Dad’s Policeman Friend by Lena Little

5

Caden

Iguide Camila outside, not wanting a situation with her in my presence. If I was alone, no problem. Bring it on. But with her here? No chance I’ll risk anything happening to her.

But apparently, the pencil necks outside have other ideas, and as much as I don’t want to chance it I know lowlife’s like this operate at the most basic level of understanding. Give them an inch and they take a mile. Show even the slightest bit of backing down ever, and they’ll try to walk all over you.

“Stay behind me,” I say, using my hand to move Camila to my rear, my big body serving as a shield.

“Haven’t been keeping up with the parole reports, I see Captain Justice.”

“What kind of lame ass superhero name is that anyway. Your real name is probably something like Dirk Johnson.”

The two deadbeats laugh and share a fist bump, while I ponder which one’s face I’m going to bury my fist into first.

“If you’re out on parole then you know one infraction and you’re back in jail.”

“You’re only guilty if you get caught.”

“My thoughts exactly,” I say, a smirk crossing my lips. “Go back inside, Camila.”

She looks at me and then at them. “I know you can take these clowns, but I heard the word parole and I can see they’re out for blood. I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

“Don’t worry about me. Worry about them.”

I can see the wheels turning inside of her gorgeous little head. “Inside, angel.”

But she doesn’t listen. Instead, she throws her body at me, her legs wrapping around my waist like a belt as her lips latch onto mine, our tongues twisting and turning and becoming one as she goes for broke claiming me in front of these losers.

The anger in my head feels like a heat seeking missile that’s just gone off course and latched onto a new target. But I’m no longer overcome by rage, but instead the desire to be inside her. To be one with her. To mate her. To breed her until she’s pregnant with my baby.

As much as I want to make these guys pay for trying to start something with my woman here, my mind oscillates between doing what I should do, and pounding them into a pulp, and doing the smart thing, which is to make sure Camila doesn’t somehow get mixed up in this.

I devour her kiss as if she was sweeter than anything in that coffee shop just a few yards behind us. The truth is she is. I don’t eat sweets, never having a taste for them, but suddenly that’s all changing. Because of her.

My muscles flex as I prepare to set her down so I can go over there and give those boys the ass beating of their life. Any minute now. Just another second.

But I can’t let go of her. Not a chance. I keep one trained eye on the potential threat to our side while I dive in for more, squeezing her ass in my hands.

Her little hands dig into my back, climbing up my shoulders until she’s cupping the back of my head as she turns into the one claiming me when I thought I was the one out to claim her.

That’s the ultimate revenge…not violence, but to show the entire world what belongs to me. The most beautiful girl in the world and she’s mine all mine.

The tension leaves the would-be assailant’s bodies as their shoulders slouch and their bodies show signs of slack. My hands grab her ass harder, sliding up under her skirt and I palm her panties, making sure her skirt stays draped over my hands. No one sees what’s mine. No one. No one but me.

“Caden, what’s happening,” she whimpers into my mouth.

“What do you mean?”

“Something in my stomach. It’s tight but it feels like it wants out. My…my,” she swallows hard, “my pussy is clenching and I know I’m close to something amazing, but I can’t quite get there.”

“This is exactly what I was talking about…the difference between a father and a daddy.”

“I don’t understand.”

My kisses trail down her neck and across her collarbone before I work my way back up, taking her lobe in and then placing my mouth right over the shell of her ear. “You need Daddy’s permission to get to where you need to go. But he doesn’t want to give it to you in front of all these people. He wants to witness it all by himself. No one else deserves it.”

“But, Daddy. It hurts and I’m not sure if I can stop it.” Her head tilts back and sways from side to side, her hair, the color of fields of virgin wheat, spilling well down past her shoulders and then flowing from side to side as she gets lost in the moment. “Help me, Daddy. Show everyone who I belong to.”

The patrons of the coffee shop are glued to the window and the guys who ridiculously thought they could beat my ass a minute ago are adjusting themselves, bending at the waist in pain.

“Holy shit,” one says.

“Damn, he’s a lucky fucker,” the other says. It’s the only intelligent thing either of them have said all day.

“That’s right,” I spin my head toward them so fast it would make Linda Blair from The Exorcist jealousy with envy. “She’s mine. Now beat it!”

The sounds of sirens wail in the distance and the two parolees look at each other and exchange expletives before taking off.

“Don’t ever bother us again or I’ll have those prison bars slam shut so fast and tight you’ll never get out,” I warn.

Looking at my baby girl I see her eyes rolled back in her head and as much as I want to push her over the finish line right now, what I really want is to get her somewhere private, out of sight of people or security cameras or anything of the sort. I want her somewhere alone, where I can get my throbbing dick rammed up inside her and fill her so full of my spend there’s no choice but for her to get pregnant with my baby.

I start to shuffle back toward the coffee shop, her dilated pupils and open lips telling me I might not have time.

Her hips pump in my hands, her body wiggling as she presses those perfect tits into my chest.

My chest swells with pride knowing I’m the one who’s got her on edge, ready to fall over into the precipice. And not only do I know it but so does everyone here.

I’m the one who makes her come. I’m the one that buries my dick inside her and makes her mine. And that means that I keep her. For life.

As she bounces in my grasp and gyrates her body against mine, she shows me the feeling is absolutely mutual.

I snare her lips in another kiss that has my dick dripping and every possessive bone in my body rising up. Without notice, I feel a hot load of cream spurt from my rod like a fifteen year old boy with a dick harder than he knows what to do with it and nowhere to put it, or at least not quickly enough.

“Oh my, God,” she belts out and I make two promises to myself that very second. One, to never come again until she comes first. And two, not to come again until I’m buried to the hilt inside her.

“Come for me, baby,” I order. “Come for me like I came for me. Show me who you belong to.”

Her entire body bucks and then her back goes ramrod straight and her eyes pop open as her mouth forms an O.

“Uh. Ut. Oh my, God. Caden!” she screams my name and I want to beat my chest at the way it sounds coming from her lips, and the reason why she’s shouting it to the heavens.

Her hips thrust and in one second I feel her body lose control. A low rumble forms in my chest as I grab the back of her head and pull her in close to my chest, her midsection still getting the relief that she so deserves.

A few seconds later she goes off again and as she starts to still I walk her around the side of the building, looking up for cameras and finding none.

“Oh my, God. Oh my, God,” she utters like a record on repeat. But I’m not focused on her words, I’ve got another sense in mind.

Taste.

I shift my left hand, cupping both ass cheeks with that hand while I slide my other hand across her soaked panties, wanting to feel her skin but summoning all the willpower I have inside not to…and failing.

I push her panties to the side and use a crooked finger to scoop up her slick cream, carefully removing it from underneath her dress and bringing it to my mouth.

Turning my hand sideways and holding it above my mouth I let the sweet and musky proof of her release drip into my mouth before I bring my finger to my lips and suck it bone dry.

“Fuck, you taste so damn good.”

“I do?”

Bringing my finger back between her legs I withdraw another sample of her release, bringing it to her lips and she doesn’t hesitate, although she only takes a little.

Perfect.

I smear the rest on her lips and then lock her in a searing kiss, taking the rest of her cream for me. Me and only me.

“What just happened?” she asks, taking the palm of one of her hands and banging it against the side of her head.

“You just became mine. Forever.”