She was so elegant when talking about her past. I could still see the pain she hid, but then she lit up for a moment. “Gran sent me money when I moved to Texas. I lived in a hotel for three months. Got a superb job and worked my way up from nothing. It was hard, lonely, and I eventually went to a great therapist. Once everything settled in court, I stayed out of Bradford, and Gran visited me in Texas a lot. Well, the last time she visited, she came on my birthday,” she explained.

  I held her as if our lives depend on it. I turned to face her and kissed her on her forehead. “Can I kiss you again?”

  “Yes, please.”

  I kissed her first on her lips. “Are you wearing anything under the clothes?

  She nodded. “Can I take off the pants and shirt?” She nodded again.

  “Words, Rae. I need to hear the words.”

  “Yes,” she said, taking a deep breath and releasing, “you may take off the clothes.” So, I did. First, I removed the shirt. As I did, I kissed her fingers, trailing all the way to her arms, to her shoulder, then to her neck. Then, on the other side. Back at her neck, I went from her neck to her breastbone, to the outline of the bra, down to her belly button. I kissed every scar. She giggled.

  “What’s so funny?” I whispered.

  “Your beard tickles.” She laughed again. Music to my ears.

  I kissed where her nipples should be on her bra. All the way back down to the seam of her pants. I went back to her heart, kissing and trailing more kisses back to the seams. Then, I removed the pants. Starting from her toes, going to her ankles, all the way to the string of the thong she was wearing. I repeated the same on her other leg. Once back to her the string of her thong, I followed the scars into her thong, never removing it, only kissing the outer layer. I inhaled her essence, and she smelled like me, but her pheromones were screaming. I licked the thong where her button should be, and she rocked her hips, pushing back, showing she wanted more.

  “Do you like that, baby girl?” I asked her.

  “Yes, more, please.” She moaned.

  Her body danced as I licked the thong, pressing my tongue into the fabric and teasing the inner layers. Spreading her legs, I dove in. She wrapped her legs around my neck, and with both hands, I pulled her closer, holding her at her waist. She rocked into me, and my tongue moved the fabric so I could taste her.

  “Can I remove this pesty thong, Raelynn?” I asked. I was desperate for more. I wanted her pleasure to be what put her to sleep. I wanted to be the reason she got the best sleep of her life.

  “Yes, sir.” She’s so obedient. How could anyone hurt her?

  “It doesn’t bother you that you could be my daughter?”

  “No, daddy.” With that, I ripped her sorry excuse of panties off, and feasted on her womanhood as if it were my last meal. I moved one hand to reach between and flick her clit as I assaulted her with my tongue. Penetrating the tight hole and thrusting in and out. Then, on my other hand, I removed her legs, and tell her, “Don’t move. Pick your safe word now. If you need to stop, tell me the word.”

  “Minion.”

  “If it’s too much, you are to say minion. Got it?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Say it again.” I demanded.

  “Minion, daddy.” She obeyed.

  Fuck. My cock was twitching in my pants, and I knew I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself much longer.

  “Good girl.”

  I spread her legs with my shoulders, not giving her the option to close them. Growling I thrust a finger into her wet folds, relishing the feel of her pussy clenching around the digit as she writhes with pleasure. Taking that as my cue, I add another finger and encircle her clit with my mouth. Pushing deep, I curl my fingers, searching for that illusive G-spot. Her hips swivel, pushing her clit harder onto my tongue and begging for more. She reaches her climax, screaming and convulsing. Seconds later, the silence is almost deafening as she comes down from her high, her body twitching against me. I continue my assault on her clit, wanting to draw as many orgasms as I can until she falls asleep. Her juices drip out of her, dripping toward her forbidden hole. I follow the path, knowing in her relaxed state, I can push her a little more. I slowly press into her, continuing my assault with my tongue. I want her to feel only pleasure as I push my finger deep. She freezes for a second. With a deep breath, she pushes back onto my finger. Her trust pushes me to thrust my other hand into her tight channel, pushing on her G-spot once more. Finding a rhythm, my hands alternate thrusting deep in her ass as my other hand drags down her G-spot and back. Sending her straight into another orgasm. “Zack, please. I need another. Oh, my. Fuck me. Shit. Damn. Fuck. Here it is.” and she convulses again. I smile, her essence coating my face as I lick up all the juices she has rewarded me with. Making sure I do not lose one drop. Then I continue to where my left hand is in her little hole. I remove my finger and replace it with my tongue. Tossing her salad and fucking her asshole with my tongue. Still riding the orgasmic waves, I throw her into another, adding a finger to the onslaught.

