were times when it felt like it was just a shack we'd rented. I didn’t realize it then that Annie was the one who made it a home.”
Patriot just listened to her talk. His hands lowered until they covered her breasts and he held them gently while smoothing his fingers over her soft skin. He smiled when he noticed her body tighten as he kneaded her flesh.
Becky moaned at his hands touching her body.
He whispered in her ear, “Keep talking, I’m listening.”
She seemed to gulp a bit then went on, “I was twelve when her mom left us that final time. She told Annie if she wasn’t home by morning, then she would know what to do. Annie told me at dawn the next morning to pack my bag cuz we had to leave. She’d said that we had to keep our heads down and become invisible until I was of age. We were now on our own. If I fucked things up, I would end up in foster care and I would be separated from her. If that happened, we would probably never see each other again. So I knew to behave and listen to anything Annie told me to do. I couldn’t risk losing her too.” Becky had to pause again due to his sensual actions.
One of his hands was still on her breasts while the other had slipped under the waistband of her jeans and had found her folds.
Becky closed her eyes and whimpered as his fingers dipped into her wet core. She moaned louder as he began thrusting a couple of his fingers in and out. She tried to turn around but Patriot wouldn’t let her. He held her in place as he nibbled on her neck. He took a moment to push her hair out of the way and frowned as he noticed a birthmark that had been hidden before now by the many bruises on her body.
Becky sighed and moaned as he began pressing kisses on her skin. He reached down and grabbed the bottom of her shirt, raising it up and over her head. Patriot then unsnapped her bra and pulled it away while together, they worked at removing her jeans and panties.
Finally, once they were off, she opened her legs, giving him more room. One hand kept thrusting into her while the other hand got busy opening his jeans and releasing his cock. Then he removed his fingers as he pushed into her from behind feeling her tightly wrap around him. He shuddered at the tightness. His hands gripped her hips as he thrust into her deep and hard.
She cried out and he froze until she urged him, “Please don’t stop.”
Patriot growled with the need he felt to have this woman once again... his fingers tightened even more on her hips while he lost any sense of control he had left. He pounded into her and she allowed him to dominate her for the next few minutes. Then she cried out again, as her body released an intense orgasm and she flew over the edge. Patriot felt her go and thrust into her again and again before he joined her.
Both of them laid there for a moment as they waited for their heartbeats to return to normal. Then Becky stretched and turned to him and whispered breathlessly, “God, I love you.”
Patriot was a bit stunned. She loved him? He hadn’t expected that, not yet. He had loved her for a while now but never expected this from her so soon. “Are you sure? Because if you are baby girl, you won’t ever leave here or me again. I won’t let anything happen to you. Whoever your supposed dad is... if he comes here, he’ll be disappointed when he goes home without you. If he sends his men here to take you away, they’ll be sorry about going home without you. Even if god forbid, something should happen to you, I’ll go all the way to hell and drag you back here.”
Leaning over, Becky cupped both sides of his face with her small hands. “I meant it. I do love you. How could I not? Just look at you, damn so hot. And you are more man than I have ever encountered. You took me in and then showed me love. And don’t think for one moment, I would ever leave you for any reason. I fought to stay alive when Blacky had me, because I knew my sister was looking for me.