Chapter Eleven
Dwayne closed his eyes as Charity took his cock to the back of her throat and then pulled out until only the tip remained. He didn’t know what to fucking do. He was so close, but he didn’t want to blow just yet. She’d been wanting to suck his cock for a few days now, and he’d been putting her off. Not because he didn’t want her lips around his dick, but because he didn’t know if he’d be able to last with his dick in her mouth.
She moaned, and he gripped the chair that he sat on as the vibration traveled up his dick. Some program that they’d been watching played in the background, and he didn’t give a shit what was going on. All he cared about was how good her lips felt. He was so close to coming.
You’re not a damn teenager.
Running his fingers in her hair, he pumped into her mouth.
When he heard her gag, he eased back, not wanting her to be put off by his desperate need. Her hand covered his cock, and he watched her build up a pace, working his dick at the same time as sucking on him, her lips taking more and more of his cock, her fingers slick from her own saliva.
One, two, three, four, five, six.
Don’t blow.
Think of something.
Not her pussy.
Damn, I want to taste her pussy.
It was that time of the month, so she wouldn’t let him. She’d started this morning as it had been an interesting trip to the grocery store. He didn’t have a clue what he was looking for, and before he’d allow her to move on, he read every single box to understand what she needed in case she ever needed any. A couple of women had stood and watched him. All the time he asked questions, Charity was so embarrassed, but he didn’t mind. Some men were freaked out by menstruation, but not him. It was natural, like breastfeeding.
Fuck!
He shouldn’t think about that. The thought of Charity, pregnant, her tits leaking milk. Yeah, he was seriously fucking disturbed.
She did that moaning thing again, and he just couldn’t contain himself.
“I’m going to come,” he said.
Charity didn’t pull away, and he couldn’t stop it. He came.
“Charity, fuck, baby.” He closed his eyes, the pleasure gripping him as wave upon wave of his cum filled her mouth.
He felt her swallow, and as he opened his eyes, he saw her as she took every single drop of his cum. It was so sexy to watch, and when she finished, he was too sensitive for her to touch, and he pulled away, taking hold of her face and kissing her. He didn’t care that he tasted himself.
He wanted to kiss her.
“I did it right?” she asked, when he trailed his lips down her neck.
“Hell, yeah. You did it right. I want to fuck you so bad.”
“Not long. A couple more days.”
He groaned but didn’t press the issue. Yes, he was twisted enough to see if they could fuck while she was on her period. They totally could, but some of the boards he’d read were not that promising.
He wasn’t about to tell Charity all the things he checked since she’d moved in with him. They’d been living together now for about a month now. During that time, she’d gone to visit her parents a couple of times. After the first, not so successful visit, he’d opted to stay at home so she wasn’t embarrassed.
Dwayne didn’t like her being away from home. He enjoyed having her around the house, watching her cook, smile, and just be herself. There were moments when that happiness would fade, and he knew without a doubt what she was thinking. She would always apologize, which again, he hated. She didn’t need to apologize for anything.
“I liked that,” she said, sitting in his lap. Her head resting against his chest. “Any news on the missing bodies?”
Since she moved in with him, he made a vow to never keep anything from her so she was always prepared for the worst. She was now named in his will, and he’d also made both of his uncles agree that she’d be taken care of, no matter what. He wouldn’t allow anything to happen to her, not even for a second.
Planning for the worst was something he’d gotten into years ago.
A week ago, there had been another body uncovered not too far from where he used to bury his own. Caleb and Beast wanted him to move the bodies that he killed fifteen years ago, but he refused. Told them they could, by all means, go and do it themselves. Dwayne wasn’t convinced this guy was anything more than an opportunist. The place he put bodies was a really good hiding spot. The guy wasn’t dumping them in the same spot twice, and he was using different forests as Williams, their police informant, had let him know. It was so notorious for animal attacks and hikers getting lost that it had been closed off from the public from entering.
He’d been there many times himself when he was much younger, and yes, there were wolves, but with a couple of guns, they never attacked, and of course, he sometimes used to feed them. A quality steak per dig kept the wolves at bay.
“There’s security footage that I went back and set up near the drop zone, and I’ve been able to see his back.” He was not about to tell her that the ink on the guy’s neck was from a notorious gang known on the streets for pimping women, raping them, allowing men to kill them, and recording it. He’d been investigating the gang for some time as a complaint via Williams, who had asked for help.
