“Where are you taking me?” I gasp in between frantic kisses.
His mouth rakes down between my breasts, licking over the mounds of my cleavage where they bulge in the neckline of the sequined dress. “I knew this would happen, knew some bastard would make a pass at you. I rented a room to bring you, to calm you down and comfort you if you were upset or scared.” He grinds me with his hips against the elevator wall and I whine his name. “Going to use the room to claim your little pussy, instead.”
Locke
I should calm down before I fuck her.
She’s a virgin and deserves the utmost care. Someone who will break her in carefully.
Not a jealous, sweating beast of a man whose control has deserted him.
I’ve never felt like this. Like my pulse is going to tear my skin open.
She’s so sweet, turning circles in the middle of the hotel suite, visibly in awe of the luxury, her hands pressed to her mouth like she can’t believe such a room exists. Even I can admit the chandeliers and mood lighting and view of the Strip are impressive, but nothing will match what she deserves. She deserves the moon and stars.
When I booked this room, I swore to myself I wouldn’t use it take her virginity. It was meant to be a safe haven from the lechers downstairs.
But now that we’re here, who is going to keep her safe from me?
I’m not myself. I’m not rational. Not after witnessing a hundred men all salivate over her at once. Not after one of them spoke to my angel in such crude terms. Another ten minutes downstairs and I’m certain the males would have converged on her, right there in public view. I had no choice but to put a stop to the situation before it escalated. I’d do it again in a second.
Now I’m being ordered by my head, my heart, my loins to mark my territory.
And I know that’s sick, but my cock apparently isn’t taking orders from my brain. It’s not going to be happy until it’s buried in her snug cunt and she belongs to me. Someday…
Someday she will leave me. So I need this now. I need her as long as she can stand me. When she’s gone and I’m broken, I’ll have nothing but these memories in the dark to keep me glued together. Or drive me completely insane. Yes, that’s a very distinct possibility, too-and I no longer care.
I’m operating on pure instinct, approaching her at the window where she stands, fingertips on the glass, overlooking the bright lights below. I demand my hands to be gentle, but they grip her hips and slam her ass back into my lap nonetheless, an animal grunt leaving my mouth when the tight crack of her buttocks cradles my aching dick.
She moans, her head falling back to land in the center of my chest. “Are you going to get in trouble for what happened? With the police?”
“Most likely. Yes.”
Her breath catches. In the window’s reflection, I can see the worry transform her beautiful face and mentally ask my maker what I did to deserve this creature. “I’ll tell them you saved me.” She turns in my embrace and slides her arms around my neck, her delectable body molding to the front of mine. “It would be the truth. You did save me. I should have listened to you about the men. They were…scary.”
A roar builds up inside of me, making me burn to punch a hole in the window, but I manage to keep the urge at bay. “Who put you in this dress?”
She swallows. Averts her eyes. “I’d rather not say, okay?”
“I’m going to find out, Sissy.” I peel one of the straps down her shoulder. “You would have been irresistible in a dress that fit you properly. In this thing? You might as well have been ringing a dinner bell for every man in the casino.” I tug the other strap down. “Including me.”
A blush blows across her cheeks. “You’re the only one I meant to ring it for.”
Part of me wonders if I’m dreaming. How else could this girl want my thick, ugly ass?
If I’m dreaming, so be it. I’m not waking up until I’m forced.
With unworthy fingers, I peel down the top of the dress to her waist, baring her tits. At the sight of them, so succulent and pert, my dick strains against the front of my pants. I feel like an ogre compared to her. She’s so delicate and smooth, so fucking smooth everywhere and I’m big and coarse and so much older, this feels like a crime.
“That man…he said something to me about drinking liquor out of my belly button.”
In response to those words, I shout a curse and rip the gold dress from her body, leaving her trembling in high heels and a pair of white panties. “Why would you tell me that?”
“Only because…when he said it, I thought of you doing it.” She trails her index finger from the hollow of her neck, down between her tits, all the way to her belly button. “I would love to watch you do that to me.”
“Drink liquor from your belly button?” Her face is flushed, as if shy, but she nods eagerly. “I don’t drink alcohol, Sissy.”