  “Please, don’t stop! Just don’t stop!” She’s begging, moaning, and screaming. If I were a stranger walking by, I would think someone was dying or being tortured, but for me it was music to my ears, and this was the opera I lived for. She is my destiny. My fingers thrust deeper, adding a second while I continue to eat her ass even harder. The sight before me is orgasmic, my hand disappearing in her drenched folds, moaning at the sight of her sweet pussy devouring my hand. I barely gave her a moment, wanting–no needing to drag another orgasm from her body. Moving from my position, I reach up to release her delicious peaks, keeping one hand buried in her puckered entrance. Her hips thrusting, not giving an ounce of separation between her ass and my fingers. Taking one nipple in my mouth and suckling as if I were a babe in need of a teat. “You’re beautiful, Raelynn. Do you want me to stop?” She’s moaning and shaking her head. So, like any hard-headed man. I stop. “Use your words, Raelynn.”

  “Do not stop, daddy. Please!”

  The way she calls me daddy sends me over the edge. My cock almost bursting. I try to keep him hidden. We’re not ready for that step yet. I want her to sleep without nightmares. I want her to wake up with a smile and have breakfast in bed. That will only happen if I take her to cloud nine and leave her in ecstasy. And that’s what I intend to do.

  “Okay, baby girl.”

  I continue the assault on her body. Knowing this is the most pleasure she has had in the last six or seven years. It’s driving me to want to give her more. She deserves more, so much more. Releasing her nipple with a pop, I dip my head back down, my tongue finding her swollen clit. I bite down and drink up the release of her latest orgasm. Building to another, I pull my hand out of her ass, needing more of her sweet cream so that it’s easier to penetrate, I bring all the juices down and go back to toss her salad again. My tongue dips low as she thrusts her hips, begging for the next orgasm without me doing any of the work. It’s the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Using my extra hand I rearrange our positions until she’s sitting, reverse cowgirl, with one hand still in her ass. I watch her writhe, blissed out as she chases her orgasm, clenching around my hand and drenching my face anew in her delicious release. I’ve only read about these orgasms in porn. They were not real.

  She collapses onto the bed. “Minion.”

  “Are you satisfied, baby girl?”

  “Yes, daddy.”

  “Let me go get a warm towel to clean you up.” I leave the room to gather a towel and washcloth, a few snacks, and another glass of wine for us. Once I return, she’s sound asleep. My cock twitches again. I return to the bathroom to take a shower and rub one out. Thinking about her and still tasting her on my beard. I came instantly.

  Once out of the shower, I didn’t bother with getting dressed. I covered her up with the plush blanket and curled behind her. Wrapping my arms around her, “you’re still safe, Raelynn. Please don’t run away from me.” And like that, we slept for almost 12 hours.

  Raelynn

  Icouldn’t believe I slept for 12 hours. Mom and Josh would kill me. Laying beside Zack had me feeling every bit of the comfort I missed in my life. Feeling this beautiful beast of a man laying behind me and holding me reassured me I was in the right place. Hearing my phone ring woke me up. I didn’t expect to sleep if I did. But I’m glad I did. I turned to face Zack, kissing his face, and smelling his freshly showered body. I kissed his lips, and he woke from his slumber.

  “Good morning, sleeping beauty,” I whispered to him. I didn’t want to scare him with my morning breath. He rolled from his side, smiling, but still holding on to me. Groaning as he stretched.

