Chapter 10
Kason
“Fuck!”
I barreled through the front door of my parents’ house and ran my fingers through my hair. Hanna was absolutely insane! Part of me wanted to tell her parents and her brother what was going on. I was sure this was some sort of harassment that could be dealt with swiftly and easily. Maybe then Hanna’s mother would get her foot out of her ass and stop pressuring her daughter into being the sweet, obedient, stay-at-home wife she was so desperate for her to become.
But holy fuck, Hanna looked good. I mean, she had probably looked that good going off to college, but you could tell that woman went to the gym. Her thighs were defined and strong, and it made my mouth salivate just thinking about how she would squeeze those things around my head while I devoured her until she screamed. And her stomach. Oh, god. She had this bit of excess behind her belly button that would fit perfectly in the palms of my hands. God, I’d sink my teeth into it and mark every inch of it while my fingertips pressed down into her hips, keeping her steady while bruises and teeth marks shone in the darkness of her house.
And fuck, those tits. God, they had been bursting forth from that cute little orange bra she’d had on. They would be more than handfuls, and my dick was pulsing just thinking about them against me. Yesterday, I’d felt her hard nipples puckering against my shirt, but fuck, they’d feel so damn good pressed against my skin. I’d lick and suck on those bad boys while I fingered that tight little pussy of hers, and if she was a good girl, I’d make her fall over the edge time and time again without my tongue ever touching the throbbing clit I knew was sitting between her legs.
When she had straddled me, I had smelled all of her. Her tongue and her lips had been so sweet, but the salty twinge in the air that had wafted from her panties had hardened my dick against her thigh. Never had I been so entranced by the scent of a woman. If I’d had it my way, I would’ve thrown her down onto that bed, ripped her panties to shreds, and licked up every dripping drop of her juices until she was so fraught with pleasure that she passed out. Hanna had turned into a vivacious, intelligent, and fucking sexy woman, but there was just one hiccup she couldn’t get past.
She wanted to get pregnant, and I refused to ruin her life like that.
My cock pressed achingly hard into the fabric of my pants, and when I looked down, I saw a wet stain appear on the front.
I groaned. “Of course.”
She was an absolute lunatic if she thought I was going to get her pregnant. First of all, I didn’t want to be a fucking father, but if I did, I sure as hell wouldn’t abandon the kid and its mother. Fuck that nonsense. I saw enough of that in my own world: men paying off women every month while they went on with their lives after ruining the life of another. Sure, I slept with every beautiful woman I could find, and yeah, I liked my parties and booze and sleazy blowjobs, but there was no way in hell any woman carrying my child would be abandoned.
Not a chance in hell.
Plus, she hadn’t even graduated yet! If she got pregnant now, she’d fucking work her internship as my secretary and, god, I’d probably want to bend her growing body—round with my child—over my fucking desk time and time again. I’d get no work done because all I would do was smell her overactive libido while she was trying to work, and then she’d be a mother before she graduated college.
What kind of crazy-ass bullshit was that?
I stormed up the steps with my pants tented and busted into the bathroom. I had to find a way to calm myself down, and I needed to get rid of this throbbing issue between my legs. I peeled my clothes off and tossed them onto the floor. Then I ran the hottest shower I could stand. I didn’t want a cold shower—that would result in my balls hanging low with want until I had some preteen wet dream about her tits. I was going to take a hot shower, imagine my face planted in every part of her body, and then I was going to come all over the walls of this bathroom while her name dripped from my lips.
If I couldn’t have her in real life, I could have her in my fantasies.
I soaked my skin with water before I ran my hands through my hair. I just couldn't get over how crazy Hanna sounded. I knew how headstrong she was, and it frightened me that I knew she wouldn’t let this go. She’d sunk her head into the idea of being a single mother with a career and a child fathered by me, and I had no fucking clue as to why.
“Damn, Hanna,” I whispered.
I leaned my forearm against the shower wall and placed my forehead on it. Then I wrapped my hand around the base of my cock. I closed my eyes and thought about that beautiful pussy being spread open for me, like a dinner buffet at the country club, and I slowly began to pump my thick dick. I bit into my arm as I thought about how she would taste and all the juices that would come tumbling out of her because of how well I’d lick that clit. I thought about the way she would run her fingers through my hair and how her thighs would clench around my ears. My dick leaked with wanton lust as I groaned against my arm.
I thought about how angry she would be when I backed off just as she was about to come. She’d pound her fists against the bed and lose all control of her body. She’d beg me and tell me what a bad boy I was being and how I deserved to be punished. She’d rip away from my lips and pull me up onto the bed. Then she’d sit that fat pussy on my face and force me to eat my punishment.
I groaned. “Good fuck, Hanna.”
I pumped my hand faster as my dick leaked thick streams of cum from its tip. I thought about how she would ride my face, covering it with her glistening silk as she panted and groaned with pleasure. I thought about how my fingertips would sink into the meat of her thighs, leaving bruises so deep my fingerprints could be identified.
“Oh,” I whimpered.
I thought about how she would feel wrapped around my dick, with those lip-glossed lips leaving sparkling trails behind while I choked her with my thick cock. I thought about how those doe eyes would look up at me, begging me for more while my balls drew up into my body. I thought about wrapping my hands in her hair and fucking that sweet little face, ruining her body for any other man who might come along and want a taste of what she had to give.
“Hanna. Oh…Hanna,” I grunted.
My balls pull up into my body in the shower as I thought about my dick sinking deep into her body. I thought about the claw marks I knew she’d leave on my back and the bite marks I’d leave in the crook of her neck. I thought about what it would sound like for her to wail my name out in pleasure while her pussy milked my rock-hard cock for everything it was worth.
“Such a greedy little girl,” I growled.
I squeezed my hand around my cock one last time and shot my essence onto the shower wall. As I did, her name dripped from my lips as I imagined pouring myself inside her. I imagined her whimpering and shaking with desperation, exhausted from the orgasm that had shot through her body, while her chest glistened with a sheen of sweat and my own beads dripped onto her forehead.
“Fuck, Hanna,” I said.
My god, she would’ve been so sweet and so adventurous to have in bed. She would’ve tasted like succulent honey, and her pussy would’ve squeezed me in a way no other woman ever had. I would’ve ruined her, but she would’ve ruined me just as much in return.
I slid down to my knees and twisted so my back was pressed against the shower wall. As the hot water continued to beat down on my body, there was only one thing I could think.
I had to have Hanna.
I had to have her, and I had to find a way I could do that without getting her pregnant in the process.