Page 13 of Locked Up by The Libra
“Two,” she sputters out, reminding me I told her to count.
“Such a good girl,” I coo, rubbing my dick against her slit. It’s hot and sticky, dripping with her arousal. When I crack the third one, her body tenses. Fisting myself, I surge forward, rubbing against her clit to ease some of her pain.
“Three, daddy.”
“Do you want two more, baby? Can you take it?”
“Yes, yes, I can. Don’t stop, I was a bad girl.”
“Ah, fuck. Yeah, baby, you were a very bad girl. Daddy doesn’t mind, little one. Not when you take punishment so good. Look how soaked your pussy gets when I spank you. You love it don’t you?”
“Yes, daddy. I want you to take care of me. Will you, daddy?”
“It’s all I want to do now, little girl. All I been able to think of since you opened that door, waiting for me.”
“Oh, yes,” she whimpers as I land another spank with the belt. “Four. Daddy…I’m going to…oh, I’m going to come!”
“Not until I get my cock inside you,” I growl against her ear, lining up between her thighs. In one swift move, I sink balls deep, both of us moaning. Before I move, I use the belt once more, groaning as she calls out like a good girl, hands clawing at the brick.
“Five! Daddy, please,” she pants, glancing back at me.
“Come on daddy’s cock like a good little girl,” I grunt, using the belt to bind her arms behind her at her waist.
Gripping her arms, I start to fuck her hard, slamming against her. It is pouring warm showers down on us, soaking us both. Pinning her to the wall, I push up her sweater until find her tits spilling out of her tank top. Pinching the stiff nipples, I scrape my teeth along the back of her neck.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, pushing her ass back as I rail her hard. “Don’t stop, Watt. I need to feel you come inside me.”
“I am going to give you every drop, sugar. You want me to knock you up? Would my good girl want my baby in her belly?”
“Yes, yes, daddy,” her voice vibrates as her pussy flutters around my pumping cock.
“Good. I want you tied to me so you can’t ever leave. You belong to me now, sugar. All fucking mine,” I hiss, punctuating each word by slamming inside of her deep. Willa pushes up on her toes, arching her back to let me pound her even deeper and my eyes roll back. “Tell me, sugar. Tell me you belong to me. Let me hear you say it.”
“Watt,” she whimpers, glancing back at me as she obeys. “I belong to you, baby. All yours, daddy. Only yours.”
“Ahh, fuck,” I roar as I come hard, gripping her hips to empty inside her, painting her with jet after jet of hot cum.
Collapsing against her, I pin her to the wall with my body. It stopped raining at some point but we’re both shivering. I kiss her neck, fixing her clothes as I slowly pull out of her. Seeing my cum leaking from her is so hot, I want to push it back inside her where it belongs.
“Willa, sugar I need to get back to work. Will you go back to my place, please? I want you to be there when I get home.”
Turning, she perks a brow at me as she cocks her head. I hold my breath, afraid she might refuse. A rough fuck in the street ain’t romance.
“Yes, I will go back to your place. Don’t be too late, stud.”
“I will be there in an hour, sugar. I will make us dinner,” I promise.
I watch her go wondering one thing—why am I still lying to her about who I am?
Chapter Seven
Willa
Coming back to Watt’s place is like coming home.
Finding out he leaves his cabin unlocked—he swears Driftwood is safe—stunned me. This was after Quinn, Lennon and Brielle told me the same. They also told me I was foolish for running away from Watt the way I had. And I can’t say they were wrong.
There is something guarded about him. Now I know it is part of why he came to Driftwood. Him telling me he had been a Marine, and how he hated how it changed him, gave me clues too. He shut down on me when I pushed because he doesn’t want to share that part of himself with anyone.
