I turned off the TV, suddenly distracted by the loud noises blaring from it. It was unlike me. Usually I always had it on, but it was interfering with my thoughts. I wanted them clear for her.

“You okay?” I asked her, and she tore her eyes away from the now black screen. “Is there something wrong?”

“Just… Someone I used to know.” She shook her head in what looked like disbelief. “Just weird hearing that.”

“The suicide guy?” I asked, sitting down next to her. I pulled my shirt off and dropped it on the floor. The AC was just starting up and it felt hot in the house.

Sapphire’s eyes danced over my body and she crawled closer to me on the couch. Suddenly, she was in my arms, her ass firmly in my lap. I felt my cock stirring and wished I could calm the fuck down. I didn’t want to push her, ever, especially after she’d already had a meltdown that day.

“Talk to me,” I said, my hands touching to her thighs and resting dangerously close to the hem of her pretty pink dress. “Tell me about that guy.”

She looked right at me, her pretty eyes focused on mine.

“I knew him for a long time,” she admitted.

“You’re only eighteen,” I reminded her, tugging on a long strand of hair. I loved that it was back to blonde, had hated the purple with a passion.

“Since I was a kid,” she whispered. “A baby, really. My parents were friends with him, and then he was a teacher at my school when I was older.”

“Bad memories?” She seemed tense when I talked about him.

She kept looking at me as she nodded. “He… he raped me. When I was a kid. He tried when I was older, too.”

I nearly jumped off the couch, and her words left my head pounding. I tried to understand what she was saying, at the same time convincing myself the guy was dead now, there was nothing I could do. But still, knowing all the shit this poor girl had been through drove me crazy. I wanted to help her. I wanted to make her whole again.

“And now he’s dead,” she said softly when I didn’t respond. “I guess that’s it, then.”

“He killed himself,” I repeated what we’d heard on TV, and she nodded.

“He had a family,” she whispered. “Last time I saw him. He had kids.”

“Would you like to get in touch?” I asked awkwardly, and she shook her head over and over again. “Did you ever press charges? Tell anyone?”

“I only told…” She swallowed, her pretty throat stretching. “I only told King.”

I wanted to tell her if she’d told me, I would’ve fucking done something about it, unlike her jackass of a boyfriend.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

She nodded tentatively, and I held my legs up, making her slide lower on my lap. She giggled with her mouth inches away from mine.

“I want to kiss you now, Sapphire Rose,” I told her roughly. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah,” she replied breathlessly. “I think that would be okay. I want you to…”

So I did.

She tasted like Coke again, sweet and young. It was so hot in the room suddenly, it felt like our kiss was melting me.

She left her hands in her lap, a demure, pretty little sight when I looked down.

“Are you scared of me?” I asked her softly, and she shook her head, her forehead on mine.

“No,” she said. “I’m not, I promise.”

“You’ve barely touched me,” I told her. “I thought… Sorry, I thought we fucking, I don’t know, had something. Earlier. Before you left him.”

“Yeah,” she whispered. “I thought so too.”

My heart fucking pounded. I wanted to lift her off her feet and fuck her against the wall, because we both knew she’d love it.

“If you want to go, it’s fine,” I said instead, like a damn jackass. My voice was rough again. “I can help you out.”

“No.” She pulled away, gave me an annoyed look. “I thought it was okay if I stayed.”

“It is,” I growled. “But you’re driving me fucking crazy, Sapph.”

“Why?” Her voice was soft and she ground her pussy against my lap. I moaned for her, feeling my cock straining against my jeans.

“Don’t,” I warned her. “Don’t do that, pretty girl, or I’ll do something we’ll both regret.”

“Maybe you should,” she said into my ear, and my grip on her legs tightened. “Maybe you should at least try.”

“I don’t want to push you,” I said back, her lips leaving a fleeting kiss against mine.

So young, but she was such a fucking temptress. He’d taught her well, or maybe it had simply been inside her all along. And I wanted her. God, I fucking wanted her so bad. I needed her tight little body, needed her sweet cunt, needed her ass. I especially needed her mouth, breathing my name against mine as I made her come over and over again.

“Be a good girl for me,” I told her, and it was her turn to whimper. I’d have to remember what those two words did to my pretty girl.

She took her hair in one hand and raised it off the nape of her neck, fanning herself.

“It’s hot,” she complained. “Blow on me.”

I grinned and blew on her skin. Her hair was sticking to her collarbones, and I saw sweat beading in the hollow of her neck. She made me go fucking primal. It was all instinct when I was with her, raw, primal instinct telling me to make her fucking mine, fuck her raw until she was fucking pregnant.

I closed my eyes tightly, trying to ignore the thought. I’d never had that before, never with Sapphire or any other girl. But now it was so fucking obvious what I wanted. I wanted to claim her, all of her. I wanted to fuck her full, and then keep trying until her belly swelled and her womb was full of me. I felt like a nasty pervert thinking about it like that.

“Felix,” she said softly, and I turned my eyes to hers. “You stopped blowing.”

