuuck, that feels good. Too good. Lord help me, I wasn’t planning on sliding inside her warm heat, but I’m not sure how much of this I can take.
“Oh, Daddy. It’s perfect. Fucking perfect. Thick and straight, fat and pink.” She grinds on my length as she makes a desperate keening sound, and I swear I see stars.
With her next upward thrust, my back tightens and balls draw up with need—the need to shove myself so deep inside her, it fills her up with the promise of a future. A future we could never have.
Just then, Mel digs her nails into my shoulders and a full-bodied shudder takes over her tiny frame. Exquisite. That’s what she is.
“That’s right, baby. Take your pleasure. Rub that little pussy. Get it nice and sopping wet for me.”
Mel whines as her bottom lip pushes out in a pout. “More. I need more. Please. I need it inside.”
God, how could I deny her?
I can’t. I won’t. I need her just as bad as she needs me.
With calloused fingers, I take hold of my girth, stroking it from base to tip—once, twice—before I’m nudging her lace panties to the side and teasing the drenched slit, up and down.
There she is, that tight little bundle of nerves. As soon as I glide against it, my baby shudders, her little pussy clenching against my swollen head.
“So responsive. What do you think? Is she ready for Daddy’s cock?”
Mel is shaking against me, her legs squeezing against my thighs as she nods. “Yes. Ready. So ready.”
That’s it. That does it. I need no more prompting. “Take it, baby. Take all of it. Every. Fucking. Inch.”
And with one swift thrust, I’m shoving my hard length deep inside her, the pain and pleasure instantly notifying me of what I’ve just done. Holy shit. She’s fucking tight. Virgin tight. “Fucking hell, baby!”
Mel whimpers, the pain riddled across her face further indication that I’ve just taken something I had no right to.
“Goddammit!” I roar into the room, my vocal cords vibrating against the column of my throat. I need to see it. The proof of what will forever be mine.
Mel’s face contorts as I slowly pull her up off my shaft, the tinge of pink telling of the secret she no longer holds.
“Baby doll.” It’s but a whisper, the sight threatening to take my breath away. This just confirms it, she’s mine. Bringing her body back down, I impale her on me once more. “You’ve gone and done it now. My naughty girl.” Dropping one of my hands, I rear it before bringing it down hard against her ass with a slap. “You’re going to pay for that. Tricking me into fucking that virgin pussy.”
I’m bouncing her up and down on my lap now, both of my hands around her waist as I lift her up and down like a fuck toy.
“If you think I’m going to take it easy on that sweet cunt, you’re mistaken.”
And with my next thrusts, she answers in only the way she can. “Sorry, Daddy!”
Right then, I press the pad of my thumb to her tiny pearl, rubbing it and making her eyes roll back in her head, pleasure completely taking over her features.
“That’s right, baby. Bounce on that fat cock.” With a free hand, I grab hold of her face, squeezing her jaw and bringing our lips together in a kiss that is nothing short of possessive. I’m conveying all that I feel, all that I am and all she is. We are one. At this moment, we are all there is.
“Too much. So much. So good.” Mel cries into my mouth.
“I’m glad you like it, baby doll, because I’ve got no plans of slowing down.” Just then, I trail a hand up her throat and back to her nape, letting my fingers delve into the thickness of her hair before I’m yanking her away from my lips.
“Mmmmm. This pussy, baby.” I yank her head back even further, the action exposing the column of her neck and allowing my tongue to trail up the tender flesh. “It’s mine. All fucking mine. I own it. I’m marking it.”
Yes, my words may have her walls contracting around me, but it’s her next words that have me shooting a rogue spurt into her womb. “Yes, Daddy, please. Mark me. Make me yours.”
“Jesus, you’re going to make me spill.” I wrap one hand around her waist while the other moves to one of her juicy tits. “God help me, these tits.” Deft fingers massage the sensitive mound before I’m slapping at its side and making it jiggle just right. “Fuck, you’re perfect. Every inch of you. My perfect baby.”
My praise seems to be her undoing because, one more thrust and I watch her come apart, unfolding like the prettiest of flowers as she shouts her release.
And lord, if that wasn’t enough, this girl squeezes my cock, milking it with every shake and shudder she gives.
I’m about to blow, but because I’m one greedy bastard, I want more and I’m taking more.
Dragging a hand down her back, I seek out that tight little hole, not stopping until I’m pressing a finger against the small ring of muscles.
She’s still riding out her release when I press just the tip inside, the action taking her by surprise but making her moan even louder. “Such a good girl, letting Daddy fill all her pretty holes.”
Holyfuckingshit. Mel contracts around me like never before, her already tight pussy squeezing the soul right out of my body. I see nothing but black as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. Heaven. This must be it.
There’s no holding back, rope after sticky rope of cum spills inside her. The sensation of my warm release coating her and dripping down her walls making us both shudder with even more pleasure. How’s this even possible? How is such joy allowed?
I have no fucking clue. All I know is that I’m a thief and that this moment was stolen. Stolen from a girl whose innocence did not belong to me.
For three goddamn years, I trailed her, making sure to keep her safe. But tonight? Tonight, I failed.
That’s something I should never live down, and I have no intention of doing so.
