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Chapter 2

Mark

I’ve known Grant and Lydia Page for going on fifteen years. They moved in next door to me with their three-year-old little princess Ginny when I was twenty-eight. I’d lived here since I was twenty-two, finished with college and able to use the family money left to me to start my own company. I built my place first and a few years later, a golf course popped up and the area grew with more houses being built.

Never had a problem with that, and still don’t since it put Ginny in my life.

I don’t know when I first really thought of her as something other than Grant’s daughter. I suppose I saw her as an actual person when she was fifteen, but I know when I saw her as a woman—last year on her birthday. Staying away from her became harder and harder, especially when she started her little teases at the window.

Three months away gave me time to get us to today but also for me to sell my business. No way in hell am I going into the office five days a week, working twelve hours a day when I can be with Ginny now. I’ve spent most of my life alone but notanymore. No, from now on it’s going to be me and Ginny, and anyone else that comes into our lives.

I’m certain that Grant will try to take my head off when he learns that I’ve claimed his little girl as mine. Fuck, the only reason I’ve held off this long is because I’m not about to let the cops come between us for even a day.

Grant has no legal say in this anymore. I have more than enough money to take care of Ginny if he cuts her off, and if she wants to move somewhere that’s not next door to them—well, I’m already planning for that. The only thing I won’t be fine with is not having Ginny as mine.

I was certain that her little stripteases were for me and not some boy watching them over a video camera, but I got my answer when they stopped the day I left town and didn’t restart until I got home last week. I’ve been climbing the walls since then because before I got home, she’d never once taken her top completely off but last week, the first night I was home, she came out onto her balcony and took off her top, letting the sun shine down on her perky bare breasts. I was almost out the door to come get her—to cover her up or to take her home with me I’ll never know, but then I saw her dad pulling into their driveway and knew it’d be shitshow if I did it.

That was nothing compared to last night though. Fuck, I was harder than steel. My ten-inch cock leaking like a sieve begging for what we’ve wanted for far too long now.

If I’d gotten my hands on her then, nothing would have kept my cock out of her little pussy. I’d have broken down any door necessary, climbed on top and rutted her like a beast while her father called the cops. When she slid the tip of that fucking dildo inside her lips, I couldn’t take it. Couldn’t bear the thought of her taking what was mine to claim and called her after blocking my number so she wouldn’t know it was me.

She’s had my number for years but the most we’ve ever done is text, or the one call two years ago when she was home alone—the reason Grant had given me her number and her mine in the first place—and the water heater ended up leaking all over the laundry and kitchen. She didn’t know what to do and called me to help. Thank god that was before I ever noticed she was growing up or I’d really have been screwed.

I couldn’t risk her knowing that I was the one calling her last night. She would have heard the raw hunger in my voice and if she’d offered to come over and let me take her virginity instead of using the toy…I don’t know what I would have fucking done.

Now, no one can take her from me. She’s mine and soon, I’ll lay claim to her womb as well, filling it up so she’s tied to me for life.

I give her a hard thrust and she whines beneath my lips, her hips rising to meet it when I give her another. Her tight pussy is already quivering around me, and I’ve never felt anything like it in my entire life. I haven’t had sex in longer than she’s been alive. Not since college. It wasn’t enjoyable. My dick never begged to be used until last year but now that Ginny’s wrapped around it, I can’t stop.

“That’s it, angel. Come for me, show me you love getting that tight pussy fucked good. Know only I get it, get to make it come,” I growl at her, my orgasm rising quickly, and I need her coming before I let it take me. “Come while you get fucked on this little girl bed. Your mommy’s so desperate to keep you her sweet little girl, but we both know you’re really a little slut who’s been begging for a cock to fill her, don’t we? So be my good little girl and come on the only one you’ll ever get. Show me how much you love getting dicked,” I add, covering her mouth to muffle her scream as she goes off.

