Anonymous Encounters(25)

But all of that is in the past now, blasted into smithereens. Because I  realize that shit yeah, I want danger, and I've got it right here in my  hands. Rachel is my danger, she's a temptress, a true Salome. Just look  how many times she's gotten me to release inside that fertile body,  spurting deep up into her vaginal canal. How many times had I roared my  pleasure, balls high and tight, jerking and pulsing as blast after blast  of male cream filled up that slutty pussy? It was insane, it was  illicit, and the innocent teen had done that to me. She was the wolf  disguised in sheep's clothing, not me.

So I pounded on the door, massive body hard, insistent. I needed to see  her. I've fucked up bad and I needed to explain myself, to make the  brunette see my point of view, and to whisk her out of this shithole.  Rachel deserved better than this, and I was gonna make sure my little  girl got it.

But there was no answer. What the hell?

"Rach," I roared in the hallway. Who the fuck cared if her neighbors  heard? I was here to claim my woman and I didn't give a fuck who knew.  "Rach!" I shouted again.

Still no answer, the apartment absolutely silent. What the fuck? Where  was she? And without thinking twice, I stepped back and with another  enraged roar, went right through the front door. With a crash, the cheap  plywood splintered, shards flying everywhere, my shoulder aching with  the impact. But it was totally worth it because once inside, I saw my  beautiful brunette staring at me from the kitchen, brown eyes wide,  small hands gripping the tile.         

     



 

"Are you insane?" she cried. "Are you totally insane?"

I was on her in a moment.

"You bet I'm insane," I growled, dropping kisses on her any place I  could reach, that sweet pink pout so arousing. "You bet your ass I'm  insane."

But Rachel wasn't having it. The curvy girl struggled in my arms, trying to get away, squirming and squealing.

"Stop, stop!" came her enraged cries, small fists beating my chest and arms. "Stop it asshole!"

It didn't even register. I was so bent on tasting my little girl again,  on getting her hot and heavy, ready for my cock, that I only pulled the  female closer, muscular arms like steel bands around that voluptuous  body.

"Fuck yeah," I ground out. "Daddy likes it when you fight, it makes dick taste so much better afterwards."

That made the female freeze. The plump curves went absolutely still against me, trembling as she breathed heavily.

"Stop Donovan," she commanded, eyes wide although there was a tinge of  lust in the caramel depths. Unbidden, a chuckle rose in my throat. Oh  yeah, baby wanted me, her body was telling me yes even if her words were  no.

"That's right," I ground out, stroking those chestnut curls. "That's  right, do as Daddy says and it's so much better when it comes."

But Rachel wasn't having it. She turned that delicate chin away,  refusing to make eye contact even though we were smashed up against one  another.

"You can't do this Donovan," she whispered raggedly. "You can't do this to me, I won't let you."

I rumbled, this time lowering my head to trail kisses along her neck.

"Naw little girl, Daddy does what he wants," I rasped. "Haven't you  realized that?" I licked along that swan-like curve, a big hand reaching  up to cup a pendulous boob, squeezing firmly, making her inhale  involuntarily. But at that moment my hand stopped because something was  off. A hot drop of liquid had just hit my fist and to my horror, I  realized Rachel was crying.

"What?" I ground out, heart beating so fast in my chest, it almost exploded. "Tell me little girl," I rasped. "Tell me."

But she still wouldn't look at me.

"I won't let you do this to me," she shook her head again stubbornly,  even if her voice came out in a painful whisper. "I won't."

And at that, I knew it was on me. I'd burst in like a fucking bear, I'd  literally wrecked her front door, barreling in like she was mine. And  the thing is that the female did belong to me, but she just didn't know  it yet, and I had to explain.

"Baby girl," I began, voice hoarse in my chest. "I know I didn't do right by you."

At that, her chin flew around, brown eyes blazing.

"You think?" she exclaimed, tears still running down those sweet cheeks. "You think?"

I bowed my head against her shoulder, inhaling that female scent. But  fuck, this was no time for distraction, I had to let her see the real  me.

