Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 34955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
Her arms had loosened, and her breathing was less short and fast as she stared at me.
“It was five years before I sought you out. Went to see you. Maybe I could figure out why I’d done it. What about you that had triggered me that day. You were older. Still fucking tiny but no longer a child.”
“The church parking lot,” she said the words, her voice just above a whisper.
I nodded my head once. “And after that day, I found that the need to check on you, watch over you had taken root. I couldn’t fucking stop it. I wasn’t settled until I saw you. Knew you were okay. That you didn’t need me.”
“You’ve… you did that… you’ve been doing that for almost ten years?” her tone was a mixture of amazement and concern.
“Not exactly. For two years, it was regularly, but my violence only escalated the more I watched you. You had become my sole concern. I forced myself to step back. I stopped checking on you daily, and I weened myself, so to speak. Until it was once every few weeks. I did a quick check on you and made sure you were smiling and happy. Had what you needed, wanted.”
She shook her head as her arms fell to her side. “What do you mean? What I wanted? Cookies?”
I chuckled and had to clench my fists to keep from reaching for her. I needed to touch her so fucking bad. Have her pressed against me. “Sure, the cookies.”
“The house. I wanted somewhere to live, and you supplied Maeme and the house. What else,” she pushed.
“Tim Markson. I sent him to Nashville to watch you in that rodeo. I had seen you in several, and I knew you had the potential to be an excellent jockey.”
Her nostrils flared as she inhaled and let out a small laugh. “I had guessed that already. And Shepard’s Ranch. They offered me a job because of you.”
I nodded.
“Is that it?” she asked. “Because I need to know it all. I told myself I didn’t need to know. That the things you’d done were in the past, and I wanted to just live in bliss. Loving you. Happy. I lied to myself. I need to know the things you have done for me.”
I let my gaze travel down her body. The one that belonged to me. And only me. “Your virginity,” I said.
“What does that mean?” she asked me, her eyes narrowing as mine met hers again.
“I asked you if you were a virgin, but I already knew the answer. I had kept boys from ever getting too close. Held back men who thought they had a chance of touching you. They weren’t worthy, and I protected you,” I paused a moment, the memory of the first time I’d sunk my dick into her tight, untouched cunt. “Until you wrapped those sweet fingers around my cock in the shower and asked to lick it. No man was worthy of your innocence, but I took it and made that cunt mine.”
I saw her breathing hitch, and my dick jerked in my pants, hardening from her flushed cheeks. Two more steps, and I could go to my knees and bury my nose in her pussy and smell. She’d be wet.
“Is that it?” her voice gave away her thoughts. My words, the memory of us fucking in the cabin I’d taken her to was making my little doll hot.
I took another step, and when she didn’t move, I closed the space and gripped her chin in my hand, tilting her head back. “Is that pussy wet?” I asked.
She tried to look stern, but the color of her face only grew a shade darker. Then she turned her head as if to break free of my hold. She was gonna make my cock explode with the feisty shit. My trigger was close. I felt the darkness creeping in, excited by her reaction to me. The willfulness that her red cheeks couldn’t mask.
“The boys that came into the ice cream shop,” she asked me then. Those eyes daring me to answer her truthfully. As if the truth would matter.
I tilted my head, my eyes dropping to her mouth. “He grabbed you. Scared you.”
“Yes,” she breathed out. I was fascinated with those lips. I ran my thumb over the bottom one, and my little doll shivered.
“They drove their car off a bridge,” I repeated what I knew she’d heard on the news all those years ago.
Her warm breath heated my skin.
“Did they?” she asked.
I smiled. “Yes, little doll. But they had some help.”
Her eyes closed, and she sucked in a sharp breath.
“Is it so bad that I will do anything to protect you?” I slid a hand between her legs and rubbed at her crotch, finding it damp. That’s right. That’s my girl.