Page 25 of Ripper's Property
Rory squeals like a happy girl, climbing off me and rushing to him. She wraps her little body around his waist and gives him a hug. “Thank you, Daddy. I love you so much.” He hugs her close, looking like he just lost ten years off his life too. “And I do choose him.”
He shakes his head. “Figured as much as you were trying to take a bullet for him.” She pulls back, smiling, then turns her pretty eyes on me.
“I will always protect my man.”
If I wasn’t already head over heels for her, I’d be falling in love with her right now.
“I take it our prisoner is still breathing?” He looks to me.
As much as I wanted to end Montoya’s life, I knew King needed to be the one to handle him. After all, it’s his wife whowas stolen by the bastard. If anyone stole my girl, the love of my life, I’d want to be the one to watch him take his last breath.
“Yep. He’s in the cell.”
“I’m gonna go deal with him.” He cracks his neck. “I’ll be calling church this afternoon so make sure you’re there.”
I nod. I’ll be there. Today, I’m making my official claim. I’ll also be letting the guys know they need a tux for my girl’s prom.
He heads out and as soon as the door shuts, she turns a sly little smile on me.
“Looks like you’re allowed to touch me now.”
My eyes roll down her body. Even in an oversized sweatshirt and flannel pajama pants, she’s sexy as hell.
“You need to get over here, baby.” My tongue swipes across my bottom lip, salivating for a taste of her. She saunters over nice and slow, then stops at the end of the bed, waiting for my next command. “Take those pants off, babe. I need to see that pretty little pussy.”
I kept my hands to myself last night. Both of us just needed to be close. But now, with the way she’s looking at me, I’m gonna take my fill.
Her pants drop to the floor and there it is. That bare little cunt. All pink and swollen. Her little clit already plump with need. She reaches for her sweatshirt and pulls it over her head, discarding it with her pants. God, she’s got the best set of tits. I know her ripeness is due to her young age, and that probably makes me an old perve, but fuck if I care. No young kid would ever be able to give her what she needs. With age, comes experience and knowledge, and I intend to use everything I’ve learned to make her body purr.
I sit up and crawl forward, kneeling before her, face to face with my beautiful girl. “You’re mine now, babe. Ain’t no one standing in our way.”
She steps forward. “So, what are you going to do with me?”
I grip the base of her neck and tug her forward, showing her exactly what I intend to do. I drop my head down and kiss her until she’s panting. Only pulling back when I feel her struggling to catch her breath.
“You ready to go for a ride, baby?” I reach my hand between her legs and rub my thumb against her clit, nice and soft, teasing her with my touch. I’m not going to have sex with her yet. Don’t want the guys to hear her during her first time. But I am going to make her ride my tongue. And when my name shouts from her lips, they’ll know who she belongs to.
I scoot back on the bed. “You’re going to saddle up and straddle my face, take my tongue for a ride.”
The tremble in her frame makes my dick jolt. I love how fucking innocent she is. How fucking wanton. I bet she’s already dripping for me. I lie back, eager for a taste, and feel the bed dip from her weight. She crawls forward and climbs on up, getting in position. I have the perfect view. Her perky tits hanging full. Dark cherry peaks all tight and standing stiff. Her smooth stomach. And then…there it is, the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen. Glistening and ready for me.
I lift my head, taking a swipe through her folds, tasting her sweet honey. She lets out a moan, rocking unsteadily like the weight of her pleasure is making her dizzy. I grip onto her hips, holding her steady, and then do it again. Licking over her swollen nub. Around and around, and then back down through her folds. She finally drops down into the seat of her pleasure and gives herself over to me, and I take her for one hell of a ride. Licking, sucking, and nibbling on every inch. Winding her up tighter and tighter. When I feel her getting closer, I run my tongue down to her entrance and push myself in. It’s time for her to take the wheel and ride out her orgasm.
She’s quick on the clutch, getting right in gear, and then, she’s taking off. Thrusting against my mouth, grinding her pussydown on my chin and lips, rubbing herself straight into her orgasm. And when it peaks, she moans my name loud and clear, and I know that every brother in this place has heard her stake her claim. She wants me, has chosen me, and there’s not a damn thing they can do about it.
17
Rory
Ican’t believe they did all this. The clubhouse looks like a ballroom. There are lights strung everywhere, and a disco ball hangs like a chandelier in the center of the room. All the furniture has been moved out and in its place are some round tables decorated with my favorite color linens, each with a centerpiece of flowers. And in the middle of the room is a makeshift dance floor. But the best part are the guys. They’re all dressed in tuxes, or “monkey suits” as they like to call them, and they all look so incredibly handsome.
“Welcome to your prom, princess.”
I wrap my arms around Ripper and squeeze. He’s the most thoughtful man I’ve ever met. He planned all of this himself, right down to the pretty corsage that’s on my wrist. “Thank you, Rip. You have no idea how much this means to me.”
He tugs my chin up to look at him. “You have no idea how sorry I am that you had to miss out on having a normal prom. Or a normal childhood.”
I’m not. After all these years thinking that I was missing out, I finally realized how lucky I’ve had it. I don’t think there’s a single girl out there who has an entourage of insanely hot men always looking out for her, spoiling her with love and kindness. Or one sexy-as-hell boyfriend giving her her very own prom. Yes, I may have been locked on this compound, but I’ve never felt a single day of loneliness. I’ve never felt unloved or unwanted.
