Page 7 of Road Rage Daddy
“What if you’d fallen?” I hurry toward my truck, praying no one spotted my woman with her ass hanging out below her small T-shirt as she made her slow escape toward the road.
“What do you care?”
I drop her on the front passenger seat, then pinch her chin. “You could have seriously hurt yourself, missy.”
Harley’s lower lip wobbles when she shows me one wrist, resting her other hand on her lower belly. “You hurt me first,Emit.” A tear slips from the corner of her eye. “It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” she says under her breath with a sniffle.
I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss the inside of her wrist. I won’t apologize for tying her up because it was necessary, but I will make her a promise. “It won’t happen again.”
She eyes me, cautiously hopeful. “You’re going to let me go now?”
“Oh no,” I say, jerking her T-shirt up over her head, taking her bra off with it. I ball them up and toss them in the back, then firmly push a hand between her breasts to flatten her on the seat so I can kiss her aching lower belly. “You’re with me for life.”
Harley slaps her hands to her face, crying into her palms as I lift her legs into the truck and close the door. She’s less likely to try running away again, fully naked now, risking another man like me—or worse—catching her on the side of the road. My blood boils at the thought of anyone else seeing or touching what’s mine.
Quick as a whip, I slam the other doors shut, then hop into the driver’s seat with my belt across my lap with no intention of using it, hoping that just the sight of it alone will keep Harley in line until I can get her home.
Harley curls into a ball instead of sitting up, facing away from the window, miraculously falling asleep before I’ve even pulled the truck onto the interstate. I keep to the speed limit instead of pushing a hundred miles an hour like I want to, drumming my fingers on the steering wheel, impatient to get home. There’s no calming my racing heart as I reach over the center console to stroke her hair, thinking about my cum potentially taking root in her womb already.
I exit onto an old state highway, then weave my way down silent back roads, the lone vehicle this far from the city. I’m damn glad I decided to buy the one-story farmhouse with awraparound porch out in the boonies instead of a more modern, two-story cookie-cutter in the family-friendly suburb my realtor tried to sell me on—the one that was more expensive and would earn him a higher commission. I’ve got a good-sized plot of land without neighbors breathing down my neck, so even if Harley tries to run away, she’ll have nowhere to go and no one to help her.
I turn down the long gravel driveway to my house and pull just past it onto the parking pad I flattened in the grass in the backyard. Harley doesn’t wake as I carry her inside, the A/C working overtime in this heat. I lay her down in the middle of my king-sized bed as she continues to breathe deeply, not stirring in the slightest. It’s another confirmation that no one is taking care of her as they should be, or else she wouldn’t be this exhausted.
With her asleep and splayed out, I can take the time to fully appreciate her breasts, which would make for the perfect pillow. I crook her arm, envisioning her holding our infant, nourishing them, her breasts engorged with her milk. Nourishingmewhen it’s my turn with her. I lick my lips, my dick more than ready for round two.
I strip, dropping my clothes on the refinished, original hardwood floors. Young missy finally stirs when I part her legs and climb on the bed between them. Instant panic makes her puffy eyes pop wide, but I don’t give her time to react or snap her legs closed before falling on her like an animal, slipping my tongue in her mouth open on a cry just as I plant my cock deep inside her creamy pussy.
I’m hit with a full-body shiver at the sheer pleasure of her inner muscles clenching tight around me, trying fruitlessly to force my cock out of her battered cunt. Harley has tears in her eyes, rolling down the sides of her temples to wet the crisp, clean white bed sheets.
“Are those happy tears, baby?”
“Why would they be happy tears?” she screeches. Or she would if her throat wasn’t raw.
As much as it pains me to pull out of her cunt, it hurts more to ignore her needs than it does to ignore mine. “Stay right there, missy.”
I’m in and out of the kitchen within seconds, carrying the biggest reusable tumbler I have of ice-cold water with a straw. Harley’s on her feet, having pried open the bedroom window that faces the side yard as I expected. She’s leaning halfway out the window by the time I grab her around the middle.
I place the tumbler on the floor, then throw Harley on the bed, belly-side down, maneuvering her so that her head and arms hang over the side. “Drink,” I say as I straddle her thighs and angle my cock down to find her entrance.
Harley’s already holding the tumbler up, sucking down gulp after gulp of water as I brace myself on my elbows and thrust into her. We both gasp, and I have to stop for a second to pound her back a few times when she chokes on the water until she catches her breath. After that, I wait between each swallow to thrust. I don’t think it’s just my imagination playing tricks on me when Harley pauses a few extra beats between each swallow, allowing me to stroke in and out of her more than once each time.
In fact, I know I’m not imagining it when Harley offers up the tumbler instead of swinging it at my head when she’s had her fill, holding it steady as I sip from it, even as I continue to fuck her. And when it’s empty, she sets it back on the floor, then slumps after thanking me for the water.
No fighting. No crying. No cursing my name. She simply wiggles around until she’s in a more comfortable position, sighs as she closes her eyes, and takes my cock.
If anything, that’s what finally gets me to stop. “Harley?”
Chapter 5
Harley
“Mmhmm?” I tilt my hips up marginally, parting my thighs an inch or so, hoping Emit will be able to go deeper. I’ve had years of practice making the best out of a bad situation, and this is no different.
Emit sucks in a breath, his cock jerking inside me, but otherwise doesn’t move.
“Why did you stop?” I ask sleepily, my head thick with exhaustion, my body relaxing further on the plush mattress. I may not be able to rest my head with it hanging over the side, but I still think I could sleep exactly like this for the next twenty-four hours, more comfortable than I’ve been in years, now that my thirst has finally been sated.
“Youwantme to keep going?”
