Page 14 of The Sicilian Princess
Nick
Iran to my truck like the hounds of hell were chasing me and sped away from the motel and back to the ranch as fast as possible. As soon as I made it in the door, my hands were in my jeans pulling out my aching, throbbing cock. I leaned heavily against my front door and stroked myself. I could still smell her scent. It was driving me crazy. Her supple, plump lips flush against mine, the way she moaned into my mouth and arched her back, fuck, everything about her drove me nuts. I stroked faster, repeatedly. I imagined my little thorn spread out on my bed sheets, her small legs in the air, her tiny hands holding the backs of her knees as I thrust myself into her. I replayed her moans in my head on a loop. I imagined her taking my cock and begging for more. I reached my peak; it was right there. I could almost feel myself about to blow, but I needed just a little more. I imagined flipping her over, a plug in her ass, and taking her from behind. She would look over her shoulder right before she came and scream out 'Daddy'.The thought of her calling me that made me come all over my hand and the floor. I groaned loudly, not at all satisfied, and went to clean up. I just used my shirt to clean my hand and the floor, then I hopped into the shower.
My cock was hard again, so I was hoping a shower would stop the ache. I climbed into the shower, keeping the water ice cold. I was still hard. I looked down at my cock. Maybe it was broken. Maybe I should go see a doctor. I thought about rushing to the clinic so late at night. It would be embarrassing if Doc Brown saw me in this state. All I knew was that I had never felt like this for anyone. I could find myself really falling for this girl. The best thing to do would be to keep my hands off my little thorn. I reminded myself that she was trouble. My heart wasn't so convinced that I would be able to stay away from her. My mind was set, though. No more late night kisses. I was just going to drive her around and make sure she stayed seizure free. I was going to stay out of her business.
But that night as I lay in bed, I dreamt of Rose.
We had just finished eating at the diner and were headed back to the ranch. Rose was wearing a beautiful colored skirt and plain white t-shirt. Her unruly blonde hair was blowing in the wind. When we got to the ranch, I held her against the truck and kissed the daylights out of her. I heard a sound but ignored it so I could get a deeper taste of her. Something struck me on the head, and I lost my balance. Rose screamed and I turned to look. Thomas Romano was standing over me with a gun and a sneer.
"Nicolo, I will always find you, and when I do, I will kill everyone you love." He raised the gun and pointed it at Rose. She screamed again, and his men grabbed her and threw her in an unmarked vehicle. I struggled to get up.
"Rose!" I was yelling at the top of my lungs. I was trying to get someone's attention while I chased the vehicle on foot. Gunshots rained down on me until I collapsed to my knees in the dirt. My last thought was of Rose.
That dream was a wake-up call. I wasn't safe, and neither was Rose.
* * *
As the months passed, I kept true to my word. Time flew by and before I knew it, Rose had been living in New Haven for almost a year.
I kept my head down, worked on the ranch, and made sure Rose had a ride to and from work. We only spent time in my truck, and I stayed away from the diner. We had a lot of small talk, but each of us skirted around any questions involving our pasts. I couldn't tell Rose about New York and I didn't want to know what she was running from.
As time went on, Rose started to feel at ease around me. I was on edge, though. The more I tried to distance myself from her, the harder I wanted her. The very sight of her, sent me masturbating wherever I was. I had blown my load all over town. I should be embarrassed or ashamed, but my little thorn did this to me. I needed to get her out of my system. If I couldn't fuck her, then there was only one thing left for me to do.
Late one Saturday night, I left Rose with Eunji. She hadn't had an episode in a while and Doc Brown was just telling me that he thought she might be seizure free for a while yet. Eunji and Rose were going to have a girls' night and Eunji swore that she would take care of Rose. I headed to Maddox's bar. I was on my second beer when I saw her strut in. I'd been avoiding Amber just as much as I was avoiding Rose. I didn't want the drama, or worse, a confrontation. I was going to ignore her, but she made a beeline straight for me.
"Hey, stranger, where you been?" Amber leaned over, one arm balanced on the bar while the other was on my knee. I could see straight down her hot, red dress. Her tits were in my face.
"Work," I gruffly said. I kept looking down her dress, willing my cock to rise. I mean, she had a great rack. I'd already fucked her, so she knew what I liked. All I needed was to pop a boner. I'd been getting them all over town, so this should be easy.
"You're not working now," the she-devil purred.
I looked down at my trousers. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Was I broken? Maybe I should revisit the Doc Brown idea.
"Nope." I couldn't help being short with her. It wasn't Amber's fault she wasn't doing it for me.
Amber leaned closer to me. She was basically straddling my lap. "Why don't we take this back to my place, Daddy?" she whispered in my ear.
The sound of her calling me Daddy made me want to vomit in my mouth. That was new. Before I could push her away and tell her no, her lips were on mine. My eyes widened in surprise at her boldness, just in time to see my little thorn walk in with Eunji.
Our eyes clashed, hers flashing hurt, and mine flashing anger. Not that she was at the bar, no, because she'd caught me in a position I didn't want to be in. Plus, I was hurting her, albeit unintentionally. I pushed Amber away. She had grown bolder over the time I had been spending with my little thorn. Amber was pouting and thrusting her breasts on my arm, but I only had eyes for my little thorn. I got out of my chair and headed toward her.
"Rose," I pleaded.
She had no idea how much I wanted her. Just her. Only her. She shook her head at me, then she took Eunji to the other side of the bar.
Maddox startled me, clasping his hand on my shoulder. "What was that?" He motioned toward Rose and an angry, pouting Amber.
"That was a clusterfuck." I needed to think fast. How could I show Rose that she was the only one I was thinking about, day in and day out? I grabbed another beer and headed toward a secluded booth. I didn't want to be bothered by anyone right now. I just wanted to keep an eye on my little thorn. Maybe she would let me take her back to the motel tonight. Eunji gave Rose a shot and I narrowed my eyes. Should she be drinking on her medication? I called Doc Brown.
"Hello?" Doc must still be at the clinic.
"Doc, can you drink on seizure medications?"
I heard his loud sigh. He sounded a little aggravated. Maybe I should have just told Maddox not to serve Rose.
"It's not that she can't, it's that she needs to be doing it in moderation. If she were to drink excessively, she could trigger a seizure."
I jumped out of my booth as I saw Rose throw back two more shots rapidly. "Fuck, I have to go," I told Doc.
