His Nasty Virgin

When we got back to my brother’s, he was outside waiting for me. His face was completely masked, not a single fucking emotion visible. I met his gaze evenly, knowing he wanted to talk to me. “Let me get her to our room, and I’ll come down to your office,” I told him.Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

He nodded once and spun around on his heel, executing a perfect about-face before he strode into the house, leaving the door open for me. I led Juliana up to our room and shut the door behind me. I cupped her face in my hands, leaning down to plant a soft kiss on her lips. “Get a shower,” I told her. “I’ll be back shortly, and I’ll take care of you,” I promised.

She nodded. I released her and waited until she was in the bathroom before I strode out of the room. I looked at the guard positioned outside. “No one enters without my permission.” He nodded. “If she leaves the room, I am to be notified immediately.” I didn’t think she would, but I wouldn’t take a single chance.

“Yes, sir.”

I stormed away to my brother’s office. I didn’t bother knocking before I barged into his office. He was standing in the center of the room, his arms crossed over his chest with his sleeves rolled up to elbows to reveal his tattooed forearms.

“Explain to me what the fuck happened,” he ordered.

So, I did. I told him how I’d been walking to the restaurant, wanting Juliana to get some exercise in. I explained how the man came out of nowhere, ordering me to follow him into the alley. When I told James how he said he was ordered to do a job, he clenched his jaw, his eyes darkening, his careful mask slipping.

“We’ll kill whoever the fuck put a target on your head,” he growled.

“Not if I do it first,” I reminded him. “I might have been locked up for ten fucking years, James, but I’m still the same man I was before I went inside. Don’t forget that.”

He nodded once. I knew he hadn’t, but I felt the need to remind him of who I was and what I was capable of.

“In the meantime, you don’t go anywhere without protection.” I gritted my teeth. “I’d advise you to stay as close to this place as possible, especially with Juliana.”

I nodded once. “Are we done here?” I asked him, needing to get back to Juliana. It had been a rough, draining day for her.

He nodded. “Be available,” he ordered.

“Got it.”

I walked out of the office and went back to my room where I knew my sweet woman was waiting on me to come take care of her like I had promised her I would.

~*~*~

Juliana was still in the shower when I got back to the room. Her body was glistening under the water, and I stood, momentarily transfixed as I watched her let the water run over her curvy body.

I grabbed the small, square box from my pocket and set it on the bathroom counter before I quietly undressed. I then took the silver anklet from its box. The diamonds on it glistened in the light, and it held a single, dangling charm with the letters LG for a little girl.

Because that’s what she was.

I stepped into the shower behind her and slid my arms around her, letting my cock rest between her ass cheeks. She moaned low in her throat. I pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “Got something for you,” I rasped.

She slowly opened her eyes. I dangled the anklet in front of her face. A soft gasp left her lips as she stared at it. Tears welled in her eyes. “It’s perfect,” she whispered. My heart clenched in my chest at the sound of her voice. I never wanted to get used to it. I wanted to always be surprised and affected by the low, throaty sound of her voice.

“Nothing but the best for my little girl,” I rumbled as I pressed openmouthed kisses to her jaw. Then, I knelt on the floor in front of her and latched the anklet around her ankle. It fits perfectly.

Then, I began pressing hot kisses to her trembling thighs, using my hands to coax her thighs apart. “Who do you belong to?” I asked her, my voice rough.

I inhaled deeply as the scent of her sex hit me fucking hard. I knew by that alone that she was fucking soaked for me.

“You, Daddy,” she moaned.

Fuck, that name. That goddamn name was going to be the death of me.

I slid my fingers along her slit. Her entire body shook as she cried out, her nails biting into my shoulders to hold herself up. “Whose pussy is this?” I growled.

“Yours,” she moaned.

“Yours what?” I demanded, withdrawing my hand. “Yours, Daddy,” she cried. “It’s all fucking yours.”

I plunged two fingers inside of her. Her walls clutched around me, momentarily strangling my fingers, but that didn’t stop me. I stood up and wrapped my hand around the bottom of her throat. I watched her face, making sure I didn’t freak her out.

Her lips parted, and her legs spread wider as I quickened the pace of my fingers, curling them just right. “Daddy,” she whimpered, her entire body shaking. I tightened my grip on her. She moaned. “Daddy, please,” she cried.

“What do you need, little girl?” I growled. “Tell Daddy what you need.”

“I need,” she panted, “I need to cum.”

I spun her around to face the shower wall. I then gripped her hips and yanked her back so she bent slightly. Using my foot, I pushed her feet further apart before I buried myself deep inside of her. She screamed, her hands flattening on the wall. “Do not fucking come,” I snarled, my hands running over her body. She sobbed.

“I need to,” she begged.

“Not yet,” I told her. “Good girls get rewarded, baby girl. Remember that.”

She whimpered. I thrust into her hard and fast, locking my left arm beneath her belly when her knees threatened to give out on her. She was crying, whimpering pleas and begs to cum spilling from her lips, but I continuously denied her, edging her. I kept tipping her so close to that edge before changing it all up, drawing her away from it again.

“Daddy, please!” she begged, slamming her hands against the wall. I grinned at the sight. My quiet, meek little girl was firing up. “Stop torturing me.”

I wrapped my hand around her throat and yanked her up so her back was pressed to my abdomen. I never stopped fucking her. “I haven’t tortured you yet, little girl,” I rasped. She moaned. I slid my hand down to her clit, my other hand still wrapped around her throat. She screamed when

I circled her clit, and I pulled away before she could tip over that sinfully beautiful edge. “Remember, I collared you,” I growled into her ear. “I control when you get to cum all over my cock,” I rasped, biting her earlobe. “I fucking own you.”

“I know, Daddy,” she cried, hot tears rolling down her cheeks. “Please,” she stuttered.

Her tears were my undoing.

I circled her clit and fucked her faster. “Now,” I whispered.