Meanwhile…
Jeremy Danielson…
When I gave into this connection between Dakota and I; I told myself that I would never act on my attraction under my friend's roof and for the most part I have remained true to my word. Save a couple of moments of weakness here and there. I have never actually had sex with his daughter under his roof.
Until now.
Lying on her side - her top leg is bent upwards, her back resting against my chest, as my steel-hard cock drives through her slick tight walls – feeling the satin smooth softness encase me tightly; my body craved more. I need more of her, always of her and only her. Plunging deeper and deeper with every forward motion. "I love that your scent is going to be lingering in here long after you are gone!" I grunted, my arm curled out so she can rest her head against my bicep, my top arm stretched along the length of her hip as my fingers dig into her thigh tightly; loving the way her soft flesh felt against my grip.
"Yeah? Why is that?"
"Because when I fuck my hand, the thought of you will be far stronger-"
"You. Jerk. Off. In. Here?"
"Of course, I do. You drive me crazy and having you so close but so far at the same time is special form of torture that I can't withstand!" Being honest with her about this is easy – far easier than I would have ever believed possible; it just how she makes me feel – safe, happy, content and so fucking horny I can't stand it. So much so that I have lost count of how often I have nearly succumbed and slipped into her bedroom in the middle of the night.
"What do you think about?" She asked me, her breath laboured as her hips slammed back hard against me. The heat of her tight cunt was propelling me to thrust forcefully forward and thankfully, she kept the pace and force along with me.
"You want to know my fantasies, baby-girl? You want to know what I think about when I stroke my big fat cock at night?" It was times like this - when I am balls deep in her that I feel like I am completely out of control. Being with this woman has reshaped my entire existence and at times it feels as if I only live and breathe for her. Just her. Always her.
"Pleaseeeeee-!"
"Ok sweetheart," my movements slowed to long languid strokes - basking in the fact that I can feel every little nerve ending inside of her; the way her folds flutter all around me manically, the way her walls clamp down around me with every stroke I deliver. My cock nestled as deep as I can get with her moaning my name - there is nothing better than that, "my favourite one is of me lying here in this bed, fast asleep and I know I am dreaming of you until the sensation of your weight pressing down on me lull's me from my slumber. Opening my eyes you are just sinking back onto my cock, taking me deep. Taking me hard. You are wearing one of those cropped shirts that you wear to drive me out of my mind with lust. But this one is shorter than your normal ones - the bottom swells of these gorgeous tits peek out from the bottom as you begin to bounce on my dick," my hand slid up her curves until I am curling it around one of her full, ripe breasts - squeezing and tugging on the nipple which in turn has her almost bucking out of control next to me.
"The-then what?" Reaching one hand up, she runs it around my head that is resting on her shoulder, looking down the front of her body. The gentle sensation of her fingers sinking into my hair is better than it has ever felt.
"Then as you slide up and down my shaft, your moans get louder and louder and I know we have to be quiet, which is when I see your panties lying to the side of me. I quickly bunch them up and stuff them in your mouth - telling you we have to be quiet. It is as if you get off on the fact as your movements become more focused - sliding up and down, circling those sinful hips with every thrust-"
"Do you cum when you think about that?" She is panting out of control now, her body losing its controlled movements as her orgasm bears down on her.
"Like a fucking fire-hose!" I grunt as my own release begins to rise, my balls fill to almost bursting capacity and they start to pull up tight, my cum bubbling as it begins to flood my shaft, "I'm going to-cum-sweetheart!"
"Yessss, cum for me Uncle Remy-fill my tight cunt with your cum," and that is all it takes - my body goes completely taut as bursts of pleasure shoot out of me - splashing her womb and every inch of her insides and the seal of my cock in her tight hole meant that none of my seed leaked out of her and wouldn't until I slid out of her.
Just like a chain reaction - her cunt began to contract and flutter around me; her release pulling a scream from her lungs as she pushed back against me - riding the wave with gentle but firm strokes back and forth until we both just slumped, spent, and sated for the moment. The pleasure between us erupts over and over again; so, we take the moments respite while we have the chance.
