“You are a dirty girl for me. It only makes me love you more, do you know that?”

  “I guess. It just feels right. With you.”

  “That’s right, with me. Because I’m the only one that will ever have you, Selma, do you understand that? I’m the only one, ever. You are mine. And I’m going to make you completely mine as soon as we can. Then, I’ll take all of you.”

  She looks up at me with the most thoughtful look. “I want all of you now.”

  Her hands come to my hips, and she starts to tug at my trousers.

  “No, baby. I know you don’t believe in all the rules and traditions of your community. But I do know you probably would feel better if we waited until I made things official. Giving each other everything the night of our wedding. I’m willing to wait.” I barely choke out the words because I want her so much it pains me. “But not too long, because I might die before we get there.”

  I see her swallow and take a deep breath. Her face flushes, her hair tangled with cum, dried in spots and still pearly white in others. It’s all over her face and body, and it’s beautiful.

  “But, for me, it’s not the ceremony that makes it right. I believe, when you give yourselves to each other, you just know. I don’t need a preacher or a paper to tell me who we are. I just know.”

  She reaches down between her legs and starts to rub her clit, and I am almost out of control.

  When she pouts again, rising up on her knees, so her face is just below mine, I see the determination there, and I’m not sure if I’m speaking to Selma or Anastasia. Whoever it is, she has my cock hard and ready yet again. “I want you. I know who we are. I want you now. All of you.”

  “I wanted it to be special, not in the back of a car...”

  Her eyes twinkle. “In the back of a limo. Not a car. That’s pretty special to me.”

  She ceases rubbing herself, and her hands come to the hard-on under the thin fabric of my boxers and begin rubbing. “I think he thinks it’s pretty special too.”

  I grunt as I lean my head back and moan, then add, “He thinks everything about you is special.”

  My control snaps, I snap my hands to my waist, lift my ass, and tug my boxers back down to my thighs.

  “Okay baby, shoes then pants then underwear, then I want you to climb up here on my lap, I want to watch you.”

  She wiggles her rear end backward and works my shoes and pants off in a few seconds, then tugs down my boxers while I strip my jacket. Next, I loosen my tie and unbutton my shirt before reaching down to take her hands and guide her up to me.

  “First, I need a taste. Put your pussy on my face.” I slide down enough to line up with her pussy as she kneels on the seat.

  I grab her thick hips and help her line up, her hands gripping the top of the seat to hold herself steady. Then I take a deep breath of her scent before dragging the flat of my tongue along her lips, listening to her sounds of pleasure.

  I groan as she twitches her hips, moving her body against my mouth, her warm juices trickling out of her and over my tongue.

  Everything about her turns me on. Her innocent Selma. Her sassy Anastasia. Knowing I’m about to slip into her virgin pussy unprotected. Watching her take me inside her for the first time, my cum finding its forever home. Soon, her belly will be full of me, and the world will know she’s mine.

  My head is spinning as I think of how my life will change with her in it.

  “Ash...” She cries out as an orgasm starts her gushing into my mouth, her hips grinding down. Her cunt is soaking and soft as I ease her down my body sitting up straight again, her legs going to either side of my thighs.

  “You ready for all of me? Are you ready to give me all of you?”

  The heat between her legs radiates over my cock as her hands press on my shoulders, waves of copper hair hanging down to tickle her hard pink nipples.

  I take in the sight of her open legs hovering over my cock, knowing very soon I will be the first inside of her.

  “I want all of us,” she whispers, arching her back and pushing those ripe young tits into my face. And when I think of them dripping with milk to feed our child, I almost lose it right there.

  “Then get that sweet pussy on my dick, Treasure. I want to watch you take me.”

  One of her hands drops down to grip the base of my cock, then she slips her other hand between her own legs. I hear the wet sounds as her fingers slide through her soaking cunt, then she brings them up to rub on my cock, making me wet with her, and I moan at the contact.

