Jealous by Lena Little

3

Julian

My lips brush over her neck before snagging her earlobe in a quick nibble before I place my mouth right over her ear. “You know how bad I want to walk back out into that poker game with your cream all over my thigh? Just so those fuckers can see who you belong to. So those bastards can smell what they’ll never get, what only I will ever know. So I can switch out my jealousy for theirs. Yeah, I’m not gonna lie. Seeing your hands on Don Neto’s shoulders had me pissed the fuck off. And you won’t ever do that again because I’ll never give you the chance…never allow it. And if your hands are ever on another man you’ll force Daddy to show you what happens to a naughty girl who pushes his buttons.”

I freeze, wondering where that last part came from…where that word, that title slipped out of. But it rolled off my tongue so effortlessly it has to be right.

Wasting no time to ruminate I grab her hips and pull her off the countertop, her legs wrapping around my waist like a belt. She’s so nervous I can feel her belly trembling against me, her stomach tying in knots and then flexing.

“What are you doing?” Her protest is weak as her back arches and she pushes her chest into me. “We just met and you’re already trying to sleep with me. This just proves you’re just another underground mafia type who’s used to getting his way and you think you can do the same with me,” she continues, albeit breathlessly.

“I can’t control myself in your presence, Precious,” I pant, grabbing each of her tiny ass cheeks in a hand and pulling her body impossibly closer to mine. “And the way you taste, Baby Girl. I need more of it.”

My head lurches forward for a taste of her lips, but this time she’s ready and moves to the side, dodging my advance. “Don’t you think I’m too young for you anyway? I mean, what age range should you be dating? I could almost be your daughter.”

“First of all, I don’t have an age range for the women I date…because I don’t date. Period. So whatever age you are right now is the right one. And second of all, yeah maybe you could be the right age to be my daughter, but that’s not what you are…is it Little Girl?”

A beat passes as she freezes, nothing more coming out of her mouth so I tell her the truth so she knows I’m not running around chasing younger girls all the time, or at all for that matter. “Look, I’ve never had a daughter, or any children, for that matter.” I pause. “You may not believe me, but I’ve never even had my cock in a woman before because I’ve never met the right one. Not only that I’ve been too busy with trying to crawl out of the gutter I started life in and I’ve spent time behind bars.”

“Great,” she exhales. “A felon.”

“I’m innocent.”

“I bet that’s what they all say.”

“And I bet that’s exactly what you are, although you’re going to try and tell me otherwise right now, aren’t you?”

“I know what I’m doing when it comes to men.”

“Clearly,” I agree sarcastically. “See Blondie, this is the way it is whether you want to believe it or not. We’re more alike than we’re different. I can see the tough exterior you’ve built up as a result of a life that’s thrown you more than a few curveballs. How do I know? Because I’ve done the same. Everyone in our shoes would. But not everyone has been in our shoes, have they.” I take her chin in-between my thumb and index finger and tip it up, making sure those baby blues are locked onto me so she can see with her own two eyes that what I’m about to say is true. “Passing on pussy was the easiest thing I ever did…until you. Before you came along women never mattered.” My hips thrust forward on their own accord, grinding into her as I bury my face into the crook of her neck. “Now I realize why. Because of you. You’ve been the rightful owner of my dick all along, haven’t you? It was just up for me to find you, or this ridiculous thing called fate to bring us together. And since it has, my cock has been pulsing out of control, needing to be buried to the hilt inside you. As much as I want that to happen, need that to happen, the bathroom at a mafia don’s house isn’t the place for us to share our first time. Sex is special, and I know I’ve got the most special Little Girl in the world so I’m going to do everything in my power to make sure your first time is deserving of you, Princess. But…that doesn’t mean we can’t enjoy an appetizer before the main course. Because if I don’t feel your body on mine right now, don’t look into your eyes while you come, and come because of me and me alone, then I swear I’m going to snap in half. Understand?”

She nods.

“That’s not good enough. I want to hear it from your pretty little mouth,” I protest, placing the tip of my index finger on those bee stung lips.