It triggers my own which nearly blinds me with its intensity. Her walls grip me tight, coaxing every last drop of cum from meshe possibly can, and I grunt as I pull out, seeing the mess I made of her pussy.

Streaks of blood coat my cock and I want to wear it like a badge of honor for the rest of my life, but I know that’s not possible. My cum leaks out of her and down onto the frilly pink comforter I’ve heard her beg her mother to get rid of more than once over the years, but Lydia’s had a hard time admitting that Ginny’s not the five-year-old that begged for a full pink bedroom any longer.

“Look how pretty you look with my cum dripping out of you, angel,” I tease, running my fingers through it as her soft blue-grey eyes widen, the pink in her cheeks fading a bit and I lean over her, teasing her lips with my finger that’s coated with it. “Give it a taste because until you’re bred, every last drop of it is going into your tight little pussy.”

“Mark,” she moans around my finger, licking and sucking on it and fuck, it wakes my cock faster than I thought possible at my age. I’ll be forty-three in a couple months and even when I’ve fucked my hand while thinking about my girl, I never got this hard this fast before.

“You like that idea, don’t you angel? Spreading these thighs and letting me breed you. I know you love animals so I can’t imagine you not wanting babies,” I add, and her nipples pebble into hard little points that put a smile on my lips.

“Are you going to make me call you daddy, because I don’t think I like that,” she says, her nose crinkling a bit, and I can’t stop the laugh that bubbles up at the expression on her face.

“No, angel. You’ll make me a daddy when we have babies, and they can call me dad and daddy. Pretty sure if you tried to call me that while I was deep inside you, it’d kill any erection I had because all I’d be able to see is you screaming for your daddy when you broke your arm when you were seven,” I admit, giving her a soft kiss as her face softens. “Scared the shit out of mehearing you that day. It was one of the rare occasions I wasn’t working on a Saturday and that scream you let out made me worry that something awful had happened to you.”

“It did,” she says, and I lift my brow a hint because it wasn’t a bad break. Just the run of the mill broken arm when she fell off her bike. “I couldn’t swim the rest of the summer or go to the water park because I couldn’t get the cast wet.”

“That’s because my little girl doesn’t like being denied what she wants,” I tease, brushing a soft kiss to her lips. “You’ll like being my little girl, will always be it, even though I’m not your daddy.”

“Just the dirty old man that wants to fuck the little girl from next door?” she counters, her smile brightening as her nipples pebble once more against my chest.

“Wants to…no,” I say, and her eyes widen again my way. “There’s no want to it angel. I own you, your body, your heart,” I add making her gasp a hint, hope spilling into her eyes that makes me smile deeper. “You love me, and I love you. We always have, just in different ways that now has it as a love between a man and a woman. I know I own you, angel. Known for certain it was for me and just me when you stopped your little stripteases after I left town.”

“How do you know that?” she asks, color hitting her cheeks when I reach over for my pants, giving her a full view of my body and my hard, aching cock that wants back inside her.

I pull out my phone, opening the secure app, and turn it for her to see what’s on the screen. There’s no sound from the camera but it captures her entire balcony area and back here into the room and the bed where we lay. “I never said I didn’t like watching it, angel. I just couldn’t take the chance that I’d break one of these days. Being next door, all I wanted whenever you’d move over to the window and slowly undress down to those littlebras and panties you like, was to storm over here, throw you over my shoulder, and take you home with me.

“The only reason I never did it, was because I knew your parents would throw a shit fit if I did. Your dad might have just wanted to come sucker punch me for it, but your mother would have lost her mind. She talks about how she can’t believe you’re so grown up all the time to the others whenever we have parties, how she hates that you’re not her little girl anymore. You don’t know how hard it was to not look her in the eyes and tell her that no, you weren’t. You weremylittle girl now. My dirty, hungry little girl that wanted to be fucked and proved it by showing me what was mine even when I couldn’t touch it,” I add against her ear pulling a shiver from her as I kiss down her neck towards her breasts needing to taste them now.