  “I want you.” She hisses as she lines up the slick head with her impossibly tight virgin opening.

  When her wet heat touches the engorged head of my cock, it nearly makes me explode right there, but I grit my teeth, slow my breathing and hold onto her hips, applying slight pressure downward as my eyes stay pinned on hers.

  “You’re mine, Selma. From now and until forever. You. Are. Mine.”

  I push her hips down and thrust upward. Her pussy swallows the head of my cock, blasting through her resistance in one motion. I hold steady, her yelps of pain and the twisted look on her face she needs a moment to adjust so I hold steady feeling her opening impossibly tight around me.

  My balls throb, I can feel my pulse in the thick vein running down the base of my dick, and I feel myself grow thicker as I struggle to not move.

  “I’m inside you, baby. Take a deep breath. Are you okay? I know it hurts.”

  She nods, her eyes glazed as they absently stare into mine. Her full pink lips open, and she whispers, “More.” She wiggles her hips down. “I want it all.” She nods, her eyes half-closed, breath coming fast.

  “I’m going to give you everything, Selma.” I grip her hips, and we move together, her body arching and rocking until her tight opening is three-quarters of the way down my shaft.

  Her eyes lock with mine. “Such a good girl. You like being my good dirty girl, don’t you?”

  She nods, her hands coming to my cheeks as her body shakes. “It’s so big. I want it all, but I’m not sure I can.”

  “You can. Your pussy knows what to do.”

  I press up into her, watching her eyes fall shut, and she draws in a sharp breath. I look down to see the pink evidence of what she’s given me, and I grow even harder.

  “Ash...” Her voice shakes, and I drive upward, giving her the rest of me as she falls against my chest, clinging tight like her life depends on it.

  “That’s it, baby. That’s all of me. You are mine completely. I’m going to take care of you for the rest of your life.”

  Her pussy squeezes at my words, and we begin to rock against each other. She’s so damn tight, it’s hard to move, but her body is flowing with lubrication, and the heat I feel inside her is unreal.

  I never want my cock anywhere, but here. She’s so perfect, molded to me like I created her in some lab somewhere. Her walls clench tight, her warm juices drip down my balls, and I feel like I’m home.

  She begins to slide up and down my shaft, her lips open, her tits squeezed between her upper arms as she holds my face.

  Her silky walls massage my cock like she’s been doing this forever, and as she rises up and down, milking my dick, I’m already dripping cum inside her.

  “I want you pregnant by the time we get to the hotel. You’re never leaving me, you get that, don’t you? We can live in New York, or I’ll buy or build you whatever you want, wherever you want, but you will never get away from me again. Every hour we were apart took years from my life, Selma. I can’t live without you.”

  I lean forward and trace my tongue around her nipples, slipping my hands up her sides until I cup the luscious weight of her full tits in my hands, feeding her to me.

  She’s moving faster, her sexy moans are making it harder and harder to hold back my own climax. Knowing I’m giving her pleasure is the highlight of my life.

  When her hands drop to my shoulders, and her fingernails dig in, I know she’s close. Her pussy is clamping down like a vise as she grinds herself against the base of my dick.

  “That’s my girl. Take what you want. Show me who you are...my dirty, good girl. Dirty for me and me alone.”

  The next thing I know, she’s muttering the most delicious dirty things to me as she slams her pussy down on my cock.

  “More. Harder.” She throws her head back, arching into me as I drop her nipple from my mouth and look up to watch her in her bliss. “Fuck me like I’m yours. It feels so good.”

  Her words ignite something in me. I fuck into her like an animal, reaching up to grab her hair and tug her head down to one shoulder as I sink my teeth into her exposed neck.

  She yelps as she explodes on my cock, her juices steaming out of her as she shakes and rocks her hips, her voice rising and falling with my name.

  “Say you’re mine,” I grit out, one hand wrapping around her waist, holding her, so the tip of my cock is against her cervix, ready to deliver straight into her womb. “I need to hear you say it.”

