Page 8 of Run

“I see a young girl who got in over her head with someone who took advantage of her. Not a whore.”

If you were a whore, my dear flower, you would already be dead and in the bed of my truck, taking that final ride to my dump.

“Huh.” She huffs, but her body relaxes, making the door creak slightly under her weight. “Where are you taking me?”

“Home.”

“How do you know where I live?”

“I took the liberty to look at your driver’s license while you were out.” I confess, not caring whether or not she minds the intrusion to the personal space inside her purse.

“Stalkerish much?” She giggles, and it’s the prettiest sound I’ve ever heard, shooting bolts of desire straight through me and into my already hard dick.

Her little laugh sounds like an angel singing, like how my mother used to sound when I did something silly, and she would pull me onto her lap and chuckle while stroking my hair. I can almost feel her fingers on my scalp, making me shake my head to clear the memories as I pull into the driveway of a small single-family house with a large two-story garage.

The light above the garage is on, and when I open her door and help her out of the i8 she looks up at it and sighs.

“I’m up there.” She says, pointing to the illuminated window.

“A garage apartment?” I ask, adjusting my mask on my face to make sure I’m still covered.

“Yeah. It’s cheap and clean.”

“Okay then. Whatever works right?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you need a hand up the steps?”

“No thank you. You’ve already done enough, and I’ve yet to thank you.” She answers me, turning so that we are bare face to masked face.

Her grey eyes scan me and the phantom disguise, and she reaches up with her hand tentatively as she licks her lips. I know that look, she wants to kiss me.

As much as I desire that right now, if she touches me with those pouty lips I’m done for. My control that is barely hanging on will be shredded, and so will she, more so than she already is.

“I’ve got to go.” I bark out a little too abruptly.

As I save her from my wantings, she stands in her driveway, her hands at her sides, her head bowed. Peeling out, I leave strips of rubber on the blacktop, taking myself away from the biggest temptation I’ve ever seen, and letting her have her normal life for just one more day.

I’ll be back princess. I promise.

Chapter Five

“Oh fuck, Lily.” I moan loudly under the torrent of cool water in my shower with my throbbing, hard dick in my hand, and my head tilted back against the tile wall.

The water feels like little daggers pelting into my skin, cooling down the inferno that burns inside me from the thoughts and visions of the most perfect little thing I’ve ever seen. It washes away the sweat on my flesh, but not the overwhelming and surprising desire to have her. I need to take her, and to make her mine in every sense of the word, like I need my next panted breath.

“Mine.” I growl, squeezing my cock, making it all purple and angry, crushing the veins just under the velvety skin.

Images of her, bound in the playroom and crying fill the vision behind my eyelids as I stroke my cock in time with the erratic pounding of my heart. She was so beautiful, especially all bloody and broken, just the way I normally love my women. But as I masturbate to the pictures in my head, they morph into when she was vulnerable and sad in my arms, in my car, and as she watched me drive away. That’s sexier to me, knowing she was right there, a prey animal in my sights, and I let her live, after rescuing her from another predator. The realization that I want to hunt her for myself, to force her to be that way again, makes me go faster and harder on my already aching dick.

“Mmmm.Yes, baby.That’s it.”

Memories turn to fantasy as I see her dropping to her knees in her driveway, the rain soaking us, her red hair plastered to her face. The raindrops mix with her tears as she swallows my cock, her hands gripping my thighs tightly. She gags and lurches, her stormy eyes growing large as I pound into her, grabbing her soft locks, holding her head still, fucking her freckle covered face.

She can’t breathe, and her hands start to claw at my legs, yet she takes it, like the good girl I know she is. She gobbles me up, with her eyelashes fluttering to her cheeks, and her stretched lips turning blue. It’s stunning, watching her on the verge of passing out, her body swaying with my punishing thrusts. It’s how I’m going to fuck her when I catch her, but not before she runs from me, like the innocent, little thing she is.

My dick jerks violently in my fisted hand as the first wave of hot cum blows out of me with enough force to splatter the opposite side of the shower. It splashes hard enough that I hear it hit the wall, and I watch with a satisfied smirk as it slides down the smooth tile and washes down the drain, taking my primal aggression with it, for now.

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