“I…I want to see what this could become,” she says in a lowered voice before swallowing hard. She’s surprised by her own words.

“Your first orgasm should be seeping out all over my cock, Princess. But your need is just as strong as mine. And that horny little pussy of yours needs attention now, doesn’t it?”

She nods.

“That’s right. Daddy knows. He always knows. And now he’s going to show you how to get yourself off, using his body, so you know exactly what kind of pleasure he can give you. Understand?”

Another nod.

“Be a good girl and say it.”

“Y-Yes, Julian.”

“Julian?” I cock an eyebrow.

“Y-Yes…Daddy.”

A rumble vibrates in my throat. “So we have a deal?”

“What? You’re going to start asking now? You already stalked me in the bathroom and then lifted me up, twice, like a caveman…and without my permission, I might add.”

“Do I really need your permission, to make you feel good, Little One?”

“But…I…um…” she tries to protest, but can’t.

“Shhh,” I silence her with my finger. “I didn’t think so, and right now there’s nothing that could stop me because when I saw all those other men looking at what’s mine, all I could think about was getting you alone and filling you with my seed…first. I know that tight little wet pussy of yours wants the same thing, doesn’t it? It’s been calling out to me since the moment I laid eyes on you, driving me crazy. And I’m a man who can control his emotions, or at least I could until you. I can only wonder what all those other horny fuckers were thinking, were feeling.” I feel my jaw pull back as I expose my front teeth like a wolf ready to strike just at the thought of other men thinking they have a claim on what’s mine. “Tell me the truth. You’ve never taken a man inside this precious little body of yours, have you, Princess?”

“No,” she gulps.

“Because you’ve been waiting for your king to arrive. Well, he’s fucking here, cradling you right now, keeping you safe always.”

I move my head closer to hers and this time she doesn’t resist as my lips engulf hers. My lips feel like they’re on fire, causing me to open my mouth slightly so my tongue can slide out as I explore the taste of her mouth. I pull back, kissing her cheek delicately like it’s made from the same kind of porcelain that the color of her skin seems to reflect. “Does your pussy get excited when I have my tongue in your mouth, Sweet Angel?”

“Uh huh.”

“You know if we were alone right now, my tongue would be buried so far up inside you, so fucking deep, that there’d be teeth marks on your pussy.”

She gasps and then throws her hands around me squeezing her body into me even harder, pressing those little tits against me and it’s all I can take.

Sliding a hand in-between us I manage to create just enough space to palm one breast over her dress. I rotate my hand and slide it past the fabric, my knuckles clamping down around her straining nipple, and her body hitches. “This is mine. First. Last. Only,” I growl. “I won’t rush you but just know that every second that passes before I’m buried to the hilt inside you I’m not thinking of anything else…not sleeping, not eating….not a damn thing until I’ve conquered this little untested pussy of yours, stretched it to the limit. Understand?”

“Yes, but…I don’t want your expectations of me to be too high. I won’t be able to live up to them because I… I don’t really know what I’m doing or how to please a man.”

“You please me just by existing.” I watch that look of worry wipe from her face and a sense of pride swells in my chest. “But we can start with a little lesson about the birds and the bees right now. This part of me you feel under your ass, Little Girl?” I bounce her up and down in my grasp. “That right there is Daddy’s cock. And real soon Daddy’s gonna bounce you on it for real, nothing between your skin and mine.”

“That sounds fun.”

“Oh, it’s a lot more than just fun, although it’s going to hurt the first time. But don’t you worry. That tight little hole between your legs will adjust to the size of my fuck stick until you’re craving it all hours of the day and night. Until it’s filling you with Daddy’s special gift until your tummy gets round with a little life that we will raise together.”

“Awww.”

“You want that, don’t you? You want to have Daddy’s baby?”

“Yes. I want a baby.”

“A baby, or my baby.”

“Your baby, Daddy.” Her voice has changed to that of someone half her age, but I’m not complaining one bit. I’m glad that she feels safe in my hands, relaxed enough for the little girl inside her to come out before I make her a woman for the first time.