  She gasps as I dig my teeth in again.

  “I’m yours,” she screams as another orgasm takes over and I pull her head back by her hair, looking up to see a tear slip from her eye. “I love you.”

  “I fucking love you too.”

  “I want your cum inside me,” she whispers. “I want you to give me all of you.”

  Her hands clasp my shoulders, and I push my hips up, taking the last small space left inside of her. I pull her face to mine, lock my lips over hers and my cock spasms.

  My balls draw up and that tightness I’ve been holding back explodes. I growl as she yelps, knowing it hurts and sorry as hell, but I need her like this. I’m a beast inside of her, claiming my mate.

  Our tongues wind together as I topple over the edge, sending jets of hot cum deep inside her. Her pussy clamps and releases, milking every drop into her fertile young body.

  I break our kiss and look to see her smiling. “I love you,” I repeat, feeling her pussy tighten and her warm breath mixing with mine.

  The small control I have left is fragile, and as she shifts and slides up and down my dick, I’m still as hard as a steel pole.

  “Does it still hurt?” I ask, running my hands gently down her back, her hair mixing with the softness of her skin.

  “A little, but I want more. I’ve never felt this way. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier than I am right now. In this moment.”

  I suck my thumb into my mouth, then lower my hand between us, finding her clit, and begin rubbing in slow circles as lust covers her sweet face.

  “I’m going to make you happy every day, my Treasure.”

  “I believe you, and I can’t wait.”

  “Fuck.” Her pussy gushes again, and I lose the little control I had, filling her again with my seed and hoping it finds its home.

  When we can breathe again, she leans back, her hands running down the front of her body to rest on her belly as a sexy smile spreads over her lips.

  She rocks her hips, our slick juices soaking us both and dripping into the seat under my ass. It’s a good thing I own this limo.

  F O U R T E E N

  Ash

  I LEAN DOWN AND KISS Selma’s forehead.

  Her hair is splayed out on the white sheets, her body curled around a pillow, dead to the world. After our consummation in the limo, I’d dressed her in my shirt and suit coat and paraded us through the lobby to the elevator as proud as any moment in my life. I’d given the dead eye to anyone that looked at her for more than a second, but I realize we were a bit of a spectacle, but I didn’t care.

  “I’ll be back in a bit, baby,” I whisper into her ear, and her hand comes to rest on my chest for a moment before it falls back to the bed, but she doesn’t open her eyes.

  I scribble a quick note letting her know I’ll be gone just an hour or so, because I don’t think she’s going to remember me talking to her.

  I’m out of the hotel room door a few moments later and in the elevator, checking my messages. Selma and I have been at the hotel two days now and have not left the room.

  She’s wiped out because for two days I’ve fucked her until she barely knows her own name. If there is not a baby rooted inside her by now, it will be a miracle.

  It’s been perfect. Better than perfect. But life is calling. I’ve put off some important business things long enough, and last night Selma and I talked about what’s next for us.

  She wants to go to New York with me, but she also still has a connection here in Ohio, and I want to give her everything she wants. So this morning I have two agendas.

  First includes Theodore waiting outside the front door of the hotel when I emerge into the warm sunlight.

  “Morning, sir.”

  “Morning, Theo. You get my message?”

  “I sure did. Real estate office is about five minutes from here. I have the broker waiting for you.”

  “Perfect.” I hop in the back seat, and immediately I’m flooded with the memory of taking Selma here. I let my hand linger on the place where I took her sweet cherry as Theodore closes the door before the car begins to move.

  I answer a few messages in the short time it takes to get to our destination. Then, once inside the office, I’m seated in a conference room with a nervous looking gentleman in a navy-blue suit who is clicking incessantly on a pen with his name on it.

  “Do you have the paperwork?”

  He looks confused but nods. “I do, but don’t you want to see the place first?”

  “No. If there is something wrong with it, I’ll fix it.”