Our breathing continued to race as we floated back down from the high, we just experienced. My body shivered along with hers as I slid my flaccid cock from inside her tight warmth. Quickly getting up, I moved to the bathroom to clean up and grabbed a warm cloth and towel to take care of my woman. Once we were all cleaned up, we rolled on to our sides, facing each other, our fingers laced together, "you, ok?"
"I am, you?" She asked, smiling as the look of complete satisfaction filled me with a sense of calm and pride at being the one to cause that look – there is nothing about this woman that doesn't make me feel like the most powerful and luckiest man on the planet.
"Never better, beautiful," I nodded watching her, "so, we talked yesterday about getting to know one another better-"
"Yes,"
"Let's get started," I began, "tell me about your life back home, not about your mom because I know all about that-"
"Well, what do you want to know?"
"Did you have many friends, any social life at all, did you have a place you liked to go to get away from it all?"
"I had a couple of friends over the years but nothing that ever lasted long. With mo-Anna being the way, she was I was just too embarrassed to have friends over to the house - I tried my hardest to keep things in the house as tidy as I could but with school-work and then work-work, it wasn't as acceptable as I would want it to be to invite people over-"
I fucking hated that she had to live like that. I am sure what I am picturing is a far cry from just how bad it actually was. To think of her all alone dealing with this - it made my blood boil. Anna had failed her on so many levels that it just tore at my heart. If that woman was in front of me right now, I don't honestly know what I am capable of.
"As far as a social life - I never really had the time. Not until I went to college and met Charleigh. In so many ways I owe that girl my life. I hadn't even really realised that I was drowning until I met her. I don't even know why I let her get closer than anyone else ever had. I guess she is like my guardian angel. She showed me that I had to take care of myself otherwise I would be no help to mo-Anna. And at first that was all I lived for - ensuring that I was available to her, ensuring that she had everything that she needed and then she met Stuart and her entire attitude changed. It was almost as if I became nothing more than a hindrance in her life, a useful hindrance because she still expected me to do all the things that I had been doing but she now also expected me to make myself scarce," how had this amazing woman turned out the way she had?
Without the positive influence of a parent. Without the love and support of a parent. It was as if she hadn't been taught the fundamentals that all parents should instil in their kids.
Dakota was kind. Caring. Loving. Compassionate. Smart. Funny. Supportive. In many ways she had raised herself and taught herself everything that she wanted to be in the world - that was so far beyond impressive that my heart soared with pride in her.
"As far as a place to go to get away from it all - I guess you could say that I spent a lot of time in the local library. I would spend entire days there when Anna wanted the house to herself and whatever man was the flavour of the month. And when Stuart came along - it became more frequent. I have always loved to read - escaping reality into the fantasy worlds of my favourite authors," the heat spread up along her neck and cheeks until she was more flushed than she had been from our joint release.
"If there is one place in the world that you could go, where would it be?" I asked her, stroking my thumb against her pulse point in her wrist.
"Italy. Without a doubt!"
"Why Italy?"
"I don't know - I guess I have always loved Italian food, I love the culture, especially anything to do with the mafia. I love the fact that life seems so laid back there, the country is just stunning, rolling fields and vineyards, snow-capped mountains in the distance, and the language, there is something sexy about the dialect that has always called to me,"
Filing that little piece of information away for a later date. I would make her dreams come true. I would do anything to make her happy. I would do anything to ensure she never regretted taking a chance on us.
One word pulsed inside my head as I thought of all of the ways I could fulfil her deepest desire.
Honeymoon.
I could take her to Italy for our honeymoon. The very thought took me a little by surprise. Yes, I knew that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with this woman, but I had never had any desire to ever get married again. Lauren had tainted the very notion for me but with Dakota by my side - I feel the need to put a ring on that finger. So, everyone would know she was mine. That I owned her.
God I am depraved. Yet, I can't deny how much the idea turned me on.
A Few Hours Later…
Dakota Roth…
Tonight, has been the most incredible night of my life so far. There is something about having sex in your own bed that feels more consuming than having it anywhere else. Almost like it makes everything feel more real. I really hadn't been prepared for that.