  “Good morning, beautiful.” Pulling me on top of him. I felt his hardness underneath my wetness. No part of this man was small, average, or anything normal. His thickness and girth of his member shocked me at first, leaning up to kiss him. He stood up, as I went back to sit on his lap, he went inside, stretching every bit of the tightness he enjoyed last night. I had to wait a minute to adjust to how large he was, plus I hadn’t been with anyone since James. He was a worm compared to this large anaconda.

  Once I was seated with him inside me, Zack moaned, “I was not expecting that when I pulled you on top of me. I just wanted to get a good look at your face and kiss you.”

  “Do you not want to do this?” I was still not moving, because he was so large, and I hadn’t adjusted fully. I adjusted my legs on both sides, so I could control my hips and used my hips to ride him. Dancing in his lap while he was on top of me was the most pleasure I have ever felt.

  “I only want to make you happy and ensure you are safe.” He grabbed my hips and drove me back down. Using his hands to guide our bodies together. I slowed down once my orgasm was getting close. Zack took his hand and went straight to my clit. With his middle finger, he drew circles at a fast pace and my orgasm came for revenge. The second the orgasm ran through my body, Zack turned me on my stomach, throwing my legs under me, my ass in the air, and he pounded my poor little cunt through another orgasm. Soon after coming down from my orgasmic convulsions, I noticed he was thrusting harder and faster, and then he came inside of me. I wasn’t on any birth control. I didn’t care. He thrusted softly and gently, kissing my neck, and holding me closer to him. I leaned back to him. “Shall I fix breakfast while you take a shower?” He asked, kissing the scars on my spine.

  “Yes sir,” I cooed. I wasn’t sure if my legs would work, but once I could walk, I’d enjoy his shower. I couldn’t believe I slept with someone I only met a few days ago. Yet, the connection I felt with him had me over the edge. I craved his touch, his closeness, his mouth, his body–I craved him.

  Once he left the room, I laid back on the bed, grabbing his pillow and inhaling the scent he left behind. There’s something about this man’s scent that is calming. Something about him I did not realize I couldn’t live without. I didn’t realize it was missing until I had experienced it with him. I wasn’t even sure what ‘it’ was. Just then, Zack storms back into his room, interrupting my thoughts. “Your mom called your phone 74 times, your brother 96 times, and your phone has 3% left. I didn’t read the text messages, but it looks like there’s about 200.” Zack said, handing my phone and charger. Once it’s connected, I go through the messages.

  Mom: I’m not mad at you, but I am worried. Now that I know the truth regarding what happened, I’m beyond sorry. Please, just let me know you’re okay.

  Me: Mom, I didn’t read all the messages, listen to the voicemails or even Josh’s messages. You guys deserted me when I needed you the most. I’m safe. I’m alive. I’m still not on drugs. I’ll meet with the lawyer today.

  Mom: Where are you? Do you need me to come get you? They released James. Your mic was on when he assaulted you. The entire church heard everything.

  Me: I’m sorry I disappointed you again.

  Mom: No, Raelynn, I’m sorry I let you down and you felt like giving up was the answer to all the problems. I didn’t fight for you and my grandbabies before, but I will fight for you now. I will not lose you again.

  Me: What if it’s too late? Bradford has nothing for me. My life is in Texas now.

  Mom: What about that tall man who picked you up?

  I laughed. I needed to shower. This was awkward, and I did not want to continue this conversation. It felt as fake as a snowy day in Florida during August.

  Me: I’m not sure. I do like him. He seems to care more about my best interest, rather than the town’s opinion.

  Mom: I like him. He’s got good genes, and he looks like he can take care and handle you.

  Me: I’m takin’ a shower. I’ll let you know when I’m on my way.

  I put the phone down and headed towards the bathroom, running straight into Zack. Running into Zack, I will have you know, is like running straight into a steel wall. It hurts, but with him, it hurts so good.

  “Is everything okay?” He asked me. His blonde hair was gelled back, his beard trimmed, and dressed in a nice pair of jeans, cowboy boots and a beautiful button-down shirt. He handed me a bag and said, “I wasn’t sure of your size, but I looked at your other dress and guessed this to be similar. I opened the contents of the bag and pulled out a beautiful black and sky-blue sundress, a pair of cowgirl boots, and a new bra and panty set. Baffled, shocked, confused, I was speechless.

