Afterward, she was a limp noodle in my hands. I wiped my face on her thighs, kissing my way up her to her calves as I held each long leg in turn.
“Shit, holy…” she panted. “Sonny… wow.”
I grinned at her as I settled between her legs, leaning on my elbow at her side. My other hand fisted my dick, teasing at her entrance. “Okay, my Daisy. This will hurt, but only for a second or two.” I kissed her forehead. “You ready, baby?”
“Yes. Oh, yes,” she whispered.
Then, with the greatest patience and control, I guided myself in, meeting that resistance of her virginity and breaking the metaphysical barrier that made a girl into a woman.
She felt so good, so warm. So tight and welcoming. But I went slow, inch by inch, watching her facial expressions go from wary, to uncomfortable, and finally to hungry. Hungry for more, wanting what I’d give her, and the promise of pleasure.
“Oh, God.” Her head slowly shook side to side on the pillow. She raised her hips, and I knew then she had adjusted to me, that I could let go.
And I did.
I thrust in and out of her in deep, tortuous strokes, finding her mouth and capturing every pant, every moan. I picked up speed, then slowed again, reading her body and sounds to what she liked. When I felt her clench around my dick, I knew I didn’t have much time. I pumped two strong thrusts into her and pulled out, sitting back on my heels and stroking my dick, my eyes on her wide ones the whole time.
“Oh, baby. So beautiful…” I growled, spurting my cum in hot streams onto her belly and pubis. She made a sound of pleasure at the sight, then pulled me to her, taking my mouth into a devouring kiss.
A few minutes later, both of us out of breath, I got up and wet a washcloth from the sink. As I cleaned us up, I asked her if she felt alright.
Her smile was languid, content. “Very. But I have a question.”
I put the cloth on the side table and laid down, pulling her naked body to mine, holding her and breathing her in. “What’s that?”
“Why did you… you know, do that on my belly?”
Did she honestly not know I could’ve gotten her pregnant?
“You mean, why did I pull out?” I asked.
She nodded.
“Unless you’re on the pill, Daisy, I wasn’t about to risk you having my baby.”
As much as the thought made my dick hard. Again.
“Oh. I thought…. Being the first time… well, never mind.” She sounded embarrassed. I kissed her temple.
“I’ve got you, pretty girl. Now, let’s get some sleep.”
“Okay, Sonny.” She snuggled closer, her beautiful ass pressed up against my cock, stirring my blood again. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, baby.”
She took my hand, the one wrapped around her stomach, and lifted it to her mouth, pressing a long, soft kiss to it. “Thank you for taking care of me.”
“Always,” I whispered, my eyes shut, sleep coming closer. “Always.”
Epilogue
After that night, the night we escaped the clutches of a crazy cult, I drove us northeast, straight to Montana. We took our time, though, visiting national parks, a few exhibits, even a county fair. Daisy never said a thing about the future, about California or her plans there. Nor about the past. Only the present filled her focus.
Our traveling stopped one day when we came to a small town in Montana, an hour away from where her mother was. Staying at a bed and breakfast for a few days, we explored the quaint town and, of course, its meadows of wildflowers. It was in one of those meadows where I told her I wanted her to move in with me. That I was wanting to settle down somewhere here in the country. Own some land. Maybe raise some doves or a few chickens.
She said yes, crawling over me, unbuckling my pants, and taking me into her mouth, right there amongst the tall grass and wild daisies.
Heaven.
We found a place the very next day. A farmhouse on several acres of land. I signed the papers, wired myself more money from my bank, and purchased the house and land full-sale.
As the months went by, and Daisy and I grew closer and closer, I thought about when—or if—I’d ever tell her how I’d met her. That a man she couldn’t remember, who helped bring her into this world, had shared with me his only treasure. His daughter. That I had promised him to watch over her, protect her. That I had watched over her ever since.
But I didn’t tell her. Maybe someday.
For now, we were living our lives. Loving every day and night, and always living for the now.
That’s all that mattered, anyway, in the end.
Daisy was mine and would always be. Soon, I’d make her my wife.
She’d never be alone, not with me by her side.
That was a promise.
The End
About Petra:
A lover of cats and books, equally, Petra writes stories that matter to her, no matter the genre. Editor, wife, and mom, she lives in the desert of Eastern Washington, dreaming of thunderstorms and rolling, green pastures.
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Books by Petra:
Make Me Real (The Dirty Heroes Collection Book 11)
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Entropy
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The Saving Setora series
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Venor
Emery LeeAnn
Prologue
I hunt or seek after or pursue a thing. Women are just creatures to be possessed, hunted, then slaughtered.
My family lineage has ingrained my need for pursuing the weaker sex. Intrusion in my world will shatter your psyche into a thousand pieces.
Think you can win? Try me.
Chapter One
Havoc
The brisk night air had her pulling her wool coat tight around her. I could hear the sharp intake
