Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40275 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
I shiver at the way her accent twists the word ‘pure’, almost like it has a Y in there somewhere.
Orgasm by orgasm, baby. Drip by drip. “Every time you come for me, I’m going to make you a little more pure. That understood?”
“Yeah,” she whimpers. “I think so.”
Now with two fingers I dip inside her, keeping my thumb on her clit. I feel her thighs tremble, clenching tight against the intrusion. She’s sore I’m sure, so I keep it slow and steady. “I know so. You trust me? You trust me to make you pure.”
“Yes. Yes, Davis. I do.”
“Beg me, baby girl. Beg me to take the Devil out of you.”
She lifts her hand, instinctively trying to grab for my forearm.
I flash my eyes at her. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
She flattens her palm on her thigh again, and her eyes fill with a sheen of tears. “I want to touch you. I want to be close to you.”
“Give me that fucking cum, sweet girl. And then you can be close.”
Her body rolls with the pleasure that I’m giving her. “Oh my god. Please, please. Please take the Devil from me. Pleeeeeeease,” she sobs, tears spilling down her milky cheeks.
“Come for me, angel,” I growl, sweet words muttered like a curse. “Fucking come for me.”
I intensify the contact on her clit, using the back of one knuckle now to force it from her.
More tears, more fight. “Please, Davis. Please. I need to… I want you to…”
I lean in close now, stubble to her sweet cheek. “Shut the fuck up and come for me, you little sinner.”
Her pussy bears down on me as she registers the words. “I’m gonna…”
I’ve got her exactly where I want her and she’s never getting away. “Come for me right now, baby girl. Right. The. Fuck. Now.”
Her body lets go before her mind knows it. I feel it before she does. She’s coming already as she’s saying, “Please. Please. Please. Make me right. Make me good. Make me pure.”
Her thighs tighten even harder on my hand, making it harder for me to finish her right, but I know that I’ve got more strength in my right hand than she’s got in her whole body.
She comes in a wave of whimpers and tears. Never breaking eye contact, never looking away. As she’s coming, I’m giving her what she needs—all the fucking praise and love she’s been missing all her life. “There you go, baby. Such a good fucking girl,” I growl at her as I keep working her pussy hard and fast. “Such a good little angel. Such an innocent sweet thing. I’m right here, I’m not going anywhere. Just give it all to me.”
She surrenders with her whole body, her whole soul. Her cries of pleasure fill the little cabin, and for one fucking second, I think of what she’ll sound like when she cries out in a very different kind of pain. When she’s bringing my fucking baby into this world.
Fuck. Holy fuck. I can’t believe that’s where my mind is.
But as I hold her close, wrapping my arms around her, lips against her forehead, keeping her safe and warm, I realize. Fuck yeah. Yeah, I can. Because that’s exactly where these feelings are headed.
Her and me. Forever.
I wrap her up and I keep her close. I smooth her hair. All this talk of her being impure, her being bad, her having the Devil inside her, it’s fucking crazy to me. She’s as pure a thing as I’ve ever been near.
Holding her to me, it centers me. It makes this clear and plain. If she’s the light, then I’m the dark. But for the first time in all my life, I don’t want to hide. Yeah, I still fucking hate myself for what I’ve done and who I am. But I want to be better. Now. For her.
“How about I make you some breakfast, Little Red. And then there’s someone I need you to meet.”
chapter seven
Marin
Hand in hand, we walk through the woods, following a path that runs along a little stream and past a mud-slicked meadow. The weather man Grandpa listens to was wrong about the big storm because the sun is peeking out and the chill is being chased away by the sunshine, but Davis said it’s still a treacherous walk. I’m wearing the big red rubber boots and my dress and the jacket feeling completely natural and beautiful out here.
His hand engulfs mine, giving me support and warmth. His firm hold makes me feel safe and protected. Every now and then, he squeezes my hand and looks at me. Like he’s trying to make sure I’m okay.
And I am. His silent attention makes me feel precious.
As we reach a footbridge at the brook, he helps me across; every bit the chivalrous gentleman. In the middle of nature, his body isn’t radiating tension, his jaw muscles are relaxed, almost like he may smile. He seems at home here. Familiar with the forest.