After we had mind-blowing sex, we lay in bed and just talked. Getting to know one another before Jeremy suggested watching a movie. While he disappeared upstairs to get some snacks and drinks, I padded across the basement to the small theatre area my dad had built and set up Netflix. My man came back with a huge bowl of popcorn, some ice cream and two huge mugs of hot-chocolate topped with marshmallows. Curling up next to one another, we watched Snoop Dog and Jaimie Foxx run around L.A. hunting Vampires.
Even the small act of watching a movie with this man left a sense of contentment to rise up inside me. It was a feeling that I really hadn't been prepared to feel. And as much as I tried to push my mom's ultimatum out of my head, it would surge back up every now and again - threatening to engulf me in a wave of despair that I feared Jeremy would pick up on. Thankfully, he hasn't - so far.
Once the movie finished, he scooped me up and carried me back to bed where we made love before he fell asleep. I lay in bed my mind a whirling mess of thoughts and emotions that I didn't quite know how to deal with.
Should I tell him about my mom?
Should I just end things with him now?
Should I go upstairs, pack my things up and make a run for it?
I can't lie, that last one feels more appealing than I would ideally like to admit. It's not like I don't have money at my exposal - the clothes I bought barely even made a dent in the savings my father had built for me.
Where would I go?
Would Jeremy come with me? No. That was a foolish idea. There is no way that he would drop everything for me. As much as I feel like what we have is special - I could never ask him to choose. I would never ask him to do that.
I could leave the states.
I could go to Italy. I mean I have always wanted to go there. I have always dreamt of having a beautiful little villa in a small little village surrounded by rolling vineyards and a picturesque view of the sea. Waking up to the baking sun and scents of grapes and maybe fresh baking bread. Spending my days exploring my new surroundings. Maybe even working in the little bakery around the corner from my home. Hell, maybe I would even make some friends.
It is a silly dream. There is nowhere I could run. I know that. I am caught in my mother's clutches, and I know that I have no option but to make my way to that hotel in six days' time.
I have no option but to go home with the woman who has clearly stopped taking her meds altogether. Seeing how far off the reservation she is just makes me sad. All I ever wanted was for my mom to feel better. More in control of her illness and I tried to make concessions for her bipolar. I tried to make myself believe that my mom was somewhere under all those warring emotions inside her. I desperately wanted to believe that the woman she so clearly is, isn't who she really was and that the meds would show her that. Unfortunately, as with many bipolar patients - she didn't believe that there was anything wrong with her and when we did have her on the meds, she insisted that they just dulled everything around her to the point where she didn't even feel like she was living.
Pushing thoughts of my impending doom out of my head, I quietly make my way back down to the basement. My breath locked tightly in my chest as I hoped against all hope that he hadn't woken up in my absence. Earlier he had told me his favourite fantasy - and it was time to give him what he has fantasized about.
Thankfully, he was still spread out on his back, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, the sheets bundled really low on his hips, the exposed skin caught in the slice of moonlight that was bathing the bed in a beautiful ethereal glow.
By the time I made it to the bed, I had removed my panties, which I placed on the bed next to his head and carefully removed the sheet from his legs. I was more than happy to see that he was hard as rock, which of course would make my job much easier. I was already soaked at the mere thought of what I was about to do.
As gently as I could managed, I eased one knee on the bed right next to his hip, then hoisted myself up and over so that I was straddling his hips, holding myself up, I reached back as carefully as I could manage, and given how fucking turned on I am, I should be awarded a fucking medal in restraint, taking his cock in my hand, I positioned him so that he would become wedged between my soaked and swollen lips. Rocking slowly until he was completely coated in my arousal before positioning him right at my tight, greedy hole and sinking down.
Instantly his eyes flew open - taking in the scene before him caused a flash of heat so intense that I was surprised that I didn't combust into flame.
Sitting on his lap as he became fully seated inside me, his eyes drank me in - dressed in the little t-shirt that had been a part of his fantasy. Then his head turned to where I had placed my panties and the accompanying growl that came from him had my moan flying from my mouth loudly, "mmmmmm Uncle Remy, yes, yes, yesssssss!" He looked at me and then to my panties and back again, I nodded to let him know I was on board for what he wanted to do.
"Ahhhhhh sweetheart," he groaned, grabbing the panties, and balling them up before stuffing them into my mouth, "we wouldn't want to wake your daddy!"