“Good. Because I’m going to pin you to the mattress and make sure all my warm gift stays inside you, doing its job until you’re properly bred. Not once either. We’re going to do it over and over and over again until we have a great big family.”

“I’m ready. I want to be your woman.”

It’s taking everything I have, the discipline of a thousand Marine Corps snipers, to not just rip off her dress right now and oblige her, to make us both whole, and to relieve this pressure in my balls that hurts like hell.

But I can’t. She deserves so much more and I’m going to give it to her every day for the rest of her life.

My hands find the bottom of her dress and I slide it up to her hips, promising myself I’m not going to take it off.

“You can take it off, Daddy. I trust you.”

I grunt, wondering how the devil’s found me and tempted me like this. But not my angel. She’s too pure. Too perfect. And this can’t happen now.

“It’s going to be on my bedroom floor…another time.”

“But how will my belly get round with our baby if my dress stays on.

“Later, Precious. Later. Right now we can play another game.” I wiggle her hips into position so her tight little hole is positioned directly over the protrusion in my pants. “Let Daddy bounce you around like it’s a ride at the summer carnival. We can pretend it’s just a game and that way you stay an innocent girl for Daddy.”

“But I don’t want to be innocent, Daddy. I want to be naughty.”

“We’re going to be naughty later, Pumpkin. And it’s going to be very, very nice. And when we do, that hard thing you feel pressing up into you right now is going to fit nice and deep inside that pretty virgin pussy that you’ve been saving for me. And I promise I’m going to pump you so damn full of my hot liquid that you’ll get pregnant.”

“Promise?”

“I’ll never promise you something I can’t or won’t give you.”

“Thank you for being honest.”

“If I’m being completely honest I want to put you flat on your fucking back right now and pound you over and over again watching those titties jiggle as I come all up inside you.”

“Daddy!”

My cheek twitches and my need to see her breasts overwhelms me. My hand slides up her dress and I unhook her bra, pulling the red fabric out of the way as two small bouncy little perfect circles greet me inches from my eyes. My mouth dives in and claims one nipple, then the other, and finally I press them together and take both at the same time.

“Daddy!” I shift her body on my cock and it’s only then I realize she’s somehow worked her panties down to mid-thigh on one of her legs. “My panties are coming off.”

“We have to keep them on. Can’t. Come. Off,” I grit, grabbing her hips and bouncing her up and down on my pants just above my dick. “Oh fuck, Baby.” I unhook my belt and unzip my cotton prison, the relief in my balls enough to make me exhale, but still, my boxer briefs aren’t helping me.

Positioning her over the super-thin micro modal fabric I resume our game. “Ride me with your bare naked cunt, Baby. Ride me.”

She does as she’s told, placing her hands on my shoulders this time, not that fucker in the other room, and bounces herself up and down on my clothed erection as my hands assist in our game of sliding up and down over me.

Her hips cock and her clit finds my abdomen, my shirt coming up as she grinds her pussy onto my flesh. Her head falls back like it was being supported by a string that was just cut as she slides her groin up and down my flesh like her pussy is painting me with thick, long strokes.

“My angel needs to come,” I growl, flexing my abs to give her greedy clit a wall of grooved muscle to get herself off on. “And my Little Girl’s needs will always be met.”

Picking up the pace, she goes for broke. “Daddy,” she rasps in my hair, the word coming so naturally to her now. The room starts to spin and my vision blurs. Her breath hisses as we continue, a punishing rhythm designed to bring her relief, and my torture as I promised myself not to spill my spend until I’m buried inside her. I’ve been saving this particular load that swelled my balls the second I saw her. There can be only one original gift since I first laid eyes on her, and it’s going inside her…no matter how badly I need release right now.

“You ready to come on my fat cock, Little One?”

“Y—yes,” she moans, her eyes completely glazed over. “Oh my God. I can’t stop rubbing.”

“Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop…not until you come.”