  “But this is so out of the ordinary. I have to get the title work done. Don’t you want an inspection at least?”

  “No. I want to write you a check for the asking price. You do whatever you need to do, then call me when it’s time to close. I want it done today.”

  “It’s all just so unusual, to buy a house sight unseen.”

  “I’m an unusual guy.” I pull the checkbook out of my inside jacket pocket and write a check for the full asking price for the estate Selma saw on the real estate listings last night.

  When I’d opened my laptop, I told Selma I just wanted to look, but when she fell in love with a century old white plantation style estate with a hundred acres, I knew what I needed to do. I told her I want to make all her dreams come true and I mean it, so I’m here starting our life together.

  I hand over the check and sign a few papers, then leave the befuddled broker to finish up the paperwork with the seller as I take a deep breath, getting ready for my next stop which most likely will not be as pleasant.

  When the limo pulls up at Selma’s father’s place, he’s already on the front porch looking less than pleased.

  Pulling down the long dirt road into the community, someone must have seen the limo and tipped him off that I was on my way.

  I told Theodore to stay in the car when we got here, so when the limo comes to a stop, I let myself out and walk toward the small home, and nod at Selma’s father.

  “I love your daughter. I’m going to marry her. We are going to be together. That is just how it is, nothing you can say or do will stop that. But I would like you in Selma’s life. She cares about you. So I’m here to try to broker some sort of peace treaty between us. For Selma’s sake. You can hate me, I don’t care, but she’s hurting, and it’s my job to take care of her. So here I am.”

  He frowns, his hands down in his front pockets and he narrows his eyes at me.

  “She’s dead to me,” he finally says, with ice in his voice.

  “That’s not what I want to hear. Selma is entitled to live her life, just as you’ve lived yours. She’s not evil, she’s not bad. She’s kind and sweet and smart, and she deserves to make decisions for herself.”

  “You don’t know our ways. God will smite you for what you’ve done to my family. Now get off my property before I defend it.” He nods to the shotgun leaning against the house, and I raise my eyebrows and let out a long sigh.

  “It doesn’t have to be this way. If you want to be in Selma’s life, the door is always open to you. But, be clear, you will not hurt her anymore. You will not guilt her, tell her she’s evil or any shit like that. I will protect her above all else from any threat, and that includes you.”

  His gaze is indifferent, and I decide I’ve done what I came to do. He knows who I am now, and he knows I am the guardian at the gate to his daughter. If he wants a relationship with her, I will support it, but he will go through me.

  I extend my hand, but he turns and walks into the house, grabbing his gun on the way. I shake my head, get back in the limo, and hope that someday he will change his mind.

  For Selma’s sake.

  F I F T E E N

  Selma

  “WHERE DID YOU GO?” I pout, laying naked on my stomach, the bedding rumpled and scented with our sex.

  “Just had to take care of a couple of things, baby. How are you doing? You get enough sleep?”

  I shrug. “I guess. A few hours feels good, but I missed you.”

  Ash comes and sits on the edge of the bed, petting my head and easing it into his lap.

  “I miss you the second you are out of my sight.” His fingers play in my hair. “I’ve got our tickets booked for five o’clock.”

  I bite into my lip, and a shiver runs up my spine. “I’m nervous.”

  I promised Ash to always be truthful with him, especially after my lie about the cell phone which I could have explained easily, and he would have understood. He’s said over and over if I’m feeling it, if I’m thinking it, he wants to know.

  “I imagine you are. This is huge, baby. Being nervous is natural. Like I said last night, we will stay in my penthouse for now, but if you decide you want something else, I will make it happen. There’s lots of ways to live in the city. I want you to be comfortable. It’s going to mean a lot of changes. We’ll get ourselves settled first, then we will get to work on Anastasia.”

  My belly tightens, thinking of leaving Ohio and Papa, Libertine..., but it still feels right. Guilt still nags at me, but I tried to call Papa twice, and he hung up on me both times so I’m going to give him some time, and myself as well.