“I know.” She goes up on her toes and kisses my chin. “Forget I said anything. Even though it’s my birthday.”
My heart stalls out. “It’s your birthday?”
She hums. “I’m nineteen today.”
“Honey.” I wrap my arms around her tight, crushing her to my chest. Granted, I only met her yesterday, but I’m still berating myself for not knowing. I should have asked. I should have memorized every detail about her existence, immediately. “Happy birthday. I’m sorry it’s not going very well.”
“What do you mean?” Her brow is knit in confusion. “I’m in this beautiful room with you, Locke.” She bites her lip, peering up at me through her lashes a little playfully. “It got a little rocky downstairs, but I definitely landed on my feet.”
There’s an invisible hand clutching me around the throat. Am I insane not to give her whatever she asks for? “A little liquor won’t hurt. Just this once.”
When her entire face brightens, I know I’m in love with her. Probably have been since I saw her on the security monitor. God put this angel in my life to show me what real love feels like. I’m certain about it. And it’s making me whole while it simultaneously tears up my insides like a tractor claw.
“Take your panties off and go lay down on the bed.”
Giggling excitedly, she drops her arms from around my neck and shimmies off her panties, as if it’s no big deal. As if I don’t almost ejaculate at the sight of her bare pussy, her tits bouncing as she skips to the bedroom and leaps onto the bed, waiting for me. Fuck. Oh fuck. I can’t believe this is really happening. The sweetest, most beautiful girl in the planet is waiting for me to come drink liquor from her belly and put my cock inside of her. How is this real?
I’m breathing like a racehorse on my way to the mini bar, throwing open the door and grabbing a fistful of tiny liquor bottles without reading the labels. Kicking it shut behind me, I stride toward the bedroom, groaning as I approach, as I get close enough to see the erotic picture she makes, blonde hair fanned out on the bed, knees bent and raised, her fingers trailing up and down her ribcage.
I don’t have a condom.
That realization makes my balls squeeze eagerly.
Does she know any better? Does she understand there’s a risk of pregnancy?
Do I have to tell her? Could a baby be my way of keeping her?
God should strike me down for considering a lie of omission for even a split second. Fucking her without relaying the consequences. I’m a better man than that, aren’t I?
Yes. Yes. I have to be. For Sissy.
At the same time, if I don’t get my hands and mouth on her soon, I’m going to expire.
I toss the liquor bottles beside her hip on the bed and tug on my tie to loosen it. Then I reach down and unzip my pants, gritting my teeth at the rush of blood that heads south when I give my cock more room to breathe. “Honey…” I pick up a liquor bottle with a green label, untwist the cap with my teeth and spit it at the floor. Burying a knee on the mattress, I begin pouring golden liquid into her little belly button. She gasps, her thighs flexing and immediately, the substance overflows, running in rivulets down the curve of her waist.
And lower to her pussy. Right down the slick, smooth split.
“Y-yes?” she whispers, her hands fisting the comforter.
I’m riveted by the way her cunt glistens with the liquor, the shiny pool of gold in her belly button. All of her. Every inch is appetizing to the point of pain. “Do you know how a woman gets pregnant?”
She nods jerkily, her tits lifting and falling with shallow breaths. “Yes. I g-grew up on a farm. I know how it works.”
Maybe it’s a good thing she’s seen animals mating.
She won’t think it’s so odd when I rut and grunt like a bull.
“I don’t have a condom, Sissy.” Needing the taste of her more than air itself, I lean down and suction my mouth around her belly button, slurping the shot of…tequila, I believe…into my mouth, the liquor lighting a fire in my throat. “I want to fuck you without a condom.”
Slowly, she nods. “So…I could get pregnant?”
My God, just the thought of her carrying my child almost leads me to prowling up her body and shoving myself home between her legs. “Yes,” I rasp, licking the stream of liquid that has trickled down her side. “You know I’ll take care of you and the baby if that happens, don’t you? I’ll take care of you always, no matter what, as long as you need me.” I kiss my way to her pussy, dropping to my knees on the floor at the foot of the bed, yanking her to the edge by her knees and French kissing her wet little gash. “Mother of God,” I mutter against her velvet flesh, the taste fogging my brain, making me starved. Voracious.