“I can’t, Daddy. My stomach is tight and it’s right there but I can’t quite reach it.”

Her hair flies every which way as I hoist her up and then slam her down like a rag doll, over and over and over again. Then it hits me. She needs a Daddy in all ways, and that includes giving her what she needs in order for a nice girl to be naught. Permission.

“Come, Baby Girl. Come for me. Now.”

“No!” she cries out.

“Did you just say no? Did I say you could stop?”

Her body stills and her mouth opens but nothing comes out.

“Wanna say that again?” I warn.

“Daaaaady!” she yells, and her body spasms like a fish out of water, her release spraying against my flesh like a geyser as every muscle in her body shakes.

“Good girl,” I commend in-between searching for gulps of air. “Come for me. Come for your Daddy.”

She screams even louder. It’s as if that word, that title, makes her come undone.

Her eyes open wide and her head snaps forward, her face inches from mine. “I-I’m coming, Daddy! I’m coming!”

Seconds turn to a full minute and finally she stills in my grasp.

“See how fun Daddy’s games are? You played well. You’re a good little girl.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“Mine,” I grit out, burying my face back in the crook of her neck as I pull her up and into me so close that it’s damn near impossible to tell if we’re two people or one.

My cock begs for release but I don’t oblige, reminding myself that I have to stay strong. I’m so hard and she’s just opened herself up to a man for the first time that I bet I could enter her, the tip at least. But despite how small and tight I know her pussy’s going to be, the tip doesn’t get me pressed against her womb. And that’s where I need to be.

Because although this is feeling her, feeling good with her, sharing an experience that I know is going to become a multiple times a day habit for the rest of our lives, this is something bigger. This is about the way she makes me feel. How she’s changed me in the blink of an eye from just looking out for myself, to understanding that a complete man needs a family to watch over, to protect, to provide for, and yes…to love.

And I could have never known this lesson without her. All paths lead to her.

“All fucking mine forever and always, and no one will ever question it,” I add into her neck.

I’ve found the sweetest girl in the world and now it’s my duty to protect her from harm. She is mine to guard, to keep, to marry. And to fuck.

And that’s about to be tested real quick because in order to claim her I have to demonstrate my ability to protect her, getting her past all these underworld figures, one of which apparently has plans to kill me…tonight.

“It felt so good to rub myself on your stomach,” she says in a muffled tone, her face pressed against the side of mine as her breathing continues to approach normalcy after coming down from our little game.

“If you think my stomach was good, wait until you rub that sweet cunt on my face later. Wait until my tongue, chin, and cheeks are coated in your juices, your flavor, your perfection. And once they are I’m going to kiss your perfect lips so you can see just how good you taste down there, feeding your arousal right back to you like a fucking animal.”

“You just don’t stop, do you?”

“Not when it comes to you. I just have to let you know what you’re signing up for because once you’re used to this cock it’s going to give you nothing but pleasure. Every time I walk into a room you’re in, every time you see me your entire body is going to shake just because you know I’m about to slide my need for you inside that tight little hole. And I’m not going to stop, an insatiable desire driving my hips repeatedly until you’re so spent you can’t even lift yourself off the bed without my help. You’ll just be lying there, dripping in diamonds, pearls, and my come.”

“Oh. My. God.”

“You say anyone’s name, say mine. And speaking of names we’re going to get to the bottom of why you love being called Little Girl so much. That’s a promise.”

“Good. I want to learn more about these new feelings that are driving me,” she says softly, in a moment of vulnerability.

“Me too, for myself as well,” I confide. “I’ve never called anyone that in my entire life. But with you? It just comes naturally, so naturally that it should be your name now. Shouldn’t it, Princess?”

“Yes.”

I place her butt back on the countertop and straighten out her dress and try my best to put her hair back in place. Some of the sweat on her face has it sticking to her forehead and cheeks, but I do what I can with my oversized digits lacking in the precision needed to deal with someone so delicate. When I get it to an acceptable level I cup her face, gently yet firmly. “Look at me and listen carefully. I’m Julian. I’m your Daddy. You’re safe with me. You got that?”