  “Everything is okay. Mom heard what happened with James and she’s wanting to start over. Shocker. I have literally told them everything so many times I can’t believe it’s taken this long for them to hear me.”

  “You’re still safe, Raelynn.” He reassured me, grabbed my hand, kissed the palm, and pulled me to him. “Go take a shower. Breakfast is almost ready, and we will go get everything settled.” I knew what was on my brain. I knew I had to speak my thoughts soon about the estate my Gran left for me. I had to remind myself–Gran left it for me, and she never left my side. I just haven't spoken my thoughts yet. Wrapping my arms around his neck, kissing his beautiful lips.

  “Thank you, Zack.” I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and rested my head on his shoulder.

  “For what, baby girl?” He asked, rubbing the small of my back, turning his head toward me. Tickled by his ear, I giggled.

  “For making me feel alive again and for helping me to have something to live for again.”

  “You don’t have to thank me for that.”

  “I don’t want to lose this,” I said, sitting up to look him in the eyes. “I don’t know what this is, but I like us, and I like what the two days have been. For the first time in a very long time, I feel safe,” I confessed. I hope he didn’t think it was childish for me to feel this way.

  “Raelynn, I’m not going anywhere unless you go there. I will go to the edge of the Earth, to the end of time, Heaven, Hell and back just to stay with you.”

  Tears built on the inside of my eyes. I wasn’t sad. I don’t know why I was being emotional. “Really?” Of all the words and things I could have said, he had me speechless again. It took everything to squeeze that out.

  “Yes, Rae. You’re something special and I never believed in love at first sight until I met you.” I hugged him tighter.

  “Same. I don’t want to be sappy and cry, so let me get this shower, then we can go talk to the lawyers and get everything settled.” He slapped my ass as I walked past him. I don’t remember the last time I felt comfortable walking around someone without jeans and long sleeves on, let alone walking around naked. This man was doing something, and I loved every single bit of it.

  Turning the water for the shower on, I hear a knock at the door. My heart immediately races. Thoughts about James finding me. What if he hurts Zack? No, that’s impossible. And I hear the voice. It’s either Dario or John. I breathe finally after holding my breath and biting my tongue.

  “Is she okay? What happened? Did you get a name?” He was trying to whisper and keep it quiet. This would be fun. I hurried to take a shower, wrapped in a towel, hair drenched in mousse, keeping my hair protected from the humidity. My curls looked amazing today. I kept my hair down. I leave the steamy bathroom and head back to Zack’s room to put on the clothes he bought. Dario and Zack are sitting at the table when I leave the bathroom. Steam follows me through the doors. I rush to the bedroom and shut the door. Both men laugh and I hear Dario say, “Damn, are you sure your old ass can handle that young piece of meat?”

  What on Earth have I gotten myself into?

  Zack

  Raelynn left the bathroom with the steam wrapped around her. She looked like an angel dressed in a towel. I know she saw me staring like a lovesick puppy. Only three days in and this little lady had me wrapped around her fingers. Her body called. I needed her, every single part of her. I wanted her screams, her moans, her tears, but I wanted them to be positive, never sad. Dario came at the worst possible time. I wanted a few more days with her to seal the deal and ensure she wasn’t going anywhere. I didn’t know if I could pull that off, but I would die trying. I know she was close to wanting to stay. After last night and this morning, I’m sure our bodies wouldn’t deny each other, and neither of us could deny our connection. Always the love cynic, I never believed in love at first sight. I was never romantic. But this scant girl had me craving to hold hands and skip through town while singing country songs. She had me wanting to do things I never wanted to do.

  Dario was always the smartest of the five of us. He knew things we didn’t know yet. I know my face was revealing everything I wanted to hide. I knew because his eyebrows were raised and the grin on his face said everything. “Don’t say anything, yet. I’m working on getting her to stay first,” I blurted. Praying she didn’t hear me.