I grabbed her, hands under her ass. Her legs wrapped around mine as I took her in the bathroom, stripped her of that fucking dress and her panties. She wasn’t wearing a bra.

She pulled my jeans down in such a hurry she whimpered, because they wouldn’t come off faster. And then I was pushing her in the shower, turning the water to ice cold, and pinning her against the wall, the water beating down my back as my mouth went to work on hers.

She was amazing. She was better than ever before, and my mouth couldn’t get enough of her. I kept thrusting against her, my hips pushing against her crotch, so fucking desperate to be inside her. But she was too short.

I raised her up and she laughed out loud. My cock was probing at her pussy, and the water was the only thing I could hear besides her soft little moans. I wanted to be inside her. I wanted to fuck her so badly.

“Open yourself for me,” I growled at her, and her shaky fingers left my hair and opened those pretty pussy lips for my cock.

I was inside her in seconds and she mewled as I fucked her against the tiles. She mewled, and then begged, and then whispered sweet dirty little things as I fucked her pussy, completely forgetting about her injury, because she kept begging me to go on.

Blinded by the water, I couldn’t see shit. But I could feel it all.

The hot droplets of sweat sliding down my front, cold water beating down my back.

Sweet little Sapph breathing into my mouth, begging, begging, always begging for me. For my cum.

She felt insanely tight, and I couldn’t let go.

“Please,” she whispered. “I want you, I want you inside me, Felix, keep fucking me, I want you so much, only you can make it better.”

I groaned and fucked her with no mercy, but with all the feelings I had for her instead.

I didn’t fucking know how to describe them, but I knew I’d never fucked a girl like that. Like she was everything to me…

“Felix,” she cried out. “Please, I want you to come, please, you have to.”

She’d begged like that before, when I was playing with her and her man. But never with my name. And hearing it on her lips drove me fucking crazy. I wanted her. I wanted my cum inside her.

“Pretty girl,” I breathed down her neck. “Little bit longer baby, please. I want to feel you some more, I want to stretch you.”

She cried, soft little sounds as I pounded her, yet she wouldn’t let me stop.

Every time I tried, too scared I was hurting her, bruising that sweet snatch, she scratched my back and urged me to go on. So I fucking did, until she was shuddering and jerking and coming all over my cock.

I felt the wetness despite the water, felt her leaking all over my cock.

“Did you squirt, pretty baby?” I asked her, my needy mouth latching onto her neck. “Did you fucking squirt for me?”

She could only cry in response, and her body went slack in my arms, but I had to keep fucking her. It was impossible to stop.

I remembered the little pills she took every night, the birth control she was on, for some strange fucking reason. And I really fucking wished she wasn’t on them, because I wanted to fill her the fuck up, and have it grow in her womb. Our baby. Because she was my fucking woman, and I would’ve done anything in the world to prove it.

I wanted her so much it hurt. I wanted her even more when she was in my arms, knowing she was mine. I wanted to own every piece of that beautifully broken mind of hers. And I wanted to know it all, all her stories. Everything about her. I wanted her to be just mine, owned completely. Owned forever.

“Beg for it,” I told her. “Beg for my cum inside you, baby.”

“Please,” she choked on a sob. “Please, Felix, fill me up, make it feel better, keep coming inside me, that’s all I want, all I want is you, please…”

I came with her name on my lips, and I fucked her so deep she let out a little squeal. I kept my cock there, inside her pussy, as deep as it fucking went. And I creamed her pussy like that, all over her, coming so much I had to lean my forehead against the shower tiles and breathe slowly, while my cock was still exploding inside her.

She was shaking so much in my arms, and only after several long minutes I realized how cold the shower really was.

I held her in my arms as I turned the water off, and I carried her out into the bathroom. She felt sweet and tender as I put her down, and my cum spilled down her legs.

She looked down, and then back at me. And she smiled.

I was fucking in love with the girl, and the worst part was, I wanted her to know.

I wiped her down with a clean towel, and before she could object, I picked her up again. She giggled as I carried her back into the bedroom, setting her down on the bed like she was a doll, carefully, oh so carefully.

“Pretty girl,” I whispered as I lay down next to her, covering her shivering body with mine. “Sapphire…”

“Thank you,” she said against my lips, and I bit her bottom lip gently. She giggled.

“I’m in fucking love with you, Sapphire Rose,” I growled against her mouth, and her pretty body froze.

She wiggled after a few moments, but I pinned her down.

“No,” I told her roughly. “No getting away from that, Sapph. It is what it fucking is.”

“Okay,” she whispered. “You… like me?”

“No,” I grunted. “I love you, you spoiled little brat. Just had to hear me say it, didn’t you?”

She giggled and kissed me. Soft, sweet. And then she stuck her tongue inside my mouth and I bit her.

She nearly fell off the bed laughing.

“So what do you think about that?” I finally asked her. “What I just told you?”

She looked at me with those pretty baby blues.

“I think it’s good,” she said solemnly. “I think it’s very, very good, that you love me.”