She nods.

I drop my mouth to meet hers and brush my lips over hers and then back again, stopping when our mouths are aligned, using the opportunity to kiss her gently. “I’m not the kind of guy who believes in astrology or mythology or coincidences or fate…none of it. But I can’t deny that someone, or something, made our paths cross tonight and brought us here so we could be together. I don’t question that and I’m going to work my ass off so that you’ll never have to question who your man is from now until eternity. No one and nothing will ever bring you harm. Not as long as there’s air in my lungs or the men I hire when I’m dead and gone are still on the payroll. But it won’t just be about money. They’ll respect you and honor you just like they do for me. That’s the thing about the kind of life I live. People can talk shit about it all they want, but it’s built on honor, courage, and commitment. And that’s exactly how I will love you, with those principles guiding everything I do. That’s my vow, my promise to you.”

“How you…”

“Yes. How I will love you. You heard me right.”

A long moment passes where she processes my words, wrapping me up in a big hug. “I don’t care about your past or how you live your life. All I care about is how you make me feel safe, protected, wanted for the first time ever. I…” she sniffles. “I just don’t want to be a burden on you.”

“A burden?” My muscles contract, ready to find and strange whoever the person is who put these kinds of thoughts into her head. “Life was a burden before you showed up, Little Girl. You give me a sense of purpose, a sense of righteousness…a future I never had before you. A burden? No fucking way. Making you mine every day for the rest of our lives is a privilege, and I’ll never take it for granted.”

She hugs me hard once more and then pulls away, wiping away a tear with the back of her wrist, how a kitten might care for itself.

I turn to the side and bang my head against the door. I can’t believe she feels this way, but the positive side of it is it’s going to allow my newfound jealousy and possessiveness to thrive. She’ll see. It’s going to be like dumping gasoline on a fire whenever we’re together, and I don’t plan on ever letting her out of my sight. Her presence at my side isn’t optional. No. Fucking. Way. She’s going to be a permanent fixture on my hip and me on hers. She’s my life now and I’m bringing her home.

“You ready to go home?”

“Mine or yours?”

“Mine is yours now. Always.”

A smile breaks through the cloud of tears. “And it’s…it’s safe there?”

“One million percent. If anyone even thought about hurting you I’d rip the sky right down the middle.”

She laughs, but I’m not joking around.

“What about Don Neto?”

I feel like a balloon that’s just been pricked. For all, I know the bastard thinks he’s going to be a whole lot more than her employer. And if he did, he sure a shit thought wrong.

I feel anger and then a calm washes over me and I’m shocked to find I don’t care. That’s the thing…I know I’m taking her home with me either way. And the calm inside me is from knowing that nothing’s going to stop me. Nothing.

If he thinks she’s his girlfriend, well they just broke up.

If he had plans of marrying such a sweet innocent thing, well, he better mentally work his way through the annulment.

Because I’m not giving her up for anything. And I’m not leaving here without her.

On cue, there’s a rap of knuckles on the bathroom door. Giulia twitches, her entire body pulling in tight as she mouths the word ‘no.’ I point to my chest and then to the corner of the single toilet bathroom. “Go wait over there,” I grunt in a low voice. “I don’t want another man looking at you.”

She does as I ask and I wrap my hand around the knob.

These boys want to take my princess away from me. My princess. She’s my treasure and I’m not about to allow anyone to steal her from me.

I breathe heavily through my nose, like a bull before it charges.

“We know you’re in there. Come out, Julian.”

I shove the door open and quickly all four security guards draw guns on me.

“Taking one hell of a victory lap after winning that hand, Julian. Well, the party’s over,” Don Neto smiles, from behind his henchmen of course. ‘Tough guys’ like that are only as tough as the real men they hire to protect them. I’ve seen it a thousand times.