"Mmmmmm!" I moaned, shaking my head from side to side.
The look in his eyes was purely feral as his hands gripped my hips to steer me into a rhythm that he was happy with. Every few moments he let his eyes drop down to the sneaking peek of the bottom swell of my tits that jiggled with every thrust he inflicted on my hungry pussy.
"Fuck 'Kota - you have made my dream come true-" the grunt was animalistic at best as I tried to reach for the shirt to pull it off, but he quickly stopped me, "leave it on!" He ordered and I slowly nodded - this was his fantasy, whatever he wanted me to do I would do it.
I know what I am doing - I am ensuring that both of us have enough good memories to last a lifetime because this time next week I will be gone. I will be back in Scotland with a predator and a mother who truly couldn't give a fuck about me.
No more Jeremy.
No more mind-blowing sex.
No more safety.
No more dad.
I tried to block all those thoughts out of my mind, but nothing was working. I was drowning in my sorrow. Suffocating on the pain of what I know is coming and there was no one coming to save me now. I am all alone.
Or I will be all alone.
For now, I am here. I am happy. I am content. I am safe.
Jeremy was watching me closely, his thrusts slowing until we were moving as one. Hard and deep but slow and steady - building a sweat as his hands slid up my sides until he was curling those huge hands around my tits, his fingers grazing the hardened nipples, tugging the hard peaks before soothing the flesh with gentle rubs. Satisfied that they were as sensitive as he could get them, he slid one hand down the centre of my body and I trembled desperately, "you like this baby-girl?"
"Mmhmmmm!" I nodded vigorously and the smile spread over his handsome features.
"Ready for more?" He asked me and all I could do was look at him and slowly nod my head, unsure what he meant by more, but I trust him. I trust him more than I have ever trusted another male, "good-girl. Place your hands on my shoulders, sweetheart!" He ordered, the commanding tone in his voice left me shivering desperately as I followed his instructions. Reaching up, he pulled part of my panties out of my mouth, "fuck me you are sexy!" He growled leaving the small patch of fabric to hang from my mouth as his hands slid back to my ass, parted my cheeks before hammering his hips upwards, hitting a new spot inside me that turned me literally boneless in a single thrust.
"Mmmphhhhhh!" I moaned, my mouth full as he literally jack-hammered me with his powerful hips, hitting that hidden spot inside me again and again, the round hard helmet of his cock rubbing along the spot that could literally leave me seeing stars.
My nails dug into the flesh of his shoulders as my back arched ever so slightly to get a more direct hit of his cock against that spot and instantly my vision crossed and my eyes rolled as my core tightened and fluttered with every calculated stroke of his cock until I could feel that sensation deep inside me, the sensation I had when he made me squirt back in his office that first day we came together.
"Let go baby, I've got you. I am right here. I want you to cum on my big hard dick. Right. Now!" He growled hungrily and as if my pussy was under his command - I released in a wave of liquid heat that squirted out onto his abs as pleasure coursed through my body like a damn live-wire.
"Aggggghhhhhhhh!" I let out a muffled scream as my clit rubbed against his pelvic-bone, sparking another level of my orgasm until my vision literally turned white and I couldn't feel anything other than the relentless nirvana. I knew that my cunt had clamped down around his length and the heat of his own release flooded into me.
The roar he gave out felt like it was a mile away as I fought the pull of complete darkness. Our bodies slammed together in unison as we grunted, moaned and at some point, I am pretty sure I howled as it began to pass and all that was left was two panting and sweating bodies, slumped in sated relief.
Reaching up, Jeremy pulled my panties completely out of my mouth, "thank you baby-girl!"
"You are welcome!" I giggled softly as he placed his lips to my forehead, "I hope it was everything that you imagined-"
"It was and more," the solid band of his arms snaking around me was more comforting than anything else could be in that moment.
As the pleasure bled away, the cold hard truth of what was coming rushed in to take its place and I shivered in fear and helplessness. That is exactly what I felt…
Helpless.
Cornered.
Trapped.
Resigned to my fate. A fate of what I can't get out of my head - rape. Because there is no way that I would ever give myself willingly to Stuart. And I know that there is no way that he will ever take no for an answer.
What the fuck was going to become of me? I dread to even give it thought.