"Baby girl," I began again. "I was a complete asshole, a total fuckwad. I  deserted you at the Club, and you didn't deserve that. You didn't  deserve to come home and find me gone. It was wrong, I acknowledge  that."

Rachel didn't answer, eyes looking off at a fixed point even if her chin trembled. So I went on.

"Rach," I began again slowly, still holding her close. "I'm fucked up in  so many ways. I've been owning female bodies for more than thirty years  now," I ground out, nodding at her incredulous look. "Yeah, a  forty-five year older fucker like me gets started early, and it's been  decades," I acknowledged, taking a deep breath. "But that's not the  point. The point is that you deserve better, and I want to be that  better. I want to be that better man, I want to leave the anonymous  fucks behind, there's no need for strange pussy or casual encounters in  dark parks, because shit, I want you, you're everything to me."

But she turned to look at me then, eyes blazing.

"Oh really?" she bit out. "Then why did you ditch me the way you did? Why didn't at least say goodbye?"         

     



 

I took a deep breath, closing my eyes for a moment. But this was no time to be a coward, I had to tell her the truth.

"Old habits die hard, sweetheart, and I'm an old dog. Like I said, I've  been fucking women for thirty years now, and that's how I roll. How I  used to roll," I corrected, a rumble coming out of my throat.

She shot me another disbelieving look.

"Oh yeah?" the brunette asked, voice sharp. "So what's changed? And why the hell did you do what you did?"

I took another deep breath, thoughts roiling.

"The thing is," I began slowly. "I thought you were like the others. I  thought that you were just another girl, another warm body to use and  discard. But I was wrong," I added quickly, begging her silently to  understand. "I was absolutely wrong."

The brunette still didn't answer, looking away, standing stiffly in my  arms. Oh shit, oh shit, it wasn't working. My best efforts weren't  working, so I doubled down, rushing ahead.

"The thing is, I didn't know how good I had it," I continued quickly, my  words running into each other. Holy shit, was this really Donovan  Jones, asshole extraordinaire, tripping over himself to explain things  to a girl? Was I so desperate, my heart gone, tripping over my feet to  make things right with a woman?

But the thing is, it was true. If Rachel didn't believe me, if she  didn't forgive me, I had no idea what the hell I was going to do.  There's only one sweet brunette who can make me cream the way she does,  only one girl who's as delicious, as charming, as effortlessly innocent  and curious about the world. I was head over heels, and shit, but all my  defenses dissolved then, all my old habits forgotten because this girl  was my life, what I needed to survive.

So I rushed on ahead.

"The thing is," I began again, deep voice somewhat raspy with pent-up  emotion. "The thing is," I cleared my throat again, "that I thought I  needed danger in my life, you know, with the anonymous fucks and all,  meeting strange women on-line. And I didn't realize that I had all that  with you, that you're more dangerous to me than some random chick."

"Oh really, you didn't realize?" she asked sarcastically, swinging  disbelieving eyes to me. "All those times we met in random places, me  bent over baring my pussy, when you couldn't even see my face? That  wasn't dangerous to you?"

I shook my head.

"Naw, not really honey. A woman's pussy is the most beautiful part of  her body, and I'd risk my life to taste yours, to touch that twat  again." Oh shit, I was getting away from myself already, dick already  ramrod hard from the female's proximity. But there were words to be said  and I had to get them out before losing control, before I got deep in  that pulsing snatch.

"You see," I began again. "You're dangerous to me because never, and I  mean never, have I not used protection. With other women, I always play  it safe, I've got two condoms going, I pull out, I do everything to make  sure that the girl doesn't get a deposit of raw sperm."

That made her turn to look at me with incredulous eyes.

"I don't believe it," she said flatly. "You've been seeding me from Day  One, coming in all my secret spaces. I don't believe it."

I growled impatiently.

"Believe it sweetheart," I ground out with a threatening tone to my  voice. "You're the only woman I've ever come in, the only one with my  cum trailing from all your holes, gulping it up and swallowing. I don't  share," I ground out hotly. "This shit is precious and no one gets it  but you."