“Oh, it’s just beginning you prick,” I bite back. “You think I didn’t know you’d want to take me down the second I finished my time. You think I came here like an idiot not knowing that? Well, here’s all you need to know. There are Feds outside, and even one at your table that you couldn’t even identify. You’re getting weak, Don Neto. That’s what happens when a real man like me isn’t around to do all the work for your organization while you take the credit.”

“You’re full of shit,” he snaps.

“Am I? Or are you full of lead if you touch a hair on my head, or God forbid you even think about doing something to Giulia, other than lying down in a muddy puddle so she can walk over you without getting her shoes wet. You think I snitched on you when I was locked up. That’s why you want to kill me. Well, why would I have taken the fall for three long years in the pen if I could have snitched on you before, and all of this would have been mine? Not only that but I could have grown it ten times the size you’re running now because you don’t give a shit about the business. You were just a leach, and that’s all you will be. Me? I can serve a prison term and return to the hood a hero because everyone knows I keep my mouth shut. The hood trusts me, not you. So I repeat, anything happens to me, or anyone close to me, everyone’s going to know it was you. They’ll tear you apart limb by limb before I even get to you. So…you want to have one of your meatheads there pull the trigger, and sign your own death warrant in the process?”

“Well…I…It’s not like…See, the thing is-“

“The thing is, after Giulia and I walk out that door you’re not to make contact with either of us again. If you even think about us I’ll come over here at night while you’re sleeping and slice your balls off and feed them to your dog, which I’ll also take home as my own, just like I’m taking the woman you thought you could make yours.”

“Wait a second,” he says, raising a hand in protest.

I take a step forward and he wisely takes a step back. Why does this mother fucker not understand he has no claim on my future wife?

“No one is taking her from me. Ever,” I growl. “She’s mine and that’s the end of it.”

“But-”

“I’m putting my seed in her. Period. Any claim you thought you had to her is long gone. I made sure of that the moment I laid eyes on her.” I point back to the bathroom since everyone knows she’s inside. “She’s mine now. From head to toe, every inch. And if you open your mouth one more time to protest I’m going to stick my fist so far down your throat you’ll need the fire department to dislodge it.”

And just like that, the room goes still. I don’t point out the Fed who was playing cards at the table. I don’t say anything to anybody. With two steps I’m in the bathroom scooping up my woman, carrying her across the threshold of the bathroom and into the house like I’m bringing her home on our wedding day, which is going to happen a lot sooner than she’s going to be able to comprehend. I’m a king and I’ve found my queen. When you know you know and a real man doesn’t waste time claiming her for the entire world to see, to know she’s off-limits to everyone but him. Forever.

I carry her into the night and a Fed comes out of the bushes as soon as I clear the front step. “Participating in an illegal underground card game is a violation of your parole, Julian,” he smirks, twirling a set of handcuffs around his finger. “Heard you won a pretty penny too. Guess that’s gonna go missing,” he does that effeminate air quotes thing, “before we make it back to the station.”

“Check my pockets. No chips and only the cash I went in with. Same bills I left the prison with today, and I know you surely have those bills marked. You had three years to do it after all. So if you think I was playing cards, or gambling or winning, you’re wrong.”

“You won a nearly a million dollar pot,” he pleads, looking at my pants and snug t-shirt and realizing I can’t be hiding that much cash underneath my clothes. “The girl must have it. Put her down.”

“I’ll put you down, in the ground, if you lay a finger on her,” I snarl. “You go back inside and shakedown those losers if that’s your game. You don’t have anything on me. I’m going home. I’m a family man now.”

His eyes narrow but he doesn’t press any farther. Wasting no time I move to my Ducati motorcycle and give Giulia my helmet, carefully helping her on behind me and giving her quick instructions on how to hold onto me and how to move as the bike moves.

“But your money?” she protests. “You practically won the lottery. You need to go back there and collect it.”

“Oh, I won the lottery all right. The one that only comes around once in a lifetime. And that’s the only jackpot that matters.”

I kiss her face and watch her heart melt before we drive east into the sunrise, signaling a new day, a new life…for us both. Together.