Girls as young as fifteen were going missing. Most of them were suspected runaways, but it would seem the woods wasn’t the only place that was getting dead bodies to appear. They were cropping all over the city, women facedown in the water, the marks and abuse on their bodies making clear that they hadn’t been having fun prior to the attack.
“I hope this matter can be resolved quickly. I don’t like the thought of anyone breaking bodies, or hurting anyone, you know. It scares me.”
He kissed her lips. “You’ve got nothing to worry about, baby. I will always take care of you.”
“I know.” She was about to say something else, he saw it clearly, but then she pressed her lips together and forced a smile, dropping her head back down onto his chest.
He wanted her to talk to him. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell her that he loved her, but each time, the moment didn’t seem to be fucking right, and it was killing him.
****
Charity stared across the street. The doors in her car were all locked, and she only wished that the windows were bulletproof. This part of the city was never on the brochures. Women walked around semi-naked, men with their dicks hanging out. The scent of sewage backed up heavy in the air, so much so that it turned her stomach.
It had been several months since Dwayne had come for her. He’d stormed that bar, killed those men, and then taken her home.
She gripped the steering wheel tightly, hating the sickness that rolled through her. She couldn’t bring herself to drive away.
In the past few months it had been surreal. She’d graduated and was now living with Dwayne. She had even begun applying for work, which he told her she didn’t need to do, but she didn’t want to spend all the time at home doing nothing. She was a woman who wanted to work, or at least occupy herself while Dwayne was out of the house.
She knew what he did on a regular basis, and, being home while he was putting his life at risk, she would go insane.
He was her life.
Her parents had wanted her to move back home, but she refused. She didn’t want to go back home. The last time she visited them she told them she loved Dwayne. Of course, they didn’t think it was love but had to do with the fact that he’d come for her when no one else did. They didn’t seem to understand that she’d been falling in love with him for a long time.
Yes, he was a monster.
Yes, he killed people.
He was so many bad things rolled into one package, but she knew the real man. Not the man that could kill a dozen people without caring. She knew he was a good man, someone who at times had nightmares about his past.
She was pleased his father was dead as she’d woken up the other night to hear Dwayne whimpering, begging for him to stop, twitching in such a way that she knew he was being whipped in the dream. It had broken her heart to witness. When she finally got him awake, he’d held her tightly, kissing her, and it wasn’t long before he was making love to her. She’d been able to chase the nightmares away for him, and it had twisted her heart so much.
There was a knock at her window, and she gasped as she looked up to see Dwayne by her passenger window. Flicking open the locks, he climbed inside, taking a seat beside her.
“What are we doing?” he asked.
“How did you know where I was?”
“I put a tracker on your cell phone, car, and also in your bag so I know where you are at all times.”
“Holy crap! Like, really!” She turned to look at him, not sure if she was happy or angry at him.
“Yes, I told you I’d do whatever I could to protect you. You also have a guard, but seeing as you didn’t see him, I’m not telling you who he is.”
She couldn’t believe he was saying this, but she didn’t argue.
“So, why are you here?” he asked.
Charity laughed. “Believe it or not, it’s the exact day of the month you came for me.”
“I know, which is why I got you this.” He held out a small velvet box, and her heart started to pound.
“I didn’t get you anything.”
“Finding you is all the gift I need.”
She opened the box, and there was a ring nestled in the dark fabric. She didn’t know what to say. It was so beautiful.
“I was hoping you’d consider marrying me, Charity. I did have a big dinner planned. A fancy restaurant, nice wine, we could talk, but then … you didn’t come home, and you came here.”
“You want to marry me?”
“I’m in love with you, Charity. Have been for a long time now. I know I’m not the most ideal person to have as a husband, but I promise you that there will never be another woman for me. I love you more than anything in the world, and if you give me the chance, I know I’ll be here for you, always. You’ll want for nothing in your life.”
“Yes,” she said.
“What?”
“I said yes.”
“But, I have dinner set up at home.”
“I don’t care. I love you too.” She reached over and caressed his face. “So much, I love you.” She chuckled. “Even if this isn’t the most romantic place, to me it’s perfect.”
“A good memory from a bad place?” he asked.
“Yes. I’ll always remember this moment, no matter what.”
He sank his fingers into her hair and kissed her hard. She melted against him, knowing that it didn’t matter if he was the worst romantic in the world. Dwayne made her feel alive. He gave her so much, and there was no way she was ever going to let that feeling go, not even for a second.
****
Charity released a gasp, and Dwayne smiled as he spread the cheeks of her ass. All day long he’d been tasting cakes, and even though he’d picked the lemon cake, she’d gone for the vanilla. Of course, both cakes tasted amazing together, and as his treat for allowing her to join the two together, he’d asked to take her ass, the only place he’d not been allowed to go.
Of course, he’d been prepping her for this for a few weeks now, maybe even longer, but he couldn’t get enough of her ass. Today had been a good day. He, Beast, and Caleb had a meeting with the leader of the gang he’d recognized from the footage of the gravesite that he’d secretly installed and didn’t allow the police to see. They were known for killing people and burying them. Striking a deal meant they were going to take care of the man bringing heat from the law enforcement.
She moaned as he slid his fingers down the seam of her ass, pressing against her little asshole. Grabbing the lube, he slicked up her anus, coating his fingers to coat her puckered hole.
The tight ring of muscles kept him out, but he pushed past to fill her ass. She cried out, and he thrust his finger in and out of her, spreading her open. It wasn’t long before he added a second finger and started to stretch her out even more.
“You want my dick, baby?” he asked.
“Will it fit? I know how big you are.”
He chuckled. “We’ll take it slow.”
His cock was already covered in a condom and slicked up with lube. Putting the tip against her ass, he pulled out his fingers and, holding his length, he began to press against her ass.
Her hands gripped the sheet beneath her. The glint of the ring he’d given her caught his attention.
Charity belonged to him, and their wedding prep was going really well. Caleb and Beast had been surprised by his announcement. Of course, Hope and Faith had soon taken Charity under their wings, and been more than happy to help with the wedding prep. While she was focused on getting married, he didn’t have to worry about her wanting to take a job. Of course, there would come a time when she’d want to go out to work, but for now, he was happy keeping her close.
Once he got past those tight muscles, she gasped, and her hand lifted for him to stop, and she whimpered. He stroked her back, giving her time to get accustomed to his dick in her ass.
Slowly, her hand lowered, and inch by inch, he thrust inside her. It took all of his control not to fuck her hard and to take her ass, claiming her completely as his woman. He wouldn’t hurt her though. He couldn’t hurt her.
Seated to the hilt in her ass, he gripped her hips, holding her tight against him, giving her a few seconds.
“You have no idea how hot this is, seeing your ass open, taking my cock. How does it feel?”
“Weird, good, bad, I don’t know. It’s … I don’t want you to stop.”
“Good, because I have no intention of stopping.” He slowly eased out of her ass until only the tip of him was inside her.
When he thrust back inside, they both cried out together.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he said.
“Yes, yes.” She reached back, and he caught her hand, holding her as he took her ass, thrusting in deeply, watching his cock as she opened up around his dick. Holding both of her hands at the base of her back, he reached between her thighs and started to stroke her clit. “Oh, my.”
“Fuck, yeah, baby, I want you to scream for me. Don’t hold back. Give me everything that you’ve got. You like that?”
“Yeah.”
He slid his fingers down into her pussy before drawing them back to tease her clit. He wanted to hear her scream for him. Kissing her neck, he felt her ass squeezing him. Closing his eyes, he focused on her, wanting to hear her come, to hear her scream before he even thought about his own pleasure.
Her orgasm built, and he didn’t rush it, stroking her clit, building up the pleasure until she screamed his name, moaning, whimpering, thrusting back against his cock. While she was coming, he began to thrust inside her. He kept on teasing her clit at the same time as riding her ass.
Her asshole tightened around him, his own pleasure building. When he brought her down from her release, he cupped her hips and started to thrust, taking her just a little harder, going a little deeper each time until he was sliding balls deep within her, keeping her in place, holding her steady as he fucked her. He couldn’t get enough of her curves, her body. He wanted to own every single inch of her. To claim her as his always.
Soon, you will.
She’ll have your name.
Your kid.
Everything.
“I love you, Charity. So fucking much,” he said.
“I love you too. More than anything in the world.”
It was those words that threw him over the edge, and he came with a growl, pumping his cum into the condom